Page 25 of Guardians

Her clit was so sensitive that his lightest touch was painful. She moaned helplessly and absorbed the intense sensations. His cock continued to plunder her throat as her body surrendered to his persistent touch.

The orgasm burst suddenly, taking her by surprise. She screamed around his cock and arched clear off the bed. Wave after powerful wave washed over her trembling body. She’d never felt anything like it. Pleasure and pain combined into adazzling storm of sensation. Her core spasmed and her toes curled as his fingertips cruelly prolonged her release.

When she lay limp and whimpering, he drew back until his cock rested on her tongue and then filled her mouth with hot seed. His taste exploded across her senses, triggering another wave of tingles. She latched on to his cock, instinctively sucking to drain the last few drops from his tip.

“Swallow,” he told her, and she obeyed.

Dazed from the intensity and her body’s odd reactions to Diego’s brand of pleasure, Lexie rolled to her side and curled into a ball when he finally freed her mouth. A harsh sob shuddered through her and then another. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. Her raw emotions simply demanded their own release.

The bed dipped and swayed then someone pulled her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms. She presumed it was Malik. Malik was the only one who gave a damn about her. Vision blurred by tears, she clung to the man holding her and sobbed against his chest. His hand stroked her hair as his body subtly rocked.

It took several minutes for her to regain her composure. She wiped her tears away on the back of her hand and sat up on her mate’s lap.

“Feeling better now?”

She gasped and looked up at Diego. He was the last person she’d expected to show her compassion. She nodded, still too emotional to speak.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised then eased her off his lap and crawled off the bed. After pulling on his pants, he walked outof the bedroom. He returned a few minutes later with a glass of burgundy liquid. “Drink this. It will help settle your nerves.”

“What is it?” She eyed the glass suspiciously.

“It’s callediolla.” He took a sip and then another. “It’s nothing harmful, I promise.”

She accepted the glass from his outstretched hand and took a tentative sip. Clearly fermented, the wine was slightly sweet with a tart aftertaste. It was unfamiliar but not unpleasant, like so much on this planet. She drank about half the glass and then said, “Thank you.”

“I know this is difficult for you, but it will get easier, start to feel more natural.”

The thought triggered more tears. “That’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t want that sort of thing to feel natural.”

“‘That sort of thing’?” His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a disapproving line. “Did I leave you wanting?”

“No, but?—”

“We are not human,” he cut her off. “You cannot judge us by human standards.”

“I’mstill human,” she shot back. Quickly setting the wineglass aside, she crawled off the bed.

“For now.” His dark gaze gleamed mysteriously, but he said nothing else.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, not caring that she was naked.

“All three of your mates are hybrids. Do you honestly think living with us will not change you?”

On the surface his words seemed to be a challenge, but she sensed a deeper meaning, something she didn’t quite understand. “Are you doing something to me? Changing me in some way?”

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I just did something to you two or three times.” He motioned across the room. “Now it’s Malik’s turn to do something to you.”

Like the baton in a relay race, she had just been handed off again. She shook her head at the thought and backed away from the bed.

Diego casually walked from the room, leaving her alone with Malik. Apparently, Kane had also lost interest in her as soon as he emptied his balls inside her. She was really starting to dislike her mates.

Malik sauntered across the room with the loose-limbed grace all three of them possessed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots. “Trust me, they haven’t lost interest. We realize you’re not used to being shared. They’re trying to make this easier on you.”

She was comforted by the fact for a millisecond and then she realized what he’d just done. “I didn’t say that out loud. You read my mind.”

“I’m mildly telepathic,” he corrected. “Clairvoyance, true mindreading, is a very different skill.”

“Whatever you call it, don’t do it again.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.

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