Page 20 of Doubly Bound

Yes, please.

Sage loved the feeling of being caged in by both aggressive males. Normally, the men who seemed attracted to her turned out to be a little too whiny to suit her. Instinctively, she knew these men were different. They were not pushovers at all.

The sting of teeth had her gasping. That bite of pain sent a flood of moisture into her panties. She turned to catch Landry’s pale, glowing eyes in the dim elevator. A shiver of awareness raced through her.

What was that?

The elevator stopped, and she had no time to think with Callan tugging her forward.

“Which suite, lass?” He grunted.

“This one,” she moaned the words as his hand crept up her pink blouse to cup her breast in its silk encasing.

They stumbled inside, hands touching, bodies writhing, and lips meeting. She’d never been so overcome by raw emotion like this. Desire was fun. Arousal, sometimes annoying and inconvenient. Either way, it was never like this.

This was something else. Almost profound. These men touched her with something akin to reverence. Her clit throbbed in time with Callan’s gentle pulls and tugs on her nipples, and she wanted more. Fuck yes, she wanted.

Her heart squeezed inside her chest. Pulse racing, her mind ran with a thousand probabilities. Numbers had been her only refuge as an awkward, responsible child. As an adult, she’d learned to make them hers, to master and interpret the numbers.

But what about now?

How would that serve her?

There was no question that she would sleep with these two men. Her body seemed to call out for their touch. She needed them to fill her, to make her scream and moan as she knew only they could.

But how did she know that?

Her eyes opened to see Callan kneeling before her. The man was so big, even on his knees, he was level with her breasts. Through the fabric that covered her, he closed his mouth over the hardened nub and suckled her. Sage gasped at the pure ecstasy even that innocent touch gave her.

Want, need, desire so strong it hurt, pulsed inside her like a heartbeat all its own. She cradled him to her as Landry’s hands caressed her back, ass, belly, and thighs. She wanted him there so damn bad. Wanted him to kiss her, touch her, see her.

How could she feel such emotion for men she hardly knew?

This wasn’t like her at all. But for once in her life, Sage would not think it to death. As Landry dropped to his knees behind her, Callan rose and captured her lips in an all-consuming kiss. The blond giant’s hands teased her belly before lowering to peel the tight jeans she wore from her body.

Callan gripped her hair, forcing her attention back to him. He tugged her face exactly where he wanted it. Dominance and command laced his every move. She was more than happy to give him free rein over her needy body. It shouldn’t have made her panties wet, but holy shit, it did. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, staking his claim, kissing her with a desperation that left her completely breathless. She was deaf, dumb, and blind to all except for the smoky, spicy scent of him and the feel of his friend gently exploring between her legs.

“Aye, lass, breathe me,” he growled against her mouth.

Fuck yeah, she would. She moaned into his kiss as Landry’s lips nibbled her thighs. He pushed them apart, licking her cloth covered pussy all the way up the strand of fabric that covered her crack. Hands on the tiny bit of elastic, Sage heard the moment the material snapped under his grip. Thrills of excitement shot straight to her clit, need pulsed through her veins.

“Aye, she liked that, Landry. Tell me, how does our little lass taste?”

“Callan, you have to try this,” growled Landry. Sage whimpered at his tone. “Her pussy is so sweet, so wet. She is so ready to be fucked.”

“Are you, lass?” Callan tugged on her nipples, pinching them, and making her moan aloud while Landry went back to licking her sex.

“Yes, oh yes,” she said.

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