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My legs quiver and fall to the bed.
I can’t take any more.
Bastian slows, waiting for my body to stop clamping around his fingers before slowly pulling out.
I’m floating again, but Bash’s voices calls me back.
“Look at me, Dove.”
My eyes flutter open to see Bastian bring his finger, dripping with me, to his mouth. He sucks them clean, eyes rolling back with a groan.
“You were right, Dash. She tastes like nectar.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
It’s not coitus that brings about the Rites…
- The Zealot King’s Journal: The Unabridged, Unsanctioned Edition
I must have driftedoff because I’m startled by wet warmth on my thighs.
“What’s that,” I ask, sleep thickening my voice.
“Ssshhh, Dove,” Dash murmurs in my ear. He’s still behind me, supporting my back, so I must not have been asleep too long. “You’re fine, love. Bash is just doing his job and cleaning you up.”
I glance down the line of my body to see Bastian and all his muscles sitting between my legs, cleaning me with a warm washcloth. It’s the first time I’ve truly seen him without a shirt…
And Celestus help me, if the sight doesn’t make me want to climb him like a tree. The demon doesn’t just have a neck tattoo, he’s covered in sigils and demon script that spans his broad chest, trails down his abs, and disappears into his shorts.
Bastian’s eyes gleam in the low light as he watches me appreciating his body. “It’s all yours, Dove. However, whenever, you want me.”
His words make my stomach flutter and tightens things even lower.
“But first things first,” he says and turns his attention back to his work. “I made quite the mess of you,” he says with a smirk. “It’s only fair.”
He dabs the warm cloth on my fevered skin, and that ribbon of need, or reckless want that won’t be subdued or quelled, springs to life anew.
I moan, hoping it’s just the attention Bastian’s giving my sex. It must be toying with my hormones. I know it’s not, but I don’t know what else to think as my hips start rocking on their own, offering me to Bastian.
“I—I don’t know what’s happening, but I have to have you both again and right fucking now.” I groan and press my palm to my pussy, hoping the pressure might relieve the impossible ache.
“Holy shit, Dash, this is really it,” Bastian says over me, but he’s not touching me, and I can’t have that.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah, man. I just watched her swell up.”
“She’s ours.”
“Please, stop talking. I can’t take this.” I wriggle against Dashel, trying to make them understand how much I need them.
“I didn’t think it happened anymore,” Bash says, “but I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Please.” I claw at the bed. Why are they still just talking?
“There’s only one solution…”
“Bash, we can’t.”
