Page 116 of Sight of Fate

“Take off your shirt,” I tell him.

He removes it and tosses it on a nearby chair.

I run my hands up his broad chest and follow the lines with my tongue. Head bent, he watches every move I make, and if it weren’t for the increase in his breathing, I wouldn’t know he was turned on.

Unbuckling his belt, I lick his abs, then strip his pants off. My fingers wrap around his cock, and unlike in the elevator, the light in here is bright enough to see every inch of him, and my breath catches at the sight of his thick cock.

“Beautiful,” I say, slowly exhaling. “I want to know everything. What you like. Don’t like.”

Steel wrapped in velvet. Moving to the bed, I sit down and run my finger across every centimeter, including his balls. Then I lightly grip him and slide my hand down his cock and back up again.

“For example, do you like to be touched like this?” I tighten my grip and repeat the movement. “Or like this?”

He lets out a low moan that sends shivers down my body and clears his throat. “Tighter.”

Keeping my grip tight, I stroke him up and down, then lean down and swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. “Like or not like?”

“Like. A lot,” he returns in a gravelly voice.

Opening my mouth wide, I slip his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip before lightly sucking on it. He thrusts forward, and I gag a little before I figure out how to relax my throat and take him deeper. He lightly cups the back of my head, rocking in and out of my mouth. Every time he pushes back in, he’s a little deeper.

Amazed by how much I’ve taken, I glance up and see his deep blue eyes glittering with lust. I swallow. He groans and begins to thrust in and out of my mouth.

“I love seeing your sweet little mouth stretched over my cock,” he murmurs, moving his hips a little faster. I reach out and grasp his thighs, steadying myself.

“Look at me,” he orders, and the instant I do, he surges forward, faster and faster. “I’m going to come. When I tap your shoulder, pull back, okay?”

My eyes narrow in defiance.

He taps me on the shoulder, but I keep my mouth firmly latched around his cock. When he sees my determination, his cock swells, and his hand tightens in my hair as he comes hard.

I swallow several times, then slip my mouth from his body. He drops to his knees and pulls me in a for a wildly different kiss, bold and chaotic, as if he’s still turned on. I whimper, needing more.

He pivots on his heel and walks over to the dresser. Tossing me a white shirt, he heads toward the bathroom. “Be back in a second.”

Grateful for his understanding, I slip out of my shirt and pull on the tank. Tugging on it, I realize my shoulders are going to partially show. Spotting a mirror in the corner, I walk over to see how much of my scars is going to be exposed and wince. It’s more than I thought. Plus, the armholes are so big, you can see almost all of my side and a glimpse of my scarred back.

“You’re beautiful, love,” Macklin says, coming to stand behind me, his naked body towering over mine in the mirror.

His hands reach for my pants and pull them down, along with my underwear, leaving me clad only in his tank. My nipples harden when I see the need in his eyes.

Large hands circle around and dive under the front of the tank to cup my breasts. I moan and lift the shirt to watch him touch me. His head dips, and his tongue swirls around my ear and down my neck before he catches my chin with his finger and pulls my head back for a deep, thrusting kiss.

I moan and slip my hand down my body, but his iron grip snags it. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

With a shiver, I nod, and he shifts, pulling me toward the bed. To my surprise, he lies on his back and lifts me to straddle him. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Shocked, I stare down at him. “Umm, won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Try it. If you don’t like it, we can change positions,” he says with a grin.

Cheeks burning, I take a deep breath and move up his body before hovering above his face. His hands clamp down on my thighs, then his tongue swipes top to bottom. Incoherent words spill from my lips as he ravages my body. Oh my freaking sweet…

My thighs quiver when he spears me with his tongue, and a loud moan escapes. I arch, needing more, and feel a prickling awareness at my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Andros in the doorway, watching Macklin’s tongue slip in and out. Caramel-colored eyes full of lust, he swallows hard but says nothing.

Knowing he’s there makes me moan louder and swivel my hips until I’m riding Macklin’s tongue. He slides his hand between my legs and firmly circles my clit, and I cry out, coming hard. My thighs shake as the waves roll over me, and I pull myself off Macklin and collapse to the side, breathing heavily.

Macklin’s gaze drifts from me to the door, which is now empty, and winks.