“You don’t ask much.” Amras replied with a small smile.

  “No just…everything…..touch me.” I offered and it was like they had been waiting for my permission. Long delicate fingers brushed me, teasing and whispering promises across my skin. I reached for them and pulled them in closer, tighter as hands and lips melded.

  Cursed slid down my body, his mouth hot as he blazed a path across my ribs and stomach, his leg slipping between mine and I shifted my thighs spreading them slightly. The hard hot length of him brushed against me as he maneuvered himself over my leg sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.

  Amras pressed in against my other side while he kissed his way across my collar and up my neck, his teeth finding my ear then my jaw. I turned my face to him and our lips met. So soft and full he tasted of sun drenched meadows and honey. I opened for him as I ran my hands over his arms and shoulders and up into his hair. It felt like silk and I purred as I grasped a handful and let it slide across my palm and through my fingers wrapping it about my wrist.

  Cursed’s tongue, full and wet moving over me raised my hips and caused me to moan and pull back from Amras so I could look down my body. Amras turned too and watched as Cursed grinned and set his tongue to me again. I grabbed a handful of bedding and fought to keep my eyes open to watch him as he swirled his tongue over and over causing tremors in my lower regions. His eyes were black as night and narrowed slightly, his hands resting lightly on my thighs.

  Amras slid up onto his arms and urged me forward so he could curl partially in behind me, cradling my body against the smooth length of him, my head resting against his upper stomach. He lifted his hair and draped it across my shoulder, partially covering my breast and his hands slipped into my hair then began tracing my temple, ear, neck, and shoulders. The length of Amras pressed in against my side and my fingers strayed to his thigh, running up his perfectly pale body, over his hip and across the tight skin of his lower abdomen. Amras wasn’t nearly as thick or long as any of my other men, but he still fit nicely in my palm as my fingers slowly tightened around him. He breathed in sharply and slid his top leg back, allowing me better access which I took full advantage of as I ran my fingers first up his length then slipped down his shaft so I could cup his balls in my palm. They were so tight like hard knots and I rolled them gently feeling Amras tense behind me.

  “Hmmm, have a care.” Amras breathed. His voice sounding slightly distressed. I wasn’t being rough so it must be that he was unused to being touched.

  Cursed made a low harsh sound in his throat and his fingers dug into my thighs. Yet his eyes never wavered and it felt as if he could go on like this all night. While his tongue on me felt heavenly, I wondered at his restraint. “Cursed, this isn’t necessary.” I told him softly.

  He lifted his head and flashed his teeth at me. “Yes My Lady it is, I would not harm you.”

  I thought his comment odd and my hand stilled on Amras as I considered his response. “Why would you harm me?” I asked.

  My question caused him to stop once again and this time he dropped his head to my nest of curls resting his forehead against me. His hair slipped forward, hiding his face as he breathed deeply yet remained silent. Behind me Amras stroked my shoulder with his cool fingers. “We had agreed to let Cursed go first, his need is…much greater than mine.”

  He spoke softly yet there was an edge of steel in his voice as if he was trying to convince not just me but perhaps himself as well. And I wondered how that could be to measure one’s length of celibacy against another’s.

  Cursed jerked slightly between my legs, as though my thought had struck him. Amras sighed and continued. “All of us believed he had been seduced by the Princess, especially the Queen, who was most wroth. Yet Cursed had been one of her most faithful warriors and she couldn’t bare the thought of killing him, so instead she had him put into the dungeon.”

  This wasn’t anything they hadn’t already told me, and I wondered what his point might be.

  “The point is that she forbade satisfaction of any kind, yet regularly he was forced to….watch others.”

  Satisfaction of any kind, what exactly did that mean?

  Amras sighed again and ran his fingers over my arm. “Not even self inflicted.”

  My mind strayed to Kit and I wondered…I didn’t want to finish that thought. “But what has that to do with us?” I asked, surely he didn’t think I would deny him the satisfaction he so obviously needed. And then I thought, to see me with Amras first…

  Amras cleared his throat gently and was silent for a moment. I could almost sense the conversation taking place but could not follow it. No one spoke for several minutes then Amras continued. “Princess,” He breathed against my ear. “We are concerned that Cursed’s size may harm you.”

  His size? It was true he was nearly the tallest of my men but I wasn’t in any danger of being crushed under his weight. Confused, I turned my head to glance up at Amras and asked. “What is wrong with his size and why are you concerned he would harm me?”

  Amras smiled gently and gave me a slight squeeze. “Had you not noticed he is rather…well endowed?” Amras asked, and I swear he looked as if he might be blushing.

  Come to think of it I had noticed he was easily as large as Gareth or Jace and perhaps a bit larger but not so much that I was alarmed by it. And not nearly as large as Kit when he’d…I needed to stop having these thoughts. “Yes.” I replied and smiled back at him. “But I don’t believe either of you need worry. I’m certain it will not be a problem for either of us.” Amras glanced at me and there was something in his eyes, regret perhaps? Yet it was quickly covered as he leaned forward kissed my forehead and nodded. “Cursed, look at me?” I called to him as I turned back and settled against Amras.

