Page 293 of Breathe Like Hell

Micah’s hand found my jaw, thumb pressing to my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. He used the hold to tilt my head up, commanding me to look him in the eye.

He didn’t say anything, but words were unnecessary. The reverence and love in his eyes made my own sting. Though I wished I knew exactly what he was thinking, that would never be the point with Micah. I understood him through the abstract shape of shadows, through his silence, through his steely irises. Not always words and explanations and drawn out stories about his past.

I love you more than my own life.

Micah’s thumb slid free of my mouth as he shifted my head back towards his erection, forcing my mouth down onto his length as Mason ducked lower to suck and tongue his balls. Micah’s legs remained spread wide to accommodate both of us, his hips flexing and his muscular thighs tensed.

A cruel king on his royal seat, a dark god watching from above. I wished I could touch his wings from here, practice giving him pleasure the way Mason had earlier.

But I focused all my effort on obediently sucking his cock, unable to suppress my moans while I did. Mason’s face was so close to mine and both of us were pleasuring Micah and drool was dripping from the corner of my mouth and…

Hot cum spurted out of the tip of Micah’s cock, hitting the back of my throat as he groaned loudly.

I swallowed around him, desperate, needing every drop of his orgasm, not content to waste any of it.

My eyes caught on Mason’s as I sat back on my heels—he looked almost expectant. But I’d already…

“Greedy girl,” Micah said under his breath. “Share with him next time.”

“Wha—”

“My cum. Next time, I’d like to see him tongue-kiss it out of your mouth.”

“Oh.”

I was melting, on fire, nothing more than a puddle of helpless lust. I thought about Micah doing that same exact thing many months ago—licking Mason’s cum off my tongue.

The next movement was a coordinated effort—and not by me.

Mason grabbed me off the floor, scooping me into his arms while Micah pulled up his sweats, following us both up to his bedroom as his wings disappeared, where Mason dumped me on the king size bed. He tugged my shorts down in one fluid motion, leaving my body wholly exposed on the comforter.

He got on the bed with me, giving me one hard kiss on the mouth before laying on his back.

“Sit on my face, baby,” Mason instructed. “Facing him.” He nodded at Micah, who knelt at the end of the bed.

Micah dragged Mason’s shorts off and fisted his leaking cock, letting a string of saliva drip out of his mouth onto the tip.

I hardly got a chance to make sight of what I was watching before Mason was manhandling me, yanking my soaked pussy down to his ravenous mouth. I’d already been so worked up for so long; it wasn’t going to take much to make me come now.

“Oh, God,” I choked out. “Fuck.”

My eyes glazed over as Micah leaned forward and sucked Mason down, the sight of it shoving me right to the brink of orgasm. I could see his back muscles flexing as his arm moved, the motion of his throat as he swallowed Mason’s cock. Both of them were groaning, masculine noises of pure arousal vibrating all around me.

Mason grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me spread apart for the wicked assault of his tongue, lashing against my swollen clit.

I’m in over my head, and I love it. I fucking love it. I want to drown in them.

The instant my eyelids slid shut, Micah rose to his knees.

He grabbed my jaw, my throat, controlling me, compelling me to look at him as I panted and whined and ground my hips against Mason’s face. The sheer dominance in his stare made me so, so weak. I melted into his grasp, hanging onto his every harsh breath.

“Come on his face,” he ordered. “I want his chin dripping.”

He smacked my cheek hard enough to shock me, the sting melting into the flush on my skin, and I moaned louder. Micah swallowed the sound immediately, his arrogant lips devouring mine. I wanted him to bite me, tear into me with his sharp teeth. Brutally rip me into pieces like the predator he was. He slapped me again and my eyes rolled back, choked moans pouring from my kiss-bitten lips.

It was too much. Too good.

Mason’s tongue on my aching clit, Micah’s tongue in my submissive mouth, their hands manipulating every inch of my overheated, overstimulated body.