Then, Fenric finally took his fingers out, and I felt I could breathe again. But it did not end there.
"Apologize again," Damar hissed, his cool palms sliding down from my breasts to my inner thighs, forcing them wider.
He leaned down, his tongue flicking against my clit, agonizingly so.
"Tell us you're sorry for letting him put his mark on you. And thinking of him right at this point, where you are moaning in our arms."
Ah, that's a lot of words from Damar. He must be really upset.
"I... I'm sorry," I finally cried out, the sound breaking from my throat as a high, needy whimper.
I didn't care about my pride anymore. I didn't care about being the 'composed' Queen.
"I'm sorry! Please... Noah, I can't... Fenric, please put it inside me."
"What do you want us to put inside you?" Noah asked, and I could tell he was grinning behind me.
"Your… your cock. Fill me with your cock already. I can't take it."
