Page 123 of Succumbed

I gasp against him, giving way to his tongue as I grip his shirt. He turns me as he ravages my mouth, pushing me roughly into a warm, hard body. Declan’s scent surrounds me as soft lips descend on the juncture of my throat, licking and teasing my skin. The elevator sounds as it reaches our floor, but they don’t release me.

“Come on, Lex,” Shane’s deep voice breaks through the haze of lust, his fingers tangling with mine as he draws me toward the door.

Linc and Declan move back reluctantly as I follow Shane, heart beating double time. They crowd close to us as we move into the suite, Linc snagging my free hand as Declan lays a hand on my nape. I feel like I’m burning alive with the three of them so close, each claiming part of me.

“You want us?” Shane asks, slowing as we reach the living room.

“God, yes.” I nod, feeling dazed. Is this really my life?

Linc steps up against me, pressing his lips to my neck as he draws my coat off my shoulders and lets it slip to the floor. Shane takes my bag, moving to set it somewhere I don’t see because Declan is gripping the back of my head and pulling me in for a searing kiss.

Whimpering, I anchor myself on his biceps, my core clenching in want with every swipe of his tongue. Fumbling hands work at the zipper of my trousers, jerking it open and shoving both pants and underwear down my legs. Declan bands an arm around my waist, crushing my heated flesh into the soft, cool fabric of his tailored suit.

Strong fingers tease at the hem of my blouse, rucking the fabric up toward my head.

“Buttons,” I gasp, leaning back from Declan.

“Fuck the buttons,” he growls, gripping each side of the silky material and yanking.

The soft ping of buttons hitting the table and floor is drowned out by my yelp and Shane’s husky laugh.

“Jesus, Declan!” I huff, glancing at the ruined material hanging from my shoulders.

Declan smirks as he runs his big palms under my breasts, framing the lacy cups of my black bra with his thumbs.

“What?” he mutters, looking at me through his thick lashes. “I’m impatient.”

“You’re a brute, is what you are.”

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I look into his emerald eyes and suck my lip between my teeth as his expression darkens.

“Brute, huh? I’ll show you brute.”

Before I know what’s happening, he hefts me into his arms. Giggling, I wrap my legs around him and hold his face in my hands. He grins up at me, his eyes bright and laugh lines appearing in the corners. I lean down and press my lips to his for a long moment, then pepper his face in gentle kisses. As I do, he turns and moves us toward the couch.

Linc and Shane wait by the largest sofa, both down to their boxer briefs. Shane’s gorgeous ink is on display, the intricate black and gray scenes mesmerizing as ever.

“Give her here and strip.”

Declan glares at Shane as he complies, setting me on my feet. “You always like this, man?”

Glancing up as Shane wraps his arms around me from behind, I nod. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he reaches up to tweak my nipple–gently at first, then finishing with a harsh twist. I gasp as I arch back against him, electricity zapping straight to my clit at the brilliant flash of pain.

“That a problem?” Shane asks, teeth scraping along my ear before he nibbles on the lobe.

I shiver in his hold, body going languid as I watch Declan strip.

“No, just takes some getting used to,” Declan answers as he drops his slacks.

Shane’s warm tongue laves the sensitive spot at the hollow of my neck, drawing a moan from my lips as I squirm in his hold. Declan’s pupils dilate more the longer he watches me with his friend, his cock already tenting his boxer briefs. Licking my lips, I stare at the hard length, remembering the heft and flavor heavy on my tongue two nights before. I want to drop to my knees and swallow him down again, but don’t dare without Shane’s direction.

“Sit,” Shane orders, pointing toward the couch.

Declan’s lips twitch before he obeys. My belly swoops at the ease of the expression, craving more intimacy from them. Always more. When Declan is seated, Shane releases me and steps back to regard us. Linc gestures toward his brother with a mischievous grin, amber eyes dark with want.

“Your throne, m’lady,” he teases, tapping Declan’s thigh.

I comply, stepping forward before turning and settling my ass on his lap. His cock nestles against my cheeks, my pussy throbbing at the hard, hot feel of him.

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