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I focus on her face, so open to my beast. “Breeane,” I snarl.
“I’m not scared,” she assures me. “You are beautiful.”
I chuckle. “I have never been called that.” I slow to a halt.
“No one else gets to call you that.” She pulls again and I give her what she wants.
I will give her anything she wants.
Chapter Twenty
Breeane
My fingers curl into Lucas’s hair on both sides, urging him to come close. His teeth are long, curving over his lips. His cock is inside me; our combined come leaking. I’m boneless, and it takes all my energy to bring his face to mine.
I gently, carefully kiss his top lip, then his cheeks. His eyes fall shut. “I loved every second.”
“My girl,” he grits out. His hands slide up my back and pull.
He walks to the bedroom, never losing our connection. I tuck my face in his neck as he yanks the blankets down. We tumble into the bed. I blink, surprised when I end up on top. I relax, my body melting.
“The best date.” We both laugh and then he groans.
“Shit, Slugger. I can feel you around my cock. Keep it up, and I’ll be ready to fuck you again,” he warns.
“Would that be bad?” I ask, lifting my head. When I do, my body automatically slides deeper onto him, and it’s my turn to groan.
“Are you sore?” he asks, his eyes turning liquid, his teeth back to normal.
“No,” I deny.
“Really?” He pushes his hips up.
There is a bite of pain. “Really,” I persist. The sensation adds to the excitement.
I gasp when he slaps my bare cheek. “Lying?”
“Yes, but I like it,” I say honestly.
“I can feel that,” he growls and pushes again. “Ride me, baby.”
I sit up the rest of the way, my mouth opening; he’s so deep. “Lucas.”
“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “Roll those hips. Make me come.”
I do. I do it again and again. I do it slowly and steadily. I relish every hard inch of his cock. His strong hands gripped my hips, guiding me but letting me set the pace.
“Give me your mouth,” he commands.
Never stopping the movement, I put one hand on the bed to balance, sweep my hair out of the way with the other, and give my lion my lips. I forgot the importance of a kiss. When done with love and devotion, is just as important as having sex.
Shit. Love.
I’m falling.
For all of them.
As my other hand hits the bed, my thoughts overwhelming me, his hand pushes my hair out of the way, staying on the side of my head. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me where he wanted me. My hips falter when I feel his finger close to my ass.
