Valan Playboys (8 page)

“Please,” King Balar muttered derisively. “It’s like twenty percent of your lifespan.”

“I. Will. Hurt. You.” Inhaling and exhaling gradually, his own body tensed against mine, but his warm palm began to gently rub once more. “It’s not serious, Lana. It’s not what you’re thinking.” He shrugged a shoulder, his body barely beginning to relax. “When you live as long as I have, you do build a certain trust with certain individuals. Ones you can allow into your bed. She and I trust each other, that’s it. There are no romantic feelings there. It’s purely about pleasure and respect between us.”

My brows puckered. “She’s not the jealous sort?”

He shook his head. “No. She knows I want nothing serious.”

King Balar didn’t move to argue, so I took that as an honest answer, and after a few more minutes, I asked casually, “Do you two have any idea why Angel boy had to leave so suddenly today?” He had been pulled away by his King during a conversation with me in the buffet line, then he had left the premise soon after.

Neither spoke.

“Did either of you have anything to do with it?”

King Balar cleared his throat after a moment, stating, “It was time for him to go home. He would have only gotten hurt in this exchange. I asked King Sephove for a personal favor. If the boy tried anything with you again, he was to send him packing.” He shrugged his shoulder. “King Sephove held up to it.”

I stayed quiet, tapping my fingers on King Jerome’s shoulder.

I sighed quietly.

Tapped my fingers a bit more. Waiting.

King Jerome snorted softly. “Yes, I knew what he was doing. I agreed with it. King Balar and I decided it was best for him to talk to King Sephove. Whereas I have trusted allies, he has his own, and King Sephove is one of them.”

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered crossly, slapping King Jerome’s shoulder first, then King Balar’s hip behind me. “You do not get to choose who the hell I sleep with.” I shook my head a few times, aggravated.

King Jerome snickered—a bit arrogantly. “You’re cute when you get angry.”

King Balar grunted, sounding amused. “She slapped us. Like she was swatting a fly.”

“Shut up. Both of you. Before you really piss me off.”

King Jerome hummed softly, and pulled his hand out from behind me, placing it under my chin, tipping my head back, the timber of his voice deepening as he whispered, “Get ready to be pissed off, because I’ve been dying to do this since the moment I saw you.” I froze, the breath rushing out of me when he dipped his head, and his satin soft wide lips landed on mine, dragging gradually as he tilted his head, pressing more firmly as his lips stroked over mine in unhurried caresses.

My body trembled ever so slightly, and my ears instantly pointed at the tops. I hesitantly kissed him back, wanting to feel his lips more thoroughly. A soft sigh escaped past my lips, even as he groaned deeply inside his chest, it vibrating against mine. He swiftly cupped my cheeks, holding my head steady as a crash of thunder shook the window in my bedroom, his heated lips running over mine even more hungrily when mine met each of his slow glides. Rising on a straightened arm, he pressed me onto my back, leaning over me, biting deliciously at my bottom lip until I opened for him. His slick and warm tongue glided inside my mouth to meet mine and rubbed sensually in a way that I arched off the bed, pressing myself against him; the thunder crashed and came in beating pulses against the window.

Though, we both paused when we felt a simmering of heavy Demon power simmering quietly in the air. It felt potent and dangerous as hell. Then King Jerome snapped his head back from my lips, breathing heavily, his gaze flying from mine to the silently deadly man lying on his side, pressed against us, watching us.

With the moonlight illuminating the room, their gazes held.

King Jerome bared his teeth before he slowly slid down my body to lift the hem of my shirt. He began kissing along my trembling flat abdomen. His gaze gradually lowered from King Balar’s to my flesh, splaying his warm fingers wide against my skin and continuing to gift my stomach with heated kisses.

King Balar growled quietly. I jolted inside when he swiftly tilted, one of his hands going to the nape of my neck. The plushest mouth brushed against mine feverishly. Instantly, I groaned at the texture of his lips, one of my hands sliding through his curls while his lips demanded no less than all I had to give. His tongue met mine, while my other hand lowered to grab onto King Jerome’s spiky hair.

