“You were about to be a brat.”
I pant through the sensation as he continues to pinch my nipple, pulling it away from my body. “Was not.”
Lambert’s lips travel down my sternum, then take a detour across to my unabused breast. He flicks the pebbled bud there lightly with his tongue, then kisses it as North releases the other.
“Kiss it better,” I order.
He offers me a cheeky grin as he cups my breast. “Yes, boss.”
Lambert’s soft, swirling attention is the perfect antidote to the sting of North’s rough treatment. Unfortunately, the devil behind me decides to switch his attention to the other side, and they settle into a pattern. North pinches and twists one, while Lambert sweetly laps and suckles the other.
The combination is heady and too much all at once.
Bliss and torment battle across my chest. Stinging, soothing, sucking, all of it melting into a burn that grows steadily hotter. Then they swap, and it starts over again.
“Lambert, suck my clit,” I order.
“What was that, Ice Queen?” North asks as Lambert’s mouth obligingly travels lower.
“I told him to suck my clit,” I retort, meeting his heated gaze with challenge.
“And you think that was a good idea?”
“Yes. Obviously.” He pauses, and I smirk. “I mean, obviously,honeypie.”
“Honeypie?” His voice takes on a silkiness that means danger, and my cheeks hurt as I try to hold back my laugh.
“Sorry. Did you prefer Petal? Buttercup?”
North shakes his head. “Such a brat. You’d think you’d have learned after last time.”
“What happened last time?” Lambert asks, breath fanning over my navel.
“No orgasms.” North smiles, and it’s an evil expression.
“Well, if Lambert’s here, I don’t think that threat is as effective,” I retort. “Given thathewon’t let me go unsatisfied.”
North’s smile only grows. “Last chance.”
Butterflies erupt in my abdomen, right beneath the kiss Lambert presses above my pussy.
“Sugarplum?” I offer.
North bursts out laughing. “Give her as many orgasms as she can take,” he says, reaching over to my drawer and pulling out one of my new toys before chucking it at the other man. “And then keep going.”
Is that supposed to be a threat? I relax against North’s hold with a satisfied smile.
He’s seriously underestimated just how addicted to sensation I’ve become since I was embodied.
Lambert catches the pink rabbit without even looking, his focus never leaving me as his clever tongue finally traces along the outermost edge of my pussy, tasting me with a groan.
“How wet is she?” North demands.
Lambert takes his time answering, licking straight through the centre of me and sucking on my clit until I squirm before he relinquishes his meal to look me straight in the eye. “Drenched.”
I can’t even be embarrassed, because he’s so damned happy about it, diving straight back in with relish.
“Harder,” I order, my toes curling as he obeys, strumming the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.