  His body still looked tense but not as if it would shatter like glass as it had earlier. I knew he was listening; perhaps he didn’t yet believe me. But he slowly raised his eyes and I’d never seen such raw desire before on anyone’s face. It caused me to sit straight up and reach for him. He flinched when my hands bushed his shoulders as if my touch burned. After what Amras had told me I was tempted to feel sorry for him, but knew he would not thank me. Instead I lifted my hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as I looked down into his black eyes and simply knew what I needed to do.

  I let one hand drop back to the bed and gently slipped the other into his hair reveling in the feel of the thick strands. When I reached the back of his head I grabbed a handful and gave him a sharp pull. Kindness was not what he needed at that moment. He growled and bared his teeth at me. I narrowed my eyes and held him tighter slowly pulling him toward me as I lay back so that he was forced onto his knees and over me. “I want you now Cursed!” I told him forcefully.

  I thought he might come to me, but instead he grabbed my hips and yanked me down and under him. I managed to hold on to his hair as my body slid across the bedding and then he was on me with another growl he rammed himself inside and I was suddenly glad he’d taken the time first as he stretched me to my limits and nearly beyond. My head went back and my hips rose of their own accord as he nearly pulled himself out then slammed back in again. No gentle loving this, as he pummeled me repeatedly, yet my body responded eagerly raising to meet each thrust. His breathing became ragged and I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him in tightly. His lips found mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I opened for him and when he drew back I followed jerking slightly when my tongue caught on one of his teeth and was punctured.

  I tasted the dull metallic flavor of my own blood which seemed to excite Cursed as he forced his way back into my mouth and sucked my tongue all the while making eager noises in the back of his throat. He was after all part Goblin, so perhaps it wasn’t all that strange.

  Distracted by his feeding at my mouth and the feel of him inside of me, I lost my concentration as my shield slid away so that I found myself swamped in Cursed’s raging need. Like a four alarm fire it roared through me causing the heavy pooling in my lower regions to overflow and bow my back as an orgasm racked my body lifting me off the bed. Cursed yelled and dropped his face to my shoulder sinking his teeth in as he plunged into me one last time and held there his body throbbing out his orgasm so deep and hard. I screamed and pulled at his hair, the nails of my other hand digging into his bicep deeply.

  My bedroom door slammed open and Gareth stood there with Jace at his shoulder both of them lined in an angry dark red haze. Behind him in the hall I could see Owen surrounded in dark green and Kit who had reverted to wolf and whose red eyes were peering around Gareth’s waist, he seemed to be enjoying the view. “What the hell!” Gareth rasped and Jace sucked in air as Cursed lifted his blood stained lips from my shoulder growling as he ran his tongue over his mouth.

  “Goblin!” Jace hissed.

  “Are you well?” Owen demanded after several tense but silent seconds. He seemed the only one of them capable of coherent speech.

  “Mortified but fine thank you for asking!” I snapped back then glared at Gareth and Jace as I shifted my shoulder and healed instantly. Nothing like being caught in the act by your boyfriends, while making love to another man. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to crawl under the covers or beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry I screamed. It was just…unexpected. See,” I said pulling back my hair to show my unbroken skin. There was still blood but no wound.

  Cursed pulled his eyes from the others long enough to look down at me. And I couldn’t tell if the look in his eyes boded well for me or not. He seemed shocked but I couldn’t say if it was because of what he’d done or the fact that I’d healed the wound so quickly. “Pardon My Lady.” He told me and I realized it was only the third sentence he’d spoken to me since we’d entered the room. Not a big talker in the bedroom apparently.

  Above us on the bed Amras assured the others. “The Princess was not in any danger.”

  Gareth’s gaze flicked to him but his question was for me. “Goldy?” Gareth demanded, and his voice vibrated with unspoken questions.

  I turned to him my eyes huge as deep inside me Gold raised her head and glanced over her shoulder. Her brilliant golden eyes swirled calmly as she gazed in Gareth’s direction. The Blue and Green have nothing to fear. She stated.

  Gareth nodded abruptly and his eyes turned gentle as he gazed at me. Unexpected tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks as I stared back at him. “We’ll give you some privacy.” Gareth muttered and backed out the door, forcing the rest of them backward too. Kit looked like he would have stayed but Gareth glared at him and my Demon winked at me and trotted down the hall.

  Where do you go from here I wondered, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. Amras swam into view over me and his fingers brushed at the moisture which collected then hardened in his palm. “Dragon tears.” He whispered gazing down at the golden dew drop shapes on his hand and on the bed next to me.

  “Why did the Dragon address Goldy and how did she speak from within you?” Cursed asked still leaning on his forearms above me.

  “I have no idea.” Obviously he trusted her answer more than mine at the time. “Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we’re….ah…” And I waved my hand at us. He was still buried inside of me and I could feel that he hadn’t diminished much in size. I wondered if we’d be going round two soon or if this might be a tag team event.

