Page 8 of Forbidden Heroes

“Did that fucker hurt you anywhere else?” Elliot’s voice is edgy, dark and falls around me like a warm embrace. His eyes never leave my face.

The cool air has dried my lips and I sneak the tip of my tongue out to wet them. With a gentle touch on my shoulder, Samuel pivots me around, putting Elliot at my back.

I drag my gaze off a thick, wide chest and over nicely shaped lips to find Samuel’s jaw twitching and enough wrath glazing over his sharp, icy blue eyes for the both of us. Make that three of us, I notice as I turn my gaze to meet Elliot’s.

Those flames from a moment ago flicker and grow, warming wicked desires inside of me.

Samuel speaks softly so his voice doesn’t carry past us. “Be honest with me.” I stare at his lips the whole time he speaks, and I shiver at the soft command in his voice.

One would think a man of his size didn’t know how to be gentle, but the way he holds me close but not too tightly says otherwise.

I let out a quick breath and manage a short answer. “I’m fine.”

Elliot tugs off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. “Little punk is lucky you took him down first.” His words practically drip with venom.

Maybe too short from the glint of annoyance that flashes across his face and then I realize I’m dead wrong. It is not annoyance at all but well-constrained rage as he eyes the beginnings of what will be a nice bruise on my cheek come morning.

“He was half drunk and I promise he didn’t get far. I can take care of myself. Had he been sober and at full strength maybe I’d be telling a different story, but I’m fine. Honest.”

Elliot bends and before I realize what he’s doing his lips are on my cheek, his hands wrapped around my neck and his thumbs gently stroking my tender skin. I’m no longer in Samuel’s arms but tucked into Elliot’s strong, protective chest.

I don’t know what to focus on more—there are so many warring thoughts. Samuel’s hands are on me too and before I can question my actions, throw on the brakes or demand what the fuck I am doing, I turn my head, bury my hands in his hair and kiss Professor Elliot.

I’ve never been so wet, so fast in my life.

Holy shit.

Four

Emberly

Kissing a man like him should come with a flashing red warning sign. Something to prepare me for the onslaught of electricity spiraling through my entire body.

It’s all-consuming and leaves behind a rush of adrenaline. It zips through every vein and pore in my body. I’m a New Yorker and being coy never really was my style so I roll with my spontaneous outburst.

The second his rough stubble catches my chin and his lips brush against mine hot, sticky liquid slips out to wet my panties.

Anticipation of the unknown of where the heck all this is leading leaves me unbalanced. While my head is all over the place, my body on the other hand has no problem reading the signals my brain is getting crossed.

I rise to the tips of my toes and his arms are around me before my next breath.

The kiss is soft at first like I caught him by surprise but that does not last long. That fire that keeps growing inside of me is out of control and I wind my arms around his neck as he flicks his warm, demanding tongue out to tease the seam of my lips open.

“God damn,” Samuel half-growls beside us, and his hands are not just touching me now. They are possessive and demanding. The jacket Elliot gave me is tossed aside and Samuel’s fingers are buried in the soft fabric of my dress. I can feel the confines of the material tighten around my ample bust. Another inch and my needy nipples will be exposed to both my gorgeous, passionate and obviously hungry professors.

Do I give in to my dirty fantasies here, tell them how I really feel? Or show them? Shimmy my shoulders a bit and give them what we all want? Do I risk it? Or wait?

Gah, why do I have to be so unsure all the time when it comes to them?

Samuel steals the choice from me and hikes the hem of my dress over my thigh. His large, warm hand peels aside my drenched panties and he slips a finger beneath the lacy edge as Elliot's tongue explores my mouth.

“I knew you’d be wet for us.”

He studies my expression when I pull away from Elliot’s kiss. For what I don’t know, but I think he finds what he is looking for because in the next second he has his finger in his mouth, licking my juices off.

I whimper when he takes my lips next, and I taste my arousal on his mouth. Elliot holds me, kneading my ass as Samuel takes our kiss deeper. I wonder for a second if this can truly be happening and then I dash the thought away.

None of my fantasies can come close to what this feels like.

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