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I cry out. But kneeling, he reaches around me, and his fingers plunge inside me again, this time pushing in from behind.

This angle is different, the penetration more shallow and striking different places, and his fingers, impaling me, pull me forward toward him. His hot breath moves the hair over my sex, and then his tongue laps forward, finding my magical nub.

My leg lifts, unconsciously hoping to grant him better access, and the movement transfers most of my weight onto his face, and then his lips latch.

I cry out in pleasure as his fingers pump into me hard and fast from behind, and his mouth sucks hard on my clitoris. The thumb of the hand inside me rubs the skin just behind the opening of my sex, the skin there more sensitive than I ever imagined.

Then his thumb presses against my asshole, and I tense. But before I can think about whether I want him to touch me there, he sucks harder on my clit, and I surrender. Surrender everything to Flame. He can do whatever he wants, as long as he continues to make me feel this good.

As two of his fingers continue to explore my insides, his thumb strokes me just behind, gathering dampness from my sex, and that slick fluid feels surprisingly good when he rubs it on my tight pucker, waking nerves I never imagined could yield pleasure.

My body tenses again. I have felt this before.

A memory floods in. A memory of another finger touching me back there. But the memory vanishes as a massive climax overtakes me.

I buck over Flame’s face as he sucks and licks me, as his fingers press inside me to absorb the rapid contractions strong enough to break his fingers, and lasting so long I wonder if they’ll ever end.

His thumb stays mercifully outside my pucker, only stroking it, as more and more of my body weight falls forward onto his face, propelled by the unrelenting penetration of his fingers, feeling almost as good as his cock did inside me.

As my contractions subside, his motions slow. He licks around my clit, circling it, instead of putting pressure directly on top, and he moves his fingers more slowly inside me. My insides are pulsing, but more gently now, and his actions are so tender, like he’s comforting me, easing me down from that great height.

“Thank you,” I say on an exhale. “I needed that.”

“Oh darling,” he says against my sex. “We’ve just barely started.”

His fingers press into me deeply, so deeply I’m lifted onto my toes, and his lips latch around my clit and suck.

Shock and awe overtake my thoughts as another climax strikes hard and fast, coming so violently, so gloriously, and so quickly on the back of the other that I lose any pretence of ability to control my body.

His fingers continue to drive into me from behind—at some point he added a third?—and his thumb presses against my asshole as his lips and tongue deliver more pleasure than I knew my body could ever feel.

“What the fuck is this?” he says.

But then I realize it couldn’t have been his voice I heard. I’d have felt his words rumbling into my sex.

Gasping, Flame pulls me off of his face, as he gently pulls his fingers out from inside me. Back on both feet, I wobble, leaning forward over him, my body shaking, my mind still unsure what’s going on.

“You’re back,” Flame says, and my brain catches up.

My hands fly up to cover my bare chest and I turn to look for my dress.

“Looking for this?” Crusher tosses the garment toward me, and I look back to Flame, ready to defend him.

He leaps to his feet and takes me into his arms, holding me against him, my dress between us. “Get the fuck out,” he says. “Give us some fucking privacy.”

“Two minutes.” Crusher says gruffly. “Get your shit together, man, then be ready to explain yourself.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Blade

My chest has sliced open.

Seeing Flame’s mouth on Ana, his fingers inside her, thousands of sharp skewers stab into me all at once. I swallow the pain. I have no claim on Ana. Plus, I’m immune to such emotions. We all are.

I turn back toward her, once I’m certain she’s dressed, but keep my gaze down. The other three are talking in the bathroom, trying to understand why Flame broke our code. I already understand all too well.

There’s no denying that my cock throbs when I’m around her—even when I just think of her—but this raging pain and jealousy is foreign.

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