  “Hmmm.” Amras murmured. “I’m not certain I know what a tag team is but if it means I’m next then that would be my preference. Perhaps we should clean you up first? Not that it matters to me.” He assured me with a smile. “I believe you’d look lovely covered in mud. But perhaps you’d like a chance to…collect yourself, assuming Cursed can drag himself away from your considerable charms.”

  Cursed shot him a look which I couldn’t interpret and wasn’t certain I wanted to. Either way he lifted himself off me but not before leaning down to kiss me first. “I am sorry if I hurt you My Lady.” He whispered gently and I glanced up into his eyes and saw the truth of his statement. “Thank you.”

  I sniffled then smiled as I brushed back the hair from his face, looping a strand behind one of his ears. “My pleasure.” I replied realizing it was the absolute truth. With the exception of the initial shock, the bite hadn’t been all that terrible. I was very happy to be the one to end Cursed’s long celibacy, and not just because my Mother had caused it.

  I pulled myself off the bed and wandered to the restroom nearly gasping when I got a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair was a disaster and the blood from my shoulder had run all down my arm and breast. My eyes were huge and my skin very pale. Who knew sex could take so much out of a girl?

  I headed to the shower and turned the hot water on nearly full blast letting the heat pull the tension from me. I was struggling to wash my hair when I realized there was really no need to do this alone. Since Amras was one of the four that had decided they liked my hair this length, there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t help me get the mass of curls clean. My shields were still down so it wasn’t difficult to call to him, I didn’t even need to time it, just simply whispered his name in my mind, focusing on his image. Either I was much stronger than I thought or he had been anxiously waiting. It was less than a minute before the shower door opened and he stepped in his arms circling me from behind.

  “You called?” He breathed against my ear. His hands roaming my front before he turned me to face him as his lips gently met mine.

  “I need help with my hair.” I told him when he let me up for air some few minutes later. His mouth was incredible and was already causing a tightening down low.

  “Is that all you need help with?” He breathed against my lips his body pressing into mine. “I am now ready to fulfill your earlier wish for my satisfaction. In fact I’m more than ready to…how did you put it? Ah yes, to be inside of you. To let you feel my heart race and my breath catch as I reach orgasm. I was not locked in a cell or forced to watch others enjoy themselves, but I have held myself back much longer than our friend in the other room. I am not certain I can wait one more moment to taste you.”

  I moaned softly and slipped my arms around him pressing my breasts against his chest. His words excited me, left me breathless with need. “Amras.” I whispered. “Yes.”

  His hands were like quicksilver as they glided over my body cupping me against him. His breathing deepened and he dropped his forehead to mine his body stilling. “Princess,” he whispered, and his voice was filled with pain. “As much as I want this, I do not want to disappoint you.”

  I wasn’t certain what he was talking about but I moved against him, urging him on with my body. I slid my hand down between us and cupped him in my palm. He stiffened slightly and would have drawn away but I refused to release him. “What is it Amras?” I asked, nearly panting with the need he’d raised in me.

  He stroked the back of my hand and said. “I have seen the others, and I know I cannot compare….I do not want to disappoint you.”

  His meaning took a moment to sink in. Was this what had disturbed him earlier with Cursed? That he thought he was too small to please me? “Would it make you happy to be larger?” I asked, truly curious. I had never thought about size before. Honestly it had never come up for me seeing as how I’d only ever been with Gareth and Jace and now Cursed, it just hadn’t been a concern.

  “Very much.” He admitted. “It is…vanity I suppose.”

  I thought about it for moment and considered the problem. He wanted to be larger, I was part Demon, could I help him? Before I tried I took a second and concentrated on my newly created red wall, opened the door and gently breathed out desire at Amras. I wanted him and it didn’t seem right that he was conflicted with concerns for pleasuring me. At that moment, it was the quickest way I had of letting him know how I felt.

  His aura shifted from dark purple to red-orange as my haze enveloped him and he stiffened in my arms then it was as if he’d been touched by a live wire and his hands and lips were everywhere as he pushed me up against the shower wall and lifted my leg wrapping it round his waist. Just before he slid inside of me I formed an image in my head as Kit had taught me and reaching between us I quickly slid my hand around him pushing the image down my arm and wrist and out my fingers into him. Then I couldn’t think anymore as he slid inside and began rolling his hips.

  Chapter 27

  We were both panting when he pulled out. My body felt boneless and I would have slid to the floor except Amras somehow managed to keep the two of us upright. “Goddess protect me! What have you done?” He breathed, looking down at himself in awe.

  I couldn’t help smiling as I stared back at his face. I didn’t need to look down to know that my wish for him had worked. Of course it had, hadn’t I been feeling the newly enlarged length and width of him buried inside me for the past several minutes. “Consider it my gift for my family’s aggravating treatment of you through the years.”

  “Is it permanent?” He asked his voice sounding shaky as if he wanted to know but was almost afraid of the answer.

  “Unless you try using it on someone else.” I said then covered my mouth with my hand as my eyes widened in horror. I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud, in fact I couldn’t believe I’d thought it at all, let alone said it!

  He glanced at me and it was clear he wanted to laugh but was afraid to do so.

  “I’m sorry I don’t know why I said that.” I told him contritely.

 

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