Page 92 of Nest Of Lies

He growls. “Now, we’re good.” He stands up and drags me to the edge of the bed. “Kneel there.”

I climb up on the bed and kneel on the edge. Ianto pulls my hips down, impaling me again.

I whimper, but it feels so good. Exactly what I need.

Ianto holds me still, not moving as Mills pulls out of Valen and flops on the side of the bed. He flicks the leather cuff undone while Ranger undoes the other one.

Zaden moves in, grabbing Valen’s legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He pushes in slowly.

“Valen?”

“Yes, Zaden?” Valen says weakly.

“Anything to say?”

“I’m not sorry!” Valen grits out. “I won’t be sorry.”

Zaden is still, and then he pulls out. Ianto holds me still so I can watch.

“Wrong answer,” Zaden hisses. “Hey, Lia, do you want to see me knot your alpha?”

My wide eyes find Zaden’s. He grins at me, wild and feral, and, yes, I want to see that.

Ianto pulls out and slams into me at the exact same time as Zaden slams into Valen.

I scream in sympathy with Valen’s howl.

But then I’m too busy trying to hang on while Ianto smashes into me, over and over. I’ve never felt anything like it. He dominates me; Ianto owns me. He reaches in and touches all the pleasure spots that I didn’t know I have, and he strums me like a damn guitar.

I curl my fingers into the bedspread and grind back against him.

“Do you think Valen is sorry?” Ianto growls. “Do you think he regrets it?”

I yelp as he grips my breast and squeezes it.

“Yes. He’s sorry!” I howl.

Iantoslams his mouth down over my shoulder and bites. I careen into a soul-shattering release. Ianto growls and slams into me again and again, and finally, jerks against me, going still.

I’m still sobbing for air as I lift my head and watch Zaden savagely bite Valen’s shoulder. Zaden has his hand wrapped around Valen’s cock and is stroking it faster and faster.

The two come at the same time, and it’s beautiful. Ianto pulls out of me and steps back, I flop, almost falling, but Ranger is there, picking me up and dragging me up on the bed.

He kisses me everywhere, crawling up my body and sliding inside me with a groan. I stare up into his eyes as he moves slowly, softly, into me.

His expression is open, raw, and vulnerable.

This is a different experience. Something new. He cups my cheeks and touches his lips to mine so softly, and when his fingers run down my body, he’s not trying to own me but to know me.

“Ranger,” I pant.

That familiar heat rises, turning into something so deep, so intense. He starts moving deeper, faster. I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips to meet his. My arms hold him close, I breathe his air, our lips lock, and there is nothing between us.

I’ve never felt so close to a person before.

But the desire surpasses all of that, and that’s when our sensual dance turns into an inferno.

He growls into my mouth and thrusts harder, faster. Over and over. We’re perfectly matched, perfectly paced. Where he leads, I follow, and he’s leading us into a pleasure that threatens to shatter me.

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