Holding King Jerome close when his tongue trailed in gradual circles, he progressively pulled the waist of my pajama pants, and panties, lower over my hips, sliding them down until he used one hand to yank them off all the way, tossing them aside on the floor. In dual sensations of overload, I parted my lips, my tongue grazing to meet King Balar’s as he dominated my mouth, even as my legs were gently parted, with the sounds of thunder crashing against the stone walls. King Jerome was groaning softly, situating himself between my thighs lower on the bed, holding my thighs apart right before his warm lips landed on the intimate folds between my thighs, sliding his tongue between to rub against my clit.

I jerked, shouting in pleasure against King Balar’s mouth, holding him close only to have his hands lower to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me easily. Our mouths separated for the barest moment before his lips were back on mine, caressing just as furiously as King Jerome’s between my thighs. Pleasure-filled fire raced through my system, and I sucked oxygen when King Balar groaned softly, pulling his mouth from mine to bite along my jaw, down to my throat, nipping hard, sucking even more fiercely as one of his palms cupped one of my breasts. Rubbing his thumb just around the edges of my puckered nipple, he teased me mercilessly, just as King Jerome was doing, swirling his tongue around my core.

I screamed in sweet pleasure when King Jerome took a hand from my thigh to press two fingers deep inside my gripping, wet channel. While King Balar squeezed my nipple hard, his mouth landed on my other nipple, suckling greedily with sharp suction, both of them blowing my mind, never having dealt with anyone with a masterful touch like theirs. With a handful of each of their hair, my hips undulating against King Jerome’s mouth and fingers, I arched into King Balar’s touch and lips.

My head bowed back as I groaned heavily. The walls began to shake with the crashes of thunder, the room being lit rapidly with the flashes of lightning seen from outside the window. I sucked in a sharp breath, the desired haze making me tremble when I felt the trickling of fiery Demon and haunting Warlock powers begin to shadow the air—both no longer able to control their power with their arousal. It mixed heavily with the power of lightning hovering in the air, and they both jerked away from me, King Balar’s head lifting from my breast, King Jerome’s lifting from between my thighs, their attention flying toward each other, all three of us panting heavily.

Breathless, a pathetic whimper escaped my lips. I needed them to keep going. Release was only a flight away, and I wanted them to take me there. “Don’t stop,” I demanded on a whisper. “You cannot stop with me like this.”

In the resulting silence, both still stared at one another.

I barely perceived the fact that King Balar’s eyes, just around the irises, were lit with a red fire while King Jerome’s, the same around his irises, were lit with deep silver. I knew my own were quietly illuminating with a shimmering white, our three powers still hovering heavy in the air.

“If we do this, we don’t speak of it,” King Jerome finally, quietly, rumbled dangerously, his voice guttural. “
Ever.
”

His gaze still narrowed, King Balar exhaled deeply with a pent up breath, nodding his head once stiffly. “I can agree to that. It doesn’t go outside the three of us.”

“Agreed,” I mumbled, arching under them, against them. “Can we get back to it now?”

Both tipped their heads to me.

King Balar dipped, kissing my lips delicately, even as King Jerome bit the inside of my thigh softly. Then they were both pulling away, standing, beginning to undress, not glancing at each other at all, their gazes only for me—running up and down my body. A tiny groan of complaint left my lips when they were both on the bed too quickly, hardly allowing my gaze to wander over their delicious flesh they had just uncovered. Their heated mouths and warm, demanding hands were back on me, sliding over my flesh, driving me to the point of insanity.

Groaning heavily, I shoved King Jerome’s shoulders brutally, rolling us in a swift move until I straddled him, my hands on his cheeks, kissing him as feverishly as I needed, my tongue gliding against his, only to feel his power flare when he whispered inaudibly against my lips. He lifted a corked curved glass of liquid lightly over my shoulder, yanking his mouth away from mine to mutter on a pant, “Get her ready.”

King Balar grunted quietly, his mouth like fire against my back as he nipped and kissed down the center of it. He grabbed the oil from King Jerome’s hand, and only a beat later, I jerked, shuddering hard and sucking in a heavy breath when I felt a warm finger slicked in oil begin to gently play around my anus, even as his other hand, his talented finger began swirling around my clit. I bit down on King Jerome’s bottom lip, moaning quietly. Letting my hands have free reign, I touched him everywhere I wished, gliding my palms over his heated tan skin while I trembled over him when King Balar gently slid one finger deep, my groan heavy.

