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He takes two steps, closing the distance between them. Frankie inhales sharply.
“I’m done waiting,” he growls.
He captures her in his arms.
Their lips meet and she goes limp in his embrace, letting him pull her into his chest. Two nights ago, he demanded her surrender while they sparred; now, she’s given it freely. To see him command her desire like this makes my cocks twitch, and I let out a shuddering breath.
Malix trails wet kisses down her throat, dropping to his knees and peeling her shirt up over her torso. Frankie tangles her hands in his messy white hair when he rakes his teeth across her hip bone, a breathy sound escaping her lips.
They’re beautiful.
I could watch them for hours…for days.
Frankie’s gaze finds me frozen.
“Come here,” she sighs.
I move robotically, swaying forward and stumbling as my claws hook on the blankets. Frankie takes hold of the bandolier across my chest, her hands sliding across the expanse of my pecs and down to the armored belt I wear over my stomach. She fumbles with the clasps for a moment before splaying her hands flat against my ribcage.
“Off,” she commands.
I reach for the stubborn clasps and undo them one by one, then drop the belt to the floor before yanking off my bandolier. Malix’s hands crawl up Frankie’s body and touch her breasts, and I can see the way his fingers tweak her nipples beneath her thin black shirt.
“Kiss me, Taraven,” she says.
For a moment, I’m brought back to that night on Azoth, when she demanded Istopkissing her. I remind myself to ask her why one day when we’re not in the middle of…this.
Although I wouldn’t complain if she kept me distracted like this for the rest of my life.
I scoop my hands around her neck and tilt my head to capture her mouth in a sensuous kiss, her lips swollen and soft with arousal. She whimpers into my mouth, and my eyes dart down to see Malix doing away with her pants now, stripping them off and tossing them across the room. His fingers find her clit, that spot that drives human women mad, and her hips buck forward.
We break away and look down at him, his ink black eyes hazy as he gazes up at Frankie.
“How I have been dying to taste you again,” Malix groans from where he remains on his knees.
His eyes meet mine.
“And you,” he says. “I have yet to explore.”
He’s so bold—ever the cocky, brave soldier, even in the bedroom. His lips curl in a smirk as he raises his brow, and I tilt my head in a faint nod.
He understands.
He reaches for the ties at the hips of my pants.
My clothes fall in a heap at my feet, leaving me bare to them both. Malix doesn’t touch me—not yet, when he’s starving for Frankie. He licks up her seam and she hooks her leg over his shoulder, then reaches for my chin.
“Keep fucking kissing me,” she murmurs.
I run my claws down her spine and capture her lips again, melding them with my own and drawing out a long, pleasured sigh. Her hips rock forward, the wet noise of Malix’s tongue on her cunt making my mouth water. I duck my head to wrap my lips around a brown nipple, swirling my tongue around the peak and making her cry out.
A big hand slides up my calf, toward my inner thigh. My cock strains to be caressed, my body begging for him—for both of them—but Malix’s touch is deliberate enough to make me groan and stare down at him. He licks his lips as he pulls away from Frankie, examining my cocks with an almost clinical stare.
He runs his hand up my thigh, over the smaller, barbed appendage beneath my cock: the part that we call our hasp. His fingers twirl around it, then up my shaft.
“You’re different in such fascinating ways,” he murmurs, his drone deep and rumbling. Frankie’s breath hitches, and I realize he’s pumping his fingers into her with his other hand.
There’s something strange about the fact that the man who had never had sex before last night is seducingus—but I revel in his curiosity.
