Page 74 of Immortal Burden

A low rumble of satisfaction came from Lucian.

His fingers left me.

And suddenly they were grasping my thighs, spreading me wide, and holding me open at his will.

He licked the length of my leaking pussy from top to bottom. I moaned deeply at the feel of his hot, wet tongue teasing me. Up and down. Sensually slow and deliberate.

I squirmed restlessly. He was just shy of where I most desperately needed him. My swollen clit was pulsing, vying for his attention.

“For someone so intent on maintaining absolute control, you are quick to surrender yourself to me."

“I don’t know why,” I choked out.

Ryker drew back from my breasts. Another whimper escaped me. I really couldn’t bear the loss of contact with either of them.

“You are aware,” Lucian countered. “You are merely resisting.”

I shook my head, straining to break free of Ryker’s binding hold on my wrists so I could reach out to them, beckon them back to me. “No. I’m not holding back anymore. You were right earlier and—”

His finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.

I crinkled my nose when I smelled my own arousal there.

He smirked at my reaction, apparently amused. “Something is missing,” he said, his eyes darting around the room for a moment before coming back to mine. “You know what it is. Think. Let go of all else, but the desire burning hot in your veins, that which stems from the intense pull between us.”

Ryker reached out and stroked my hair, his soft, adoring touch sending a pang of longing through me, one tainted with guilt. I’d pushed him away to protect the both of us, but I’d missed him dearly, like a part of myself had been lost in our parting.

“He’s an infuriating know-it-all, but he’s right, Mia,” he said, looking all around, his brow furrowed in consternation. “I can feel it too. Something… incomplete.”

I nodded.

Ryker released my wrists and I sat up, both their gazes hot on me as my breasts bounced at my movement. Both of them took one of my hands in theirs, a silent gesture of support. I smiled gratefully and then squeezed my eyes shut, delving into a deep state of concentration.

“Come on. Come on,” I murmured, aware I was whispering aloud. Uttering my will helped me to focus on whatever task lay ahead, so I continued in spite of witnesses.

An image flashed in my mind, slamming into my consciousness.

A memory. A very recent memory.

Something about this time and place made it nearly impossible to draw on anything beyond it. It was like some sort of heavy fog, determined to keep everything but the sexual desire rolling through the room shrouded.

I strained, my hands tightening in Ryker and Lucian’s with the sheer effort I was employing.

I couldn’t get a lock on the image long enough to ascertain what it was.

But then an intense sensation rolled through me, flooding my entire being.

Unbridled, unchecked desire, more than lust, beyond passion. It heated my body something fierce, threatening to burn me from the inside out with its ferocious intensity.

I knew who it belonged to, the only being to ever spark those sensations in me, to awaken that untamed part of me.

A vicious roar tore through the room.

I opened my eyes, tensing with anticipation. “Jaxon,” I breathed. “Jaxon Silver.”

Lucian jerked his hand from mine. “The Alpha?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“A wolf?” Ryker pressed. “You, Mia?”

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