Page 31 of Wrath

And then his words registered, and all of my lust was capsized by a tidal wave of ferocious anger and jealousy.

“Don’t even joke about that,” I bit out.

Both men chuckled.

“Someone’s feeling possessive,” Bash said in a singsong voice, giving his dick another squeeze.

I glared at him from my position over Ryland’s knee. “Am not.”

Smack.

Pain exploded on my ass cheek from the slap, and I gasped, arching my back.

Ryland smoothed his hand over the tender skin, his fingers once again fiddling with the edges of my lace panties.

“Don’t lie,” he warned in a rough voice.

“I wasn’t lying,” I snapped.

Smack. Smack.

I’d never been spanked before, and I thought I would be humiliated to have it done to me now. But I didn’t feel that way. How could I, when I could see the fire in Bash’s eyes, the gentle adoration in his half smirk? And intermixed with the pain was a lust so consuming that it threatened to drown me.

Drown inthem.

“Try again,” Ryland said.

I glared at nothing in particular before gritting out, “Okay. Maybe I’m a little possessive.”

Smack.

Softer this time.

“What?” I asked, incredulous.

“That was half a lie.” Bash smirked at me.

“Fuck you both.” I lifted myself up with my elbows just to give the cocky mage the middle finger. “Fine. Whatever. I’m extremely possessive of you all.”

Understatement of the century.

I would kill any woman or man who dared to take them from me.

“Good girl,” Ryland praised.

There was a ripping sound, and then my panties fluttered to the floor, cleaved in two. I opened my mouth to protest, but the words lodged in my throat when Ryland’s fingers expertly slid through my slick folds.

“How wet is she?” Bash asked, stroking himself slowly, almost indolently.

His half-mast eyes never strayed from my face.

“See for yourself.” Ryland pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and Bash stalked forward.

I followed his movements with my eyes, watching as he stopped in front of Ryland, who had his fingers in the air.

Was he really going to…?

My breath hitched, my heart rate picking up speed, when Bash grabbed Ryland’s wrist and brought his fingers to his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Ryland’s fingers before taking them deep, moaning low in his throat.

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