His lips heavy on mine, stroking my lips vivaciously, King Jerome asked rapidly, “Have you had anal sex before?”

“Yes,” I mumbled, pressing back against King Balar’s fingers. “But I’ve never had a threesome.”

“Neither have I,” he muttered. Though, he quickly amended, “Not with another man.”

“New for me, too.” King Balar pressed a second finger deep into me, his tone rumbling on a growl. “We’ll have to be gentle with her. She’s damn tight.”

My head arching back, I moaned loudly past the lightning in the air, holding onto King Jerome’s shoulders brutally. I shuddered when he lifted his head, his parted lips landing on my throat, biting and caressing, holding my head steady as he licked over the small pains. His moist breath rushed over my damp skin, even as I shuddered, undulating my hips against King Balar’s gifted fingers, feeling him gliding another one inside me, pistoning them gently.

“She’s ready,” King Balar murmured. He then rambled in a mantra, taking his fingers away from me. “Condoms, condoms, condoms.” A pause, then he cursed. “Shit, I didn’t bring any.”

“Inside jacket pocket.” King Jerome waved to the right.

The bed shook as King Balar grabbed his jacket, then paused, muttering, “Her scent’s all over it now.”

“I know how to handle Shifters,” King Jerome griped. “Hurry the hell up.”

Fluidly back behind us, the sound of a condom wrapper ripped open. A few beats later, he tossed the long strip next to us on the bed. I felt the oil-slicked, blunt head of his cock at my anal entrance, his hands gripping my hips brutally. He growled, “Keep her steady.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, my eyes flew open wide when he pressed forward, my lips parting on a tiny cry, while my fingernails dug into King Jerome’s shoulders. I pushed back through my anus muscles, knowing it helped, but I muttered, “Christ, he’s big.”

“Shh,” King Jerome whispered, lifting his head again, pressing his lips against mine. “You know the pain’s worth it. It’ll be over soon.”

Demon power began vibrating the air heavily, much more powerful than my power as King Balar groaned gutturally, gently entering and retreating, pushing a bit farther each time. The feeling of sweltering heat began to douse the air, but it didn’t hurt—a purely sensual part of his power as it vibrated in the air around us.

King Jerome shuddered the barest bit, even shaking his head once rapidly, grumbling against my lips, “I cannot believe I’m feeling this.”

“Go to hell,” King Balar hissed. “I can’t control it any longer.”

“No fighting,” I moaned, panting. Then I arched against King Jerome, my breasts rubbing against his chest when King Balar pressed his hips flush against me.
Thank God.
He was damn enormous. My hooded gaze held the darkly lit eyes beneath me. “He’s in. We’re waiting on you now.”

King Jerome swiftly rolled on a condom, applying oil over it, before he grunted, positioning his legs a little different under me. Making King Balar growl at one point while finding a comfortable position, he placed the head of his cock at my core’s entrance, grabbing onto my thighs, and gently began rocking his cock into me.

My lips parted on a keening cry. “You’re as big as him!” I panted heavily, biting my bottom lip. “Get the hell in me before I chicken out.” This was not comfortable right now.

King Balar’s hands were gripping me solidly, his sensual power flaring even further, almost a tinge of red in the air, muttering breathlessly, “Holy-mother-fucking-God, I can feel you.” He shuddered, and then his tone turned into a deep growl. “
This night is absolutely never spoken about.”

King Jerome’s dark brows furrowed, his lips thinned, and he exhaled brutally, groaning, “I can’t hold it back.” His head arched back on a rumbling moan. “
Fuck, Lana. You feel so damn good.”
Abruptly, a harsh flux of haunting Warlock power shot through the room, racing around us in a swirl powerful enough it ruffled the sheets. Its eerie seduction swayed like a ghost against our skin, sensual and just as heady as the red-tinged fiery power heating the room.

I shuddered, and my own sensual power exploded around us, any control lost as he shoved his massive, steel hard cock deep into me, his hips flush with mine; my Valkyrie’s power of lightning electrocuted the air softly around us in sensual zaps as I joined the other two.

King Balar, having held still for so long, groaned, “I have to move. Now.”

King Jerome nodded, then pulled his hips back to press them back up into me, a clear indication he was on board, but he froze, sucking in a sharp breath when King Balar began to counter him, pulling out when he pressed in. “Ah…
fuck!
”