Forgot how to breathe.
Let go of all my thoughts and feelings and fears.
And allowed them to pull me into an oblivion that literally stole my consciousness for a brief moment, introducing me to the afterlife and beyond before pulling me back to the reality of their presence. One of them was chuckling.Zeph. The other had slipped down to feast on my arousal.
They were everywhere at once, driving me close to the edge again. “Not yet,” Zeph said, pulling back. “We need to play our game first.”
I growled in response to his idea ofplaying a game. I wanted to come again.Right now.
“Don’t be greedy, little mate,” he murmured, stretching out alongside me. Kols took my other side, the heat of their bodies bathing me in a lust-induced ecstasy that I longed to swim in forever.
They were naked.
I couldn’t see them, but I couldfeelthem. Zeph’s impressive length met my hip, his cock pulsating with a desire I knew too well. He’d remained clothed in all our shared fantasies, never once allowing me toseehim. And oh, how I yearned to see him now.
Then Kols pressed his groin to my opposite side, his arousal more familiar, yet not. We’d only been truly intimate once, and it hadn’t ended well.
Now I had them both.
In reality.
Naked.
And I couldn’t see either of them. Or touch them.
I must have growled again, because Zeph tsked. “None of that, Aflora. We let you come once—without my permission, mind you—so now we’ll play a game.”
I bit my lip, recalling all the times he’d demanded I ask for permission to orgasm. He had to be in control at all times, his dominance written into everything he did. And I’d broken one of his rules.
Which meant he intended to punish me for it, probably by denying more orgasms—another of his favorite activities. Or so I assumed, given everything he’d done to me over the last week.
“I’m sorry, Zeph. I forgot,” I admitted.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine in a tender kiss. “You’re forgiven, pixie flower,” he whispered, nuzzling my nose. “I loved watching you come in your dreams, but this…” He ground himself against my hip, then palmed my breast and gave it a sensual squeeze. “Mmm, this was so much sweeter andreal.”
His mouth captured mine, forcing me to taste my own arousal from his tongue. I moaned, my grip on the headboard tightening as I fought the urge to rip free from the lacy bondage around my wrists. His knots were loose—something I suspected was done for my benefit—but I didn’t want to displease him by pulling away from the bonds too soon.
Something about Zeph made me want to obey him.
And so I did, kissing him as he kissed me and allowing him to guide me into the intimacy he craved.
However, I couldn’t stop the sound of protest that left my lips as he pulled away, his mouth my new favorite addiction. He chuckled in response, his teeth nipping my chin. “Don’t worry,pixie flower. I enjoy kissing you, too. But you need to answer a few questions for us first.”
“Okay,” I agreed, my cheeks warming.
Kols leaned in to kiss my neck, his lips finding my pulse as he hummed his approval against my skin. “I hope you answer correctly, sweetheart.”
“Who kissed you first tonight?” Zeph asked, beginning the game.
“You,” I answered without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he replied, leaning down to take my mouth again, this time as a reward.
Kols continued to lick a path up and down my neck while Zeph possessed me with his tongue, the combined intensity forcing me to squeeze my legs together in search of necessary friction.
“Whose fingers slid inside you first, princess?” Kols asked against my ear. “Were they mine? Or did they belong to Zeph?”
I swallowed, this one not as clear. But I felt pretty sure it was Kols. “Yours,” I said. “You touched my ankle and slid up my leg and beneath my skirt, then Zeph kissed me.”
