Page 75 of Sight of Fate

Macklin chuckles. “Does his mouth feel good?”

Instead of answering, I twist my head back and capture his lips in a wild and desperate kiss, diving deep, matching the rhythm of his finger. He moans and adds a second finger. I wince at the stretch. Teague’s tongue swirls, and pleasure replaces the burn. Internal muscles contract, gripping Macklin’s fingers.

“That’s it,” he says. He stares down at me, his gaze sliding over my face as he picks up the pace again.

I wonder what he sees?

Teague’s tongue flicks lightly over me, faster and faster.

“I need…” I pant, not really knowing. I mean. Of course I’ve heard about orgasms. “I’ve never.” It’s right there. “Please, Macklin.”

“Let go, love. We’ve got you.”

Macklin curls his fingers and strokes a new spot deep inside, and I cry out. It feels like I’m on the edge of a cliff. Almost like when Teague and I met.

My body coils tighter and tighter. Teague’s tongue curls around me. And between one breath and the next, I explode, clenching and pulsing as waves of sensation roll over me, darkening the edges of my vision.

Teague surges up and pulls my chin toward him. Tongue stroking in and out in a messy carnal kiss, he shares images of the three of us, my flushed face, body arching, the sound I made when my release hit. He groans and releases my lips.

Macklin slides his fingers out, and I whimper at the empty feeling he leaves behind.

Macklin tugs my face toward his to place a long, slow kiss on my lips before pulling back to study my face. “For you to trust me…to help ease your fear. I have no words to describe how much that meant to me.” He clears his throat. “But feeling you come on my fingers. Damn, love.”

Sweeping the damp hair back from my face, he peers down at me. “You know this changes things, don’t you? For us?”

I shyly nod, although I’m not exactly sure how this will all work.

He pulls me into a tight hug and runs a hand down my hip, his lips pressing softly on my temple, then my ear, and finally on my neck.

He strokes a finger down my cheek. “I’ll return in a bit.” Easing out of bed, he walks out.

I bite my lip, wondering if he’s okay.

Teague chuckles. “He’s going to take a shower. Release some of his tension.”

“Oh,” I say, looking at him, silently asking him the same question.

He gives me a wry smile. “More than okay. The connection between us works both ways. When you came, your pleasure was so intense, I found my release at the same time.” He plucks at his briefs. “I’ll have to grab a quick shower, but not for the same reason.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Sorry?”

“I’m not,” he states firmly. “Feeling how aroused you were. How new everything was. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. I wanted to devour you. But at the same time, I could have watched you with Macklin all night.”

“You didn’t mind?” I ask, needing his reassurance.

Teague shakes his head. “No. I knew the moment it turned from comfort to desire. The way you craved his hands on you. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have let him touch you.”

“You could feel all that?”

“Yes,” he replies, reaching up to grab my shirt. “Let’s fix your shirt, then I’ll get a washcloth for you. Unless you want to join me in the shower?”

I bend my neck and let him pull it back over my head. “If you don’t mind, I’ll wash up, then you can have the bathroom.” Fingering the stretched-out hem, I feel like I owe him an explanation. “I’ve never let anyone see my back.”

He kisses my nose. “One day you’ll realize your scars don’t matter to us. I’m never going to see anything but a gorgeous woman. And I’m jealous enough to wish I was the only one who thinks you’re stunning, but I see the looks you get in the office. And on the street. But it doesn’t matter what I think. One day you’ll be comfortable enough to strut around in a tank top. Or even a bikini.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Not because it’s what we want, but because you feel sexy and you want to drive us crazy with tantalizing glimpses of those perfect breasts.”

Either he knows that’s my secret dream or he guessed, but the fear of them rejecting me because of my scars eases a little.

Chapter Thirty-Two