Page 16 of Savage Elites

The first flick of Sebastian’s tongue on my swollen clit had me arching off the bed with a loud cry.

“Too much?” he murmured.

“N-no,” I rasped. “J-just right!”

Leopold snickered. “That’s the wrong fairytale.”

I would have made a quip about the woodcutter and the big bad wolf making Little Red Riding Hood a bowl of porridge in the morning, but Sebastian spread me wide with his thumbs and ran the tip of his tongue over my throbbing nub.

A panoply of sensations wrapped around my core, traveled up my quivering belly, and seized me around my throat. Sebastian’s tongue continued its steady glide over my most sensitive part, reducing my entire existence to the feel of his mouth on my clit and Leopold’s mouth and fingers on my nipples.

“Oh, f-fuck!” I said from between clenched teeth.

“All in due course, my dear.” Leopold stretched a nipple to the point of pain, but my scrambled brain interpreted the feeling as pleasure. He thrust his hips and slid his hot, thick erection back and forth against my hand, which clenched around it.

Sebastian let out a deep, rumbling growl that made the muscles of my core tremble. He lapped at my clit and circled my entrance with the pad of his finger.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered whether he was the wolf in this scenario. It didn’t matter. I twisted my hips in a silent plea for him to penetrate me.

“What do you want, Willow?” he murmured against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“P-please. I need your fingers.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Leopold muttered.

Sebastian slid two long fingers into my core, stretching me open. My muscles clenched around the thick digits, and a contented sigh escaped my lips. While he slid in and out of me, he licked and flicked and circled my clit, making me tighten around those stroking fingers.

Pleasure wound around my core, building in intensity until it seized me like a constrictor. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Sebastian continued this maddening pace, forming a rhythm that pushed me to a limit I was sure would cause something to rupture.

When he added pleasured moans to the mix, the pressure squeezed me so tight, my entire body shattered.

Spasms seized my body, each pumping out waves of pleasure so fierce, a scream ripped from my lips. Somewhere on the edges of my awareness, Leopold’s thick member pulsed, and he spilled warm fluid onto my hand. Moments later, Sebastian’s groan joined my cries.

When the violent convulsions eased into pleasant waves, my muscles melted into the mattress, and I relaxed into the rest of my orgasm. My eyes fluttered closed, and I smiled through the aftershocks.

Part of me still couldn’t believe they’d given me so much and demanded so little in return. I was the luckiest girl in Cumbria and right now, the most sated.

Sebastian lay at my side and pressed a kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling?”

“Fantastic.” I kissed him back. “But that wasn’t a bed bath.”

Leopold crawled up my body and peppered kisses at the juncture of my neck and shoulders. “You’ve clearly missed the moral of the story.”

“Which is?” I asked.

He kissed a trail up my neck and along my jawline. “One way or another, Little Red Riding Hood always gets eaten.”

Chapter 5

The daily bed baths continued, growing in intensity each day as my health improved. Sebastian and Leopold also took time to escort me around the grounds, helping me regain lost strength, and they brought my books from the academy, so I could catch up on the week of work I had missed.

A few days after we had installed ourselves in the treehouse, a middle-aged couple arrived at the door with bags of shopping. Sebastian walked down to their Land Rover and helped them carry the rest of the supplies back to the treehouse.

I sat on the sofa, enjoying a somewhat ticklish reflexology massage from Leopold. “What’s this?” I whispered.

“Christmas dinner,” said Leopold.

“Aren’t you going to spend it with your family?”