Page 44 of Second Shooter

“Then, I believe it would be good to avoid your back.” He lifted her left hand, Atil knelt, and Draven lifted her right hand.

She smiled. “Thank you.” She relaxed and focused on keeping relaxed as her sense of smell woke, and she could smell pine and birch and walnut trees. Atil bit the curve of her waist, and the inside of each wrist burned with the bites.

Win felt the links forming, and she looked down at Atil and met his gaze. His eyes were glazed, and she could feel pleasure and satisfaction spilling through him and now through the link. Wellyn came to her second; the urgency spilled through him, and Draven was having a religious experience. His mercury gaze took her in, and he grinned around her wrist.

Her heartbeat began to speed up, and as they released their bites, she retained her sense of smell.

When they started to lick, her pulse got heavy. She could feel it in her chest, her arms, and even her toes. Win could vaguely remember the feeling. She inhaled again, and it got stronger.

Atil gripped her hips while he licked the curve of her waist next to the red sun on her belly.

The others licked the bites on her wrists, sealing their venom into her body.

She shivered and looked from one of them to another. They were in her mind right now, and they all were blazing with lust, but they were taking care and moving slowly. Moreover, they were all dressed. That relaxed her a bit.

Atil looked up. “Are you willing to complete the bonding?”

She looked around. “One at a time, but the others can tend their marks.”

“Which of us first?”

“Well, since it’s your house, why not start with you?”

He grinned, and his fangs flashed bright white against his skin. He got to his feet and then bowed. “You honour me.”

“If that’s what you want to call it. We can call it an honour, but I call it hard work. If you are looking to find an orgasm in me, it has been a while.”

Atil smiled. “If I can’t find one, I will put one there. Trust me?”

She inhaled the scent of pine. “Sure. The clothes are already off.”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit.” He kissed her.

Win leaned into him and freed her wrists from the others. She stroked his neck, cheek, and jaw. When her fingers trailed down his neck, his shirt was gone.

She smiled against his mouth. “Nice trick.”

“I am sure you have many of your own that we will see in time.”

“If you ask nicely.” There was chuckling behind her, but the guys sounded breathy.

His erection pressed against her, and she wrapped her hand around him, eliciting a groan. He pried her hand away and lifted her, settling her at the edge of the bed so he could drop to his knees. He lifted her hips to his mouth and leaned forward, licking slowly and then with more ferocity.

Win tried to hold herself up on her arms, but she just wanted to see what her body was going to do. It felt warm, and the warmth turned to heat as Atil took his time, moving his tongue slowly, and when he gripped her thighs and found her clit, her body seemed to understand what he was after.

The first bit of slick made her blush, but he kept going, and her body got hotter, and staying still became impossible.

She clutched at the bedding to either side of her hips, and Atil cupped her butt and lifted her higher. She whimpered andshifted her grip again as she didn’t want him to stop, but a hand gripped hers, and another gripped hers on the other side. They provided the anchor she needed as her arousal continued to mount while the hot flick of his tongue against her clit drove her higher. When he slid his fingers into her, she gasped, and a high whine came out of her as her body clutched at him and her clit throbbed. He kept her in that position until her sounds changed, and then he eased his fingers out and pressed a kiss to the top of her sex.

Atil stroked her thighs, and she struggled to sit up. Hands helped her. She was still gasping and twitching.

“That was lovely to watch.” Atil smiled. “It was even more wonderful to have caused it.”

She was being supported on either side by her black-and-white bookends. She let out a throaty, “No comment.”

He grinned and licked his lips and then his fingers. She turned pink and saw the colour reach all the way to her navel.

She whispered, “That is exceedingly odd.”

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