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pleasure that you will want me in your bed every night.So many men, Meredith, so many men in your
bed. I don t want to wait my turn. I want you to come to me again and again, because no one brings you
as much pleasure as I do.
A sound made us both turn our heads; we found Mistral kneeling beside us.  Hurry up and finish this,
Abeloec, or I will not wait to be second.
 Would you not worry, as I do, that you pleasure the princess? Abeloec asked.
 Unlike you, I ll have no second chance here, Abeloec. The queen has decreed that this time is all I will
ever have with the princess. So no, I am not so worried about my performance. He ran his hand through
my hair, pushing deep so that his fingers brushed my scalp. It made me cuddle my head against his hand.
He closed his fingers into a fist, and was suddenly jerking my hair tight in his hand. It sped my pulse in my
throat, tearing a sound from my mouth that was not pain. My skin blazed to white-hot life.
 We do not have to be gentle, Mistral said. He leaned his face near mine.  Do we, Princess?
I whispered,  No.
He pulled my hair tighter, and I cried out. I felt rather than saw some of the other men move toward us.
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Mistral pulled my hair tight again, bending my neck to one side, moving my body a little out from under
Abeloec.  I am not hurting you, am I, Princess?
 No. All I could do was whisper.
 I don t think they heard you, he said. He twisted his hand tight and sudden in my hair. He put his lips
against my cheek and whispered,  Scream for me. The blue lines crawled from my skin to his, and again
I saw that outline of lightning on his cheek.
I whispered,  What will you do, if I don t scream?
He kissed me, ever so gently against my cheek.  Hurt you.
My breath came out in a shudder.  Please, I sighed.
Mistral laughed, a wonderful deep laugh, with his face pressed against mine and his hand still tight in my
hair.  Hurry, Abeloec, hurry, or we will have to fight to see who is first. He let go of my hair so abruptly
that this motion, too, hurt a little, and forced a sound from me. Mistral turned me back over to Abeloec
with my eyes unfocused, and my breath either coming too fast or nearly stopping for a moment I
couldn t quite tell. My pulse seemed uncertan if I was afraid or thrilled. But it was as if now that Mistral
touched me again, he could not quite give up touching me. He kept his fingers against the side of my
neck, as if he wanted to help my pulse decide.
 I do not like to cause pain, Abeloec said. His body was not quite as happy as it had been.
 Pain is not the only way to pleasure, I said.
His dark eyes narrowed at me from the shine of his face.  You do not have to have pain to be
pleasured?
I shook my head, feeling the lingering ache where Mistral s hand had been.  No.
Doyle s deep voice came out of the dark.  Meredith likes violence, but she also likes gentleness. It
depends on her mood, and yours.
Both Abe and Mistral looked at him.  The queen cares nothing for our moods, Mistral said.
 This one will, Doyle said.
Abeloec looked down at me and began to slowly lower himself toward my body, forall the world like a
push-up, except that I was in the way. His mouth found mine before his body pressed into me. He kissed
me, and the blue was neon-bright and flared with lines of crimson and emerald. The lines of color flared
down Mistral s hand, and it felt as if those lines were made of rope, drawing his mouth to mine, and
drawing Abeloec down my body. He half knelt and half lay across my lower body. He spread my legs so
that his body spilled between them. But it was his finger that found me first testing the waters, I think.
His voice was strangled as he said,  You re still wet.
I would have answered but Mistral s mouth found mine, and I gave the only answer I could. I raised my
hips toward Abeloec s searching hand. The next thing I felt was his hands moving to my hips.The tip of
him of him rubbing against my opening.
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Mistral raised his mouth from mine and half whispered, half groaned,  Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,
please, and the last word was drawn out into a long sigh that ended in something close to a scream.
Abeloec pushed himself inside me, and only then did he begin to throb with power. It was almost like
some huge vibrator, except this vibrator was warm and alive, and had a mind and a body behind it.
That mind moved the body in rhythms that no mere mechanical aid could ever have produced. I watched
Abeloec push in and out of my body like some shining shaft of light, though it was undoubtedly flesh that
went in and out of me.Soft, firm, vibrating flesh.
Mistral grabbed my hair again, pulled my head back so that I could no longer watch Abeloec work his
magic in my body. The look on Mistral s face would have frightened me if we d been alone. He kissed
me hard, so hard that it was bruising. I had a choice of opening my mouth to him or cutting my lips on my
own teeth. I opened my mouth.
His tongue plunged inside me, as if he were trying to do to my mouth what Abeloec was doing between
my legs. It was only his tongue, but he kept pushing inside, pushing until he shoved my mouth so wide
that my jaw began to ache. He shoved his tongue so far down my throat that I gagged, and he drew [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]