I hooked my thumbs into my shorts, then slowly drew them down my thighs, bending in the process to show off the fluidity of my form.
Their collective warmth created a blanket of intensity that swathed me from head to toe as I righted myself to face them.
All three of us were naked.
Aroused.
Hot.
“And here I thought she didn’t want to play,” Zane murmured.
“Hmm,” Lord Zebulon hummed in agreement, his expression assessing. Like he was crafting some master plan on how to take me. Unequivocally in charge. Never letting down his guard.
Suddenly, I wanted to tempt him to fall. To break through his steadfast control and watch him crumble. A soft moment of weakness founded in sex.
Could I do it? Could I be so brave?
Would I be able to handle the aftermath?
His lips curled as though he could read my mind, his obsidian irises flaring with a taunt.You can try, little one, he seemed to be saying.Come tempt me, seductress. Come play.
I sauntered toward him, taking him up on the unspoken offer, his energy swimming around me and drowning me in his intoxicating scent.
Neither of them were forgiven.
But I could punish them in other ways—by demonstrating what they’d set on a pedestal and not dared touch for all these years.
Make them sorry for wasting so much time.
Make them crave more.
Make them realize how right I was for them both.
I could handle this—them—and I intended to prove that in the only way I knew how.
Lord Zebulon reached for me as I approached, his hand ready to take control, but I crushed my lips to his before he could guide me into whatever move he desired. I told him with my mouth that it was my turn to lead, my turn to show him what I was capable of, and he would either allow it, or fight me.
Either way, I’d win.
Because in the bedroom, I was queen.
And I proceeded to explain that to him with my tongue.
He growled, his palm landing harshly on my ass, but he didn’t stop my kiss. No, he deepened it. He reciprocated my control with a stroke of his own, dominating me with his skill.
Only, I was equally qualified in this arena, a point I made by wrapping my fingers around his base and giving it a knowing stroke upward. I twisted at the head, then went back down to repeat the action, taking note of his breaths and reactions as I continued my domination of him with my hand.
Zane had introduced me to Lord Zebulon’s preferences last night.
I informed him with each touch that not only had I been paying attention, but I also had my own talents to add to the mix. And his fingers twining through my hair to tug my strands at the roots suggested he approved. He angled my head for deeper access, his opposite hand going to Zane as he pulled him around behind me.
The incubus immediately grabbed my hips, his touch a brand against my skin. Then he pressed his hard arousal against my backside, his intent clear.
“I’m going to take you here,” he whispered in my ear. “While our lord fucks you.”
My thighs clenched.Yes. Yes, I want that.
He reached around to my front, his fingers easily sliding through my folds. “Mmm, I thought you would approve of that.” He nibbled my ear lobe, then kissed a hot path down my neck before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I cried out against Lord Zebulon’s mouth, but he didn’t let me pull away. His tongue was too demanding, his body solid and hard against my front while Zane remained cemented at my back.
