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I really, really shouldn’t.But gods, I did.
Zorander’s nostrils flared as he watched us, scooting back to give us room, his eyes glowing.
“I want…” I bit my lip, suddenly unsure. But Raziel just paused mid nibble and waited. “I want to get on top. I want to have you, Raziel.” I felt bold saying that, and a little courageous, too.
“That sounds like a splendid idea, princess.” Raz’s voice had gone deeper, rougher, and when I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes, there was a raw, hungry fire in them.
“You can take me any way you want me, Anaria,” he murmured, not a trace of humor, just raw need, like he needed this connection between us every bit as much as I did.
I pushed Raziel onto his back. He was already hard, groaning as I stood his cock up and my fingers traced every glorious inch, marveling at how velvety smooth the skin was, the soft tip, tracing the veins that ran the length of him.
A drop of liquid welled at the end, and I dipped my head and licked it off. Gods, I loved how Raz tasted. Dark and dangerous and salty.
“Fuck, princess. You’re going to destroy me before I ever get inside you.”
“No,” I told him, then I narrowed my eyes. “You’re going to wait until I say you can come.” His low, needy whine was all I needed to take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, tasting him all over again.
Zor went so still I wondered if he was breathing, fingers digging into his knees, his cock rock hard, a savage, hungry look on his face. I never thought I’d want anyone to watch, but I loved his eyes on me.
Loved knowing that needy hunger was all mine.
“Anaria,” Raz groaned, and I smiled, standing his cock up as I straddled him then sank down and down and down, impaling myself on his thick, delicious length until I couldn’t take another inch.
I braced my hands on his chest and slowly rode him, our eyes locked together, his mouth falling open, fingers gripping my hips.
Then I leaned forward and did what I’d been dreaming of for months.
I trailed soft, gentle kisses over the white line around Raziel’s throat, across the tender skin, untouched by anything but cold iron for so long. Every press of my lips teased a low moan out of Raz, every brush of my tongue telling him the same thing. The words I would say to him until the day I died.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Zorander pushed up to his knees beside me, his eyes glued to where the root of Raziel’s cock slammed over and over into my pussy. I straightened, bracing my hands on Raz’s chest, my thumb brushing the mark on his chest, and set a slow, deliberate pace, intent on dragging every last moan out of Raziel’s mouth.
I wanted him undone, boneless and wrecked, gasping and completely mine.
Gods, this was sublime. Power and pleasure all mixed together into a heady euphoria that sent me flying.
Zor leaned in and kissed me, all his previous restraint gone, his tongue tangling with mine, demanding an answer, and I met him stroke for stroke. Raz’s hips pumped up into me, somehow matching the delirious rhythm of Zor’s probing tongue.
Gods, this was too much. Too fucking much, and I loved every second of it.
Zor broke our kiss, yet his grip on my hair was demanding, possessive, pulling me forward until the head of his cock rested on my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue out, tasting salt and thunderclouds.
That was him. Then I tasted me as he pushed in slowly, a shallow stroke that had me opening wider to accept his girth.
“Take my cock,” he ordered hoarsely. “Take it all, Anaria.”
I obeyed. I let him push through my mouth and down my throat, the ridge of his cock rubbing on the back before he withdrew, then pushed in again.
Raziel slammed up into me, then his thumb brushed over my clit which had me moaning around Zor’s cock. He pushed in deeper, holding my head still.
My orgasm tackled me out of nowhere.
I was too tangled up—between the taste of Zor, the feel of Raziel—too many sensations coming all at once, colliding inside me in the most glorious way.
But I was on fire when Zor spilled down my throat, thick and salty, my body spasming from the force of my orgasm, only the steady grip of my two males holding me upright.
I shattered to pieces in their arms, and when I collapsed, it was right onto Raz, who caught me and folded me in his arms. My face was wet with tears, and it was Zor who gently brushed them away.
