Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
There’s a creak of wood, and then Zaroun moves his chair closer, his other leg brushing against mine. He leans forward, his long, spidery fingers stroking over my neck from behind. “So beautiful. So loving.”
My eyes flutter closed and I enjoy this moment, being caressed and petted.
“Are you hungry, sweet Yulenna?” Neska’s fingers glide to my mouth, tracing the edges of my lips. “Shall we feed you?”
I tingle all over, nodding.
“Ossev,” Neska commands, and I’m not surprised to see him take charge when the three of them are in the room together. He’s always been the one in control, hasn’t he? “Feed our anchor. I want to watch.”
Ossev hops off the edge of the table and moves to stand nearby, picking up a bit of fruit with his fingers. He considers it, then tosses it aside in favor of a different piece and then bends over, holding it out to me. “Open your pretty mouth.”
It shouldn’t feel nearly as carnal as it does to obey that simple command, but I open my mouth and display my tongue, waiting for the tidbit to be placed upon it.
Ossev murmurs approval, his fingers brushing against my tongue as he places a berry there. I eat it, letting the sweetness flood my mouth, and when Zaroun strokes my throat with long, slender fingers, just the act of swallowing somehow feels incredibly intimate. My hands creep up to Neska’s leg and I hold onto him while Ossev feeds me another piece.
“Wine,” Ossev declares. “She’s thirsty.”
“Wait.” Neska sits up, and Ossev pauses. They both eye me. “You could spill something on her dress and she’s worked so hard on it. I would not create more chores for our lovely anchor, not when she can be in bed with us instead.”
My brows furrow as I watch this exchange that feels like it’s for my benefit, and yet I’m not certain where they’re going with this.
Then, Zaroun’s hand slides down to the front of my bodice. He tugs at the strings, loosening it, and Neska is suddenly there, too, pulling the thick, stiff fabric of the corset free. Hands tug my dress down until my breasts are exposed to the air, the neckline of my dress bunched under my tits.
Neska caresses each one, thumb stroking over my nipples. “Better.”
“Much better,” Ossev agrees, and then holds another piece of fruit out for me.
Heat pulses through my center. This time, when Ossev feeds me a chunk of melon, the juice drips down my chin and Neska is there to catch the drops with his fingertips. Zaroun’s hands move to my naked breasts, petting and stroking them, and a moan escapes me.
“I like this,” Ossev says. “We should feed her like so every day.”
“Perhaps we shall,” Neska murmurs, his gaze locked on me. He feeds his wet fingertip into my mouth and I suck on it, hungry for more touches. “Would you like that, sweet Yulenna?”
“Yes.” I tilt my head, rubbing my face against his hand. Right now I feel very pampered and adored, with their hands exploring me and their bodies looming over mine. “Please, my lords.”
“I like it when you say that. You say it like we are yours.”
“You are.” I cling to Neska’s leg, gazing up at him with hunger. “You are all three mine and I’m yours.”
Zaroun flicks my nipple with a fingertip and I gasp, rubbing my face against Neska’s hand again. “Feed her more,” Neska demands. The Aspect of the Present flicks an imperious gesture at Ossev. “She needs her strength. Mortals must be fed regularly, and this one more than most because she serves three gods.”
“I am,” Ossev retorts. “Patience.” He feeds another tidbit to me, and then gives me a crunchy nut, stroking my jaw when I chew. “Bread, and then wine.”
I eat and drink obediently, curled up against Neska’s legs. Zaroun continues to lean forward in his chair, stroking my exposed skin and caressing, as if he can’t get enough of touching me. Ossev continues to feed me, taking great care to pick the best bites for me and then offering me small sips of wine to wash them down. This goes on for what feels like forever, until my stomach is full and my head is a little dizzy from the strong wine. I’m also floating because of their constant touches, each one sending heat pulsing straight to my core. Their nearness is overpowering, but it arouses me, too.
As Ossev lifts the cup to my lips for another sip, he tilts it slightly. It misses my mouth, spilling down my chin and onto my bare, exposed breasts. I gasp at the feel of the cool liquid on my heated skin, rearing back.
“Now our pretty pet is all dirty,” Ossev murmurs. “We should fix that.”
“Indeed. An excellent idea,” Neska replies.
Then Zaroun’s hands are sliding around my wet breasts, plumping them and pointing my nipples outward as his hot body presses up against mine from behind. I gasp again when Neska moves to the floor, licking at my wet skin. Ossev is upon my other breast in the next moment, lapping at my nipple.