Page 85 of Enticing Monsters

I whimper against Tristan’s mouth as Kian alternates between prodding at my lips with his tongue and nipping at my engorged clit. One of his fingers slides through my folds.

I break away from Tristan to catch my breath.

“Oh god!” I cry, my focus entirely on the head buried between my legs.

The throbbing need in my core grows hotter and hotter by the second.

Tristan cups both of my breasts and begins to twist my nipples in a way that borders on pain. That, combined with Kian’s sinful mouth, sends me careening towards the edge.

My body lights up brighter than the Vegas strip as I explode, my pussy convulsing, my hips thrusting upwards. Kian laps at my slit through it all.

And when he lifts his head, his cheeks flushed and his mouth sparkling with the evidence of my arousal, I know that I want him.

I want him in a way that’s pure and unencumbered.

I want him in a way that’s gentle and loving.

I want him in a way that seems to defy logic.

I want him in a way I imagine he’s never been wanted before.

I eagerly reach for him, and he comes willingly. There’s nothing timid or unsure about this kiss. I feel wholly and completely consumed. By him, by my feelings for him, by the lust saturating the air between us.

“I want you,” I whisper against his lips, and he freezes above me.

At first, I worry I pushed him too far, too soon, but when I glance into his eyes, I see a spark of hope so potent that my breath catches.

”Are you sure?” He reverently brushes at a loose strand of pink hair, tucking it behind my ear.

“Yes.”

I’m belatedly aware of Tristan sliding himself out from underneath me. He moves so he’s now standing, his cock straining against the fabric of his borrowed pants. I stare at him in surprise, and he offers me a soft smile.

“You can stay,” I begin softly, and Kian nods his agreement.

“I think this is something you two should do on your own.” Tristan leans over me to kiss my forehead. “We’ll have our time, but it’s not today.”

Kian’s eyes glimmer with suppressed emotion. “Thank you, brother.”

Tristan looks as if he wants to say something but simply smiles and ducks out of the room. The door closes with a soft click behind him.

I run the tips of my fingers across Kian’s smooth-shaven jaw. “He loves you. You know that, right?” I whisper.

“He loves you too,” Kian says, and my heart squeezes. “He didn’t leave because he didn’t want you. He left because?—”

“I know.”

Tristan was giving us this moment.

Kian ducks his head until his lips are a breath away from my own. Anticipation flushes my skin.

“He’s not the only one who loves you, angel.” He brushes his lips against mine. Once. Twice. Three times.

“I love you so much, Kian.” Tears prick my eyes.

Kian’s answering smile is dazzling. “You’re my horizon. Nothing exists beyond you for me.”

And then he kisses me, and I swear he’s trying to steal my soul with each swirl of his tongue. I want to tell him there’s no need for that. He already owns it.

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