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That is exactly what we’re going to do without much falling but with a whole lot of her screaming if we’re lucky. “I think what you two told me the night of the rune ceremony was exactly right. We can work through everything together.” Dragging a blindfold out of my pocket, I grin enough to flash fangs. “But first, you need to strip.”
34
ROSEMARIE
THE SUN: NO MATTER WHAT, TRUST THAT EVERYTHING CAN TURN OUT GOLDEN
“You’re insane,” I tell Jace. Atticus doesn’t bother speaking. He simply strips naked as if his twin’s plan is an excellent one. The sun shines through his wings, tracing the beautiful veins marbling them while shadowing the spines. “We can’t…” Heck, I can’t even say it. I have to resort to wiggling my finger back and forth between the three of us.
“Fuck while flying?” Jace asks on a delicious chuckle against my neck that makes my toes curl. “Sure we can.” Hiding something in one hand, he uses the other to drag down the stretchy fabric of my jumpsuit as he kisses his way along the exposed skin.
My heart kicks into a beat thrumming faster than the magic coursing along my spine, and my breasts go heavy. The heat of his touch, his kisses, his body pressed against mine chases away the chill of our flight here, and I lose myself in the sensations, fighting to keep my eyes open and not miss a moment of this expert seduction.
He drags a fang along the dip above my collarbone, not breaking skin but scratching in a way that sends tingles straight to my core. With a devious grin, he spins me until my back rubs against his front. I wiggle against him, needing the friction to help ease the ache his closeness creates. Glancing at Atticus with need carved all over his face, his gaze that burns through me, and his erection getting harder by the deafening heartbeat—yeah, that doesn’t relieve anything. Instead, knowing how badly he wants me stokes my craving for them.
“Here.” Jace gives me a gentle shove into Atticus’s arms. “You finish undressing her while I take care of this.”
“Take care of what?” My question cuts off, and my breath catches when he loops a blindfold over my eyes, tying it over my hair. The sudden darkness makes me gasp, makes my legs shake, makes my panties go damp.
Damn, who knew I had a kink for this?
Jace, apparently.
“Too tight?” he asks.
“How about a little warning before you blindfold me,” I demand, trying my best to test out my queen voice.
“Obviously not tight enough,” he taunts, pulling the fabric until I whimper. He runs his nose along my throat, his pointed ear teasing my hair and the edges of the blindfold before his lips catch on my earlobe. His inhale has my body going weak in Atticus’s hold. “We can both smell how turned on you are. Why not relinquish control for a bit and let us prove how much you can trust us? Let us show you how wicked our worship can be.”
“Let me prove myself to you.” The desperation in Atticus’s harsh voice undoes me, and I want nothing more than to give myself over to them.
“Yes.” My answer’s breathy, a whisper I’m not sure anyone could hear. Except they do. They always know what I’m thinking, saying, feeling.
They see all of me. Even the parts I’d rather hide behind a mask so I can be what people expect.
Right now, my mates expect only me.
They tug my jumpsuit to my ankles, and air chills my skin until rough hands wrap around my waist. I’m lifted and held while I’m stripped naked. Instinct has me curling to hide.
“Never hide from us,” Atticus says against my breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth, making it tighten. Desire rushes through me, and I squirm to be closer to him, to offer more of myself. He runs his face against the side of my breast, letting me feel the hard ridges along his nose, the horns on his forehead, the softness of his hair, the beads that attest to his power—all while marking me as his. Without being able to see, every sensation is heightened, and I moan.
“Better,” Jace says.
“More,” I beg.
“Oh, trust me, mate,” he answers. “We’re just getting started.”
A whoosh of wings is my only warning before we take to the sky. My hair whips around my face, and my belly drops, but I can’t worry about being airborne after flying so many times with the twins in the Borderlands the last few days. Besides, the absence of Atticus’s heat as I’m ripped away from him makes me miss him, reach for him.
“Catch, brother.”
I barely register Jace’s words before I’m launched through the air. My shriek cuts short when Atticus’s arms wrap around me, spreading my thighs to lick between them. His tongue laps through my folds as if I’m his favorite dessert, and I can’t stop myself from riding his face when gravity makes it so easy to roll my hips and seek release. He licks up into me, and I pant. I’m light-headed and can’t tell up from down. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I go limp around him on a cry as I climax.
“No rush, little queen.” Atticus nips my thigh. “This will be but your first of many releases before we’re done with you in this game.”
A game? Is that what this is? I can’t see how when all I do is win.
The two of them play a mischievous round of catch, one dropping me only for the other to take me higher. Each time I plummet, my belly swoops on the descent and tightens when strong arms catch me again. My shrieks evolve into giggles as they compete over who can drive me to orgasm faster. Tongues, tails, wings, claws, and kisses—always kisses. I’m so sensitive that the cool air is welcome on my heated skin.
