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“Pleeease,” I beg around a pant.
He chuckles against my mouth. “And here I was simply hoping for a yes.”
My head’s still spinning when Atticus slips onto the bed in front of me.
“How?” I ask, not able to form the whole question. I’m slightly delirious yet I could swear he never stopped touching me.
“Wings,” he says. “Tail. All the useful monstrous bits.”
Oh, like the erection in front of me. The ridges, grooves, and swear-to-god stars carved on his cock make my mouth water with anticipation of how they’d feel if I rose up and slid down to take him inside me. I shift my weight onto my knees and reach forward. Just a taste.
Atticus catches my hands in his tail, looping it around my wrists like a rope. “No, you don’t.” He tugs me forward, wrapping my hair in his fist. “Can’t have you messing up the runes, and like I said, tonight’s about your pleasure.”
“Touching you would bring me pleasure,” I insist.
He growls. An honest-to-goodness growl that has the hairs on my arms standing up, except I’m not afraid of him. With a firm hold on my hair, he slips the wet fingers of his other hand into his mouth and sucks. Did he just?—?
“Mmm,” he says on the end of that growl. “You taste sweet with a hint of tart chaser. What’s the drink in your world with both?”
“Lemonade,” Jace says from behind me, and I twist to glance at him.
Mistake. Dear wings and horns and all the gorgeous gargoyle things that no human could give me—he’s devastatingly handsome.
“Peach lemonade,” Atticus says. “Take a sip straight from the source.”
“She’s so pretty,” Jace says, and I’m self-conscious because he’s not looking at my face. No, he’s staring between my thighs. “Pink and glistening.” He moves forward but hesitates, doubt and desire stamped across his features, and my own anxiety fades until all I want is to kiss him until we chase away whatever uncertainty shadows his face.
Atticus cups my breast with his damp fingers, stealing my attention. “Let her reactions guide you,” he says over my shoulder. “Her body is so sensitive. You can start with a lick, a suck, then a long, slow tongue fuck.”
I shudder at his filthy talk, going heavy with each of his words that seem paced to match Jace’s massaging of my bottom and thighs.
“I can’t,” I whisper. “You two are going to kill—” My words cut off as Jace’s mouth closes over my core. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I fall forward, only for Atticus to catch me against his hard chest, the ink of his tattoo the last glimpse I catch before closing my eyes. As if I’ve acquired my own set of wings, I rocket toward a shattering orgasm. Forget the slow build. The two of them work me into a fast, powerful climax. Atticus’s mouth seizes mine in a kiss that devours my scream.
Over the roar of my pulse in my ears, I hear Atticus surprised cursing as Jace snarls a shocked, “What the fuck?”
They beat a wyvern back over the Bridge earlier, and they’ve worn me into absolute exhaustion. I can’t even summon the energy to worry about whatever has the two of them worked up. They’ll deal with it. I’m safe, protected, loved as long as they’re here.
24
JACE
THE HIGH PRIESTESS: TRUST YOUR INTUITION TO BE YOUR GUIDE
Even When You Don’t Understand the Why
My heart pumps blood like electricity through my veins, and my vision narrows to the miracle before us. Shock dials up the adrenaline pouring through my body at the divine sweetness that is tasting Rosemarie when she comes. Her flavor flooded my mouth, and I’d wanted to stay between her thighs until the sun forced me to stone.
Even my wildest fantasies hadn’t prepared me for my first time being with someone, with Rosemarie who wanted me for me. She’d craved my touch, my kiss, my tongue filling her up and making her scream.
But then the runes hadn’t dried to a dull, matte paint. They lit with magic, glowing and shining as if the symbols took on a life of their own. I’ve never seen anything like it.
“Holy blessed goddess,” Atticus whispers with reverence which sounds blasphemous while he has one hand squeezing Rosemarie’s breast, the other tangled in her hair, and his tail stroking every inch of skin he can reach.
Except when it comes to the gorgeous woman stretched between us, nothing seems wrong.
Everything seems exactly right.
