Page 32 of Master Vidar & Vali

I had to agree with Linc. She was in that stage of drunk where she had too much energy to pass out but not enough for the games we usually liked to play. I nodded and we both kicked off our shoes and joined her in bed, sliding up on either side of her.

I ran my hand down her flat belly and tickled the few curls at her opening. Linc ran his hand up her other side cupping her breast in his palm. He leaned down and took her ripe nipple in his mouth. It was tempting to do the same, but honestly, if I wasn’t going to get to feel her wrapped around me, I wanted to have the taste of her in my mouth.

I slid down, kissing every inch of skin between her belly button and the wet heat of her core. I rolled, spreading her legs to make room for me so I could get my first taste of her sweet honey. Her tiny whimpers were beautiful music as I gave tiny nips at her sensitive flesh.

Linc must have started working her harder because the whimpers changed to moans. I parted her slick lips, enjoying the sight of the engorged bundle of nerves. She was so ready for me to taste her essence. I flicked my tongue at her clit and she shamelessly ground her pelvis against my face.

I circled her hardened nub with my tongue and pressed flat against it.

“Ooh!” she cried out. Her legs quivered with the pleasure flowing through her. I slipped a finger inside of her while my tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Her hands gripped my hair. “Oh god. Yes!”

Her body tightened into a coil and shook with the intensity of what she was feeling. She screamed as the coiled tension sprang free and a huge orgasm ripped through her body. Her heels pounded the bed and I held her hips to keep myself inserted inside of her, tasting her honey as it flowed from her. There was something so right, so real in the action. I was hyperaware of her body, her scent, her pleasure… and I knew I never wanted that to go away.

When her body completely gave out and she sunk into the mattress, I knew it was time for sleep. My cock ached but our girl needed her rest. I pulled out from between her legs and grabbeda warm wet towel from the bathroom to clean her up, patting her dry afterward.

Linc lifted her and I pulled back the covers. He placed her back in the center and stripped out of his own clothes before he climbed in. I envied how casually he could do that. She rolled toward me with Linc tucked up to her backside.

“Don’t leave.”

I wanted to stay more than she could possibly imagine. I couldn’t sleep, but maybe I could enjoy being next to her for a while.

“I’ll stay as long as I can,” I promised as I pulled off my own clothes before I lay down next to her.

“Thank you.” Her words were a sweet, sleepy mumble.

I’d stay long enough to make sure she was in a deep sleep. Her warmth was like a balm against my jagged soul. She snuggled in close, resting her head on my chest. The scent of her shampoo, arousal, and the alcohol she’d drunk mixed into a strangely soothing perfume. Her breath was a hypnotic rhythm in the quiet room. I would need to get up soon. I needed to…

Chapter Thirteen

Zara

Had someone turned the heat up to ninety?

I was sweating and dizzy. My thoughts were jumbled as I tried to throw my blanket off, but it was too heavy. Water. How could I need a glass of water and have to pee at the same time? Ugh. Was it even morning?

I tried rolling in the opposite direction from my too-heavy blanket and came up against a wall of warm muscle. My mind cleared a bit and I realized I was sandwiched between the men. Both of them.

“I’ll stay as long as I can.”Colin’s words echoed in my head.

He’d stayed. My heart skipped a beat as the wonderful reality of that sunk in. Then my cheeks heated as I remembered all the things I’d babbled aloud. I blamed the copious amounts of alcohol for loosening my tongue and me spilling my guts about what I wanted. Did I regret any of it? No.

But I could wish I hadn’t been quite so desperate with my choice of words. I’d been shameless. Coming out naked and riding Colin’s face like it was my personal sex toy. I’d come andfallen asleep without even returning the favor. I groaned silently so as not to disturb them. I really didn’t know what set Colin off while he slept and didn’t want to take the chance that it was noise.

My thirst, the need to pee, and the heat of being tucked so close to their warm bodies was making it impossible to go back to sleep. Slowly, I inched my way down to the foot of the bed and silently slid off the end. Guess my sneaking skills were coming in handy for more than breaking in or out of places.

Would using the attached bathroom wake them? Probably. Not wanting to risk it, I grabbed my clothing from the night before off the floor. My new phone was in the pocket, but I wasn’t going to risk the noise plugging it into the charger would make. I headed downstairs, making a quick pit stop in the hall bathroom.

I needed a glass of water. There were many things about my temporary Hampton’s-style prison that I loved, and one of them was the kitchen. It was a perfect blend of old world meets new, complete with what I called a witch’s kitchen. The name butler’s pantry would probably be more accurate, but I didn’t care. Whatever the room was called, it was empty now, but the wooden counters had seen some action at some point.

I poured myself some filtered water and sat at the rustic bar gazing out at the night sky. Because the room faced the back of the house, where there was complete privacy, the blinds were open, allowing for a perfect view of the backyard.

Tonight was a thieving moon, or that was what my mother had called it. I knew it to be a new moon, one which provided a great deal of cover because barely any light emanated from it. Being out on nights like this was built into my psyche. It wasn’t long until I was slipping on my shoes and heading out the back door for some solitude. I was glad that we must have forgotten to set the alarm when people left last night because it meant Icould leave without the sound possibly waking someone. I would take a short walk to cool off and spend my energy before heading back to bed.

Flashbacks of last night kept replaying in my mind as I wandered through the adjacent woods. Even in my drunken state, I’d picked up on a change in both Colin and Linc when they’d returned home. Less standoffish and more open then I’d seen either of them before. Not that they hadn’t been nice, but every conversation had felt guarded. Was it because I was drunk or was it something else?

Under the cover of the veil of trees, the forest was dark and peaceful. It wasn’t the type of wild woods where one might meet a bear or cougar. Although it wasn’t cleared either, and I soon found myself stepping over large, gnarled roots in the ground exposed by the illumination of the flashlight on my phone.

It was beautiful and a sense of peace enveloped me. I’d imagined a home like this once, when I was little and before the harshness of reality had set in. Back when you're young enough to believe in your dreams.

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