He bent to kiss the nape of my neck, his teeth drawing a dangerous path downward. But he didn’t complete the trail, instead choosing to end at the base of my spine, his statement clear.Patience.
I didn’t want to be patient. I wanted him inside me with Lord Zebulon, and I wanted it right now. I arched upward, my mouth leaving the addictive lips below as I twisted my neck to capture Zane in an intense kiss meant to subdue.
Except he was an incubus, through and through, and he returned my passion in kind, his palm reaching around to grab and squeeze my breast in subtle reprimand.
Then Lord Zebulon stroked my clit with his thumb and I went off on a sudden firecracker of an explosion, my orgasm twisting and curling through every inch of my being. “Oh!” My heart officially stopped. My vision blanked. And the next thing I knew, Zane was inside me, filling me the way I wanted, the two of them kissing intimately between my thin wall.
“Zane!” I screamed, the pressure too much and so incredibly right. The male beneath me pinched my sensitive bud, not wanting to be forgotten and I collapsed onto his chest, eager to reengage his mouth. “Zebulon.” I pressed my lips to his and shuddered as his tongue immediately took control.
Then he sat me back up, forcing me to accept them both at the freshly intense angle. He shifted upward with me, his chest meeting mine as Zane and I both straddled his hips and legs.
Both men were buried to the hilt.
And as we situated ourselves in this position, they began to move. Lord Zebulon had a palm on the bed to help with his powerful upward thrusts.
I fell into a blissful harmony of movement and sex and thriving momentum. Lord Zebulon’s desire thickened the air, making it nearly impossible to breathe, his energy palpable and suffocating and undeniably brilliant.
I inhaled deeply, taking in his vitality instead of oxygen, and feeding to rapturous content.
So. Much. Power.
It coated every inch of me, branding me as his, taking me to a place I shouldn’t willingly go, but did because it meant I could imbibe more of him. His essence. His spirit. His overwhelming presence.
I reveled in it, felt Zane doing the same, and lost myself completely to the moment.
Another explosion ripped through me, cascading me into a dark oblivion. Zane soon followed, his seed hot and wet inside me. But Lord Zebulon was nowhere near done. He flipped us, putting Zane flat on his back with me on top of him, his cock still lodged deep in my ass. And our lord began to really move, drilling into us both in this position and driving Zane into another orgasm within minutes.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his palm squeezing my breast, his lips against my neck.
“Yes,” Lord Zebulon agreed. “Yes.” He continued his momentum, his strength whipping across my senses and drowning me in his aura.
I almost choked on it, overwhelmed by how much he had to give.
And still, I sensed he was holding back.
Even as he came on a roar inside me, he remained in charge. I’d wanted to watch him shatter, but after feeling the controlled part of him nearly rip me in half, I wasn’t sure I could handle him in a frantic state.
I panted between them, my body well and truly used.
Only Lord Zebulon wasn’t done.
And neither was Zane.
“Go wash up,” Lord Zebulon said. “We’ll switch places.”
Oh, Hell…I shivered.Yes.
We rolled onto our sides, Zane’s lips brushing my neck. “I’ll grab you a washcloth, too,” he whispered.
I warmed in approval, but found my mouth too busy to be able to formulate a reply. Lord Zebulon was still rocking into me, using our shared lubrication to glide in and out, in and out.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “So fucking beautiful. I’m sorry I waited so long to touch you, Guinevere.” His palm wrapped around the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my pulse. “We’re going to make it up to you, little one. Trust me.”
He’d already started. Just that apology alone did wonders for me. And yeah, it helped that they’d just delivered two mind-numbing orgasms, too. “I want more,” I told him.
“As do we,” he vowed. “Tonight’s just the beginning.”
I swallowed, his words ones I didn’t expect to hear from him.
