Page 181 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I’ve heard the term lust-drunk before, but I never thought I would ever experience it firsthand.

Cade pulled my legs up and literally growled when they fell open butterfly style, pushing my dress high over my hips.

“My God,” he rasped. His hands rested on my knee and slowly worked the flesh of my calves before slipping off my shoes. “If you taste as sweet as I remember, we’re both in for an angelic treat tonight.” He looked at me as if with awe and reverence.

“You’re beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here, with us.”

The deep, gravelly sound of his voice dragged across my libido. My mind locked onto the primal need it stirred inside, and all I could think about was right here, right now. Taking me in the middle of the club with only a curtain between us and the world, I didn’t care.

The mere thought made juices spill to wet Cade’s fingers when he tore away the strip of silk covering his view of my pussy.

I gasped, shocked by the sudden sound of cloth ripping and the sight of my panties being tossed over his shoulder.

I didn’t understand what exactly was happening at the moment. Cade and Jace? At the same time? To my utter mortification, I didn't fully care to have answers.

Heat didn’t only seep into my veins—it flooded them instantly, and the flickering flames of arousal that started down on the dance floor were now a full-fledged wildfire.

Jace thrust is tongue deeper, groaning into my mouth and Cade, oh, God! I cried out when Cade’s broad shoulders pinned my legs wide and he blew a hot breath over my sensitive flesh. He hauled my body to him, and Jace and I both moved in unison with literally no space between the three of us.

The rough brush of Cade’s stubble rubbed against the soft, bare folds of my pussy and clit. And just when I thought this night couldn’t get any more complicated, I came all over my ex’s face. He had me so worked up and in need with the slightest touch against my clit, and I creamed for him.

Problem was, I couldn’t tell if that made me easy or simply easy for them.

Legs spread open for Cade’s hunger and while kissing Jace, I headed toward my first orgasm by a man in a very very long time. It was embarrassing to think how long it had been.

It all seemed so...so...I broke our kiss. “What’s going on?” My head fell against Jace’s shoulder. “I don’t...Oh, Cade! What are you two doing to me?” I buried my fingers in his hair and let my eyes fall closed. Fingers dragged through her juices as he probed my tight hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Making up for lost time, baby. Enjoy,” Jace crooned.

My heels dug into the couch, and I pressed up.

Rough fingers slipped into the bodice of my dress and cupped the plush, soft skin of my breast. Cool air caressed over my hard nipple, and I arched into Jace’s hand. Neither of us could breathe. I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull away and walk away, though I knew it would be the right thing for me to do. Losing Cade last time almost broke me.

“We can’t be doing this. Why now?” I swallowed heavily, trying to gulp in as much air as I could before Jace reclaimed my mouth.

They didn’t give me any time to think, much less gather my scattered lust-filled thoughts.

Jace leaned forward, his hot mouth taking a hard peak between his lips and teeth. He bore down on my engorged nipples, shooting a spiked shot of pleasure and pain through me. I moaned and quivered.

“Yes,” I cried out on the razor’s edge of coming again. As much as I wanted their beautiful bulges feeding my pussy and mouth, they kept themselves from me.

“If you were ours, I’d want to see these pierced and carrying our gold.”

I issued a shaky breath at the dark, glittery dominance shining in his eyes and soaking his words.

Jace flexed a hand around my breasts, turning them pinker, more sensitive. I arched higher off the couch and found I craved the clamp of his hand around my breasts. Loved the feel of his rough fingers and slight burn.

“Jace,” I cried out. Right when I thought my nipples couldn't get any harder, he tightened his hold a fraction more, and I almost levitated off the couch with pleasure.

“Please! I need it. Your mouth, I need you,” I heard myself murmur over and over again.

A thick finger inched into my channel, and I rode Cade’s hand while Jace lavished my breasts with all of his attention. I cupped the back of their heads and held them both to me.

I had to be mad or possessed. Cade spread my wet lips and dove in, this time with an open-mouth kiss that nearly had me falling off the couch. I thrashed in their arms with wild abandon and when my orgasm hit, searing pleasure tore through me with a fire hotter than lightning.

Cade pushed to his knees between my legs, his face glistening with my arousal. His bulge drew my eye, and I nibbled on my lip.

Cade, never taking his gaze from mine, slipped a hand between my legs and dragged a finger through my juices. I watched as he brought it to his mouth and licked the tip clean of every drop of my cum.

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