Page 77 of Paramour of Sin


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My knees shook with need, my heart skipping several beats to the point where I worried about my wellbeing.

Then the two men started kissing.

Not sweetly or chastely, but passionately, their tongues dueling for dominance as Lord Zebulon all but ripped Zane’s own shirt from his torso. It’d been a solid black cotton T-Shirt that he’d borrowed from Gleason earlier.

He wouldn’t be returning it.

Because it laid in tatters atmyfeet.

Where Lord Zebulon had thrown it.

An invitation of sorts for me to join them. But I had to strip first. I had to add my clothes to the pile in order to join. The order was clear. The demand one that had me panting and ready to play.

The two men tangling together only excited me more, their ferocity stunning and overwhelming my instincts.Want, I thought, salivating at the sight of them.Very much want.

Lord Zebulon unfastened Zane’s pants—the same pair from last night—and drew down the zipper to free his cock.

No boxers.

Because he hadn’t brought a spare pair.

Which left Zane naked as Lord Zebulon shoved the pants to the floor.

Dear Realms…My thighs clenched, my abdomen twisting with need. I’d just seen Zane in all his glory this morning, had watched Lord Zebulon stroke him in a similar manner just last night, yet I was starving for them.

Electricity hummed through the air, stirring the hairs along my arms.

The two men were practically assaulting each other in their ferocity to disrobe, their display of masculinity a savage seduction to my senses.

Heat spread through me, a torrent of dark desire curling in my lower belly as Lord Zebulon’s pants fell to the floor. Followed by his boxers.

Both men were naked.

With me still in my shorts and bra, standing here like a blushing innocent.

I blinked.Innocent. Childlike. Naïve.

I didn’t want them to think that about me. I needed them to acknowledge my strength as a woman. My sexuality. My ability to dominate a bedroom. At least in my own way.

Oh, I’d submit to Lord Zebulon. No question.

But I’d blow his mind, reset all his expectations when it came to dallying with a succubus, and bring him to his knees—just like he always did to me.

They wanted to treat me like porcelain? Well, I’d prove I couldn’t break. Then I’d make them grovel and beg for more.

Yes, this was much better than moping around in my living room.

This was me putting my best skills into action.

I unsnapped my bra and grinned as both men pulled away to watch me. One minute, they were devouring each other, pretending I wasn’t standing here observing them. And the next, I had two sets of aroused gazes on me, waiting for the lace to drop.

I smiled.This I know how to do.

Zane might be a master of sex, older and more sophisticated, but I had assets he didn’t. I proceeded to display two of them now by allowing the lace to fall from my breasts.

Their nostrils flared in response, their yearning a heady scent that wrapped around me in a tender caress. I inhaled their scents—mint and sin. A refreshing kiss to my senses underlined in wicked intent.

Yes. More.