Page 56 of Aria's Desire

Pulling her head back, she gave him a look of disbelief. “What? Where?”

“We have been without you too long to feel like sharing. He lost the toss. So, I am first,” he explained, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Aria snorted wryly. That sounded like exactly something they’d do. “Where is he?”

“Pacing outside the doors,” he grinned then fell onto the bed with her under him, careful not to squish her. “No more talking. Moans only, though I will accept screams and pleading for more.”

To back up his statement, he took her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Chapter 29

True to Tirox’s word, there was no more talking. He stripped them quickly, his movements communicating his urgency, infecting her with it. Aria was already panting with arousal by the time he dove for her breasts, sucking one of her nipples between his dark red lips while rolling the other between his fingertips.

Aria buried her hands in his beaded hair to hold him in place, pressing her head back into the mattress on a sigh of pleasure, but Tirox was a man on a mission. He paid only cursory attention to her breasts before he was kissing and biting his way down her body, ignoring her grip on his hair. He chuckled lowly at her growl of protest and nipped the skin over her hip to shush her.

With a groan, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and immediately licked her from opening to clit, making her breath catch on a cry, then plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with the slick length.

He wrapped an arm around her hips, pinning her writhing body in place, and spread her folds open with his fingers, rubbing fast little circles over her clit with his thumb, his tongue still licking in and out of her.

He feasted on her, his touch sure and knowing, his movements that of a male who understood exactly how to pleasure his woman.

Tirox quickly, mercilessly, drove her to release, holding her lower body pinned so she couldn’t escape the pleasure. Only when she was limp and shaking did he stop.

Prying her eyes open when she felt him crawl up the bed, Aria saw him poised above her on hands and knees, his big body blocking out everything else, so all she could see was red skin, thick muscle, and golden eyes.

Face harsh with need, gilded irises swirling rapidly, he growled, “Show me, my little goddess. Show me your readiness.”

Knowing what he wanted, she drew her knees up and spread herself with her fingers so he could see how she glistened. He’d just had his tongue buried inside her. He knew she was wet. But he liked her to show him, and she liked to watch his features tighten with hunger at the sight of her dripping with need for him.

“Gods’ tears. You take my breath, my heart.” Lowering himself over her, he whispered roughly against her lips, “Never has there been a more perfect female.” His eyes shone with such love, such reverence and aching tenderness as he brushed her hair back off her face. “I adore you, my mate, myrwy’n la.”

Feeling her breath hitch at that look, feeling her chest tighten with those same emotions, Aria reached up and pulled him tighter against her, spreading her thighs around his hips, needing to feel him close.

“I love you, my demon. So damn much,” she breathed, her heart almost hurting with the intensity of her love for him.

It used to scare her, the ferocity of what she felt for her mates. It still did sometimes. She would watch worlds burn for them, would set the fires herself and stare as everything went up in ash. She would kill or die for them.

Tirox and Kix were hers, a part of her, as necessary as air or water. The knowledge that she needed them, truly needed them, that losing them would break her, was terrifying, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Tirox settled against her, holding himself up on his forearms, his back bowed so he could watch her face as he slowly pushed inside her, his pace unhurried as he stretched her with inch after inch of his thickness.

It felt endless, that slow push of his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Aria fought to keep her eyes from rolling back. She could feel every ridge, every rise and dip of the ropey muscles cording his shaft. She could feel the fine tremor in his body, telling her exactly how hard it was to maintain that gradual claim.

It was delicious torture, and she loved every second.

They were both breathing hard by the time they were joined completely. His groin was pressed tightly to hers, his second, smaller cock bowed upward against her mound. He filled every inch of her, his cock a heavy weight between her thighs, her walls stretched tight around his girth.

Aria moaned when he pulled back, echoed by his choked groan. When only the tip remained inside, he slammed home. Aria cried out, her breasts shaking with that hard plunge.

His dark hair slid over his shoulders, enclosing them in a curtain so all they could see was each other. The beads and gems decorating those silky, black locks clinked and clattered with every hard thrust, joining the sound of their bodies slapping together, her breathless moans, and his deep growls.

Within minutes, she could feel herself teetering on the brink, and knew he was just as close. “Do it,” she panted, her eyes locked on his.

Without breaking rhythm, he reached between their bodies and affixed his smaller cock to her clit. Her back bowed under his weight, her eyes widening as the impossibly soft, little mouth of that second cock pulled hard on her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves just as fiercely as he fucked her.

“Clench for me,” Tirox snarled, watching her face, his golden eyes blazing as he hammering into her faster.

Her body broke out with goosebumps as her walls fluttered warningly. “Oh, god. Tirox!”

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