A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(51)

A deep baritone spoke, and then another, and it became obvious there were other people in the library. I ignored them, nearly at the end of the chapter now. It was time to get going, anyway. I could continue reading in my room, undisturbed.

A feminine moan brought me up short. I cranked my head around and then leaned back on the lounger to look through the little space between the plant and the tapestry. From there, I could see most of the entrance, tinged green on one side.

A woman sauntered farther into the library, a red dress flowing over her shapely hips and cutting across the top of perky breasts. Two guys walked behind her, one closer than the other, both wearing dress shirts and black slacks. There must be a fancy dress party on tonight. Or maybe they just wanted a reason—or needed no reason—to dress up.

“This room is off-limits,” said the guy in the back, glancing up at the second story. “If the master finds us in here, he’ll rip our throats out.”

“He’s never around at this time of night…” She stopped by the couch and fanned her arms across the back.

The first guy walked around her, putting his back to me, and the other stopped a bit away. “I don’t know…” He messed with his spiky white-blond hair as if nervous.

“I thought you both wanted to plug my holes. Isn’t that what you said, Thomous?” the woman said, sticking out her chest.

The guy closest to her, with hair down to his shoulders, leaned a hand against the back of the couch. “That is what we said, Thomous, don’t you remember? How long has it been since we got to fuck our fair lady here without the demon magic messing with our heads?”

“We can do it anywhere, that’s the thing. The master—”

“Is a little less rigid lately now that he’s got his captive to fuck. If he’s here, which he isn’t, he’ll be with her.” She licked her lips. “Besides, it’s more exciting because he might catch us. Maybe he’ll take a turn with me, too.”

The first guy ran his hand down her bare arm. “Come on, Thomous. We don’t want to keep her waiting.”

The woman looked at Thomous as she ran a hand across Long Hair’s shoulder. He pushed in a bit closer, angling so I could see better. His hand drifted up her side and then over the swell of her breast. He bent to kiss her neck, kneading.

She moaned and tilted back a little, now reaching for Thomous.

I stared, horrified. I shouldn’t be watching this. This was an intimate moment that was clearly about to get sexual. I needed to remove myself and give them some privacy.

Except…there were only two exits in the library, and they’d see me if I tried to use either of them. I could slink back into the secret room, but what if the movement caught their attention?

Of course, I could also go now, before anything happened. They’d talked a dirty game, but no one had exposed themselves—

Long Hair pushed the top of the woman’s dress down, exposing her breasts, and there went my chance of a non-awkward escape.

My core tingled with uncomfortable arousal. This shouldn’t be turning me on. It absolutely shouldn’t be. Fuck, though, it totally was.

Long Hair bent and fastened his mouth to one pink nipple.

“Hmm, yes, baby,” she said as Thomous finally ventured closer, the outline of his rigid cock filling his trousers.

He palmed her other breast and bent to capture her lips. She felt down with both hands, one for each cock, stroking through their pants.

“Yes,” she said again as Thomous kissed down her neck and gave her a little nip. “Hmm.”

Long Hair bent, pushing down her dress as he did so, and it stretched over her hips and fell to the floor. He knelt in front of her and rubbed between her thighs, kissing her navel.

She reached over and undid Thomous’s zipper. He cupped the back of her head as he kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth while Long Hair pulled down her panties and put his hands on her upper thighs, spreading.

Instead of complying, she pushed away. With a sultry smile, she stepped out of her dress, still in red high heels. Her hips swayed as she walked around the couch on the left, in full view of me. She’d just made this a spectator sport.

My core pounded, and a gush of wetness made me decide to push my limits. What was a little voyeurism among friends?

I pushed the plant back just a little and settled in, pushing a knee wide and bending my leg. I dipped my hand up into my dress, brushing my fingers across my wetness. I pushed in a finger as I continued to watch before lazily circling my clit.

Honestly, they were the ones doing it in public. She’d even said there was a thrill in potentially getting caught. Besides, hadn’t Nyfain admitted to watching the goings-on of the castle? He hadn’t been the least bit bashful, and given all the stuff Hadriel had said, no one would care one bit.

Game on.

The woman sat on the couch, her thighs spread, giving me an eyeful. Her pussy was completely shaved, not a tuft of hair in sight. Long Hair met her there quickly, stripping his shirt and pulling down his zipper. He put a knee on the couch beside her, his crotch at her eye level.

She reached in and took out his cock, eyeing Thomous as she licked the tip. Long Hair reached over and caught her nipple between his first finger and thumb, rubbing and pulling. She sucked him in as Thomous reached them, his own shirt off. He didn’t pull out his cock yet, though. Instead, he bent between her thighs.