Page 98 of Wings of Ashes
She cleared her throat and peered around Thierry’s shoulder to see an empty doorway. “Is Ryker okay?” she asked. Where had he gone?
“He’s fine.” Bael waved off her concern. “Massive erection, but he’ll be running that off in the woods tonight.”
Mouth springing open, Nix gawked again. “What?”
“You see, you rubbing that sweet, naughty pussy in my shower filled the whole house with the scent of your…excitement.” Bael’s sexy smirk sparked a new dose of lust to pump through Nix’s already revved-up body. “Ryker breathed too much of it in, became a horny dragon, and had to fly away for a bit.”
Nix struggled to know what to say to that. A droplet of water fell from her hair and trailed down her chest, landing between her cleavage.
“Which brings me to my next statement,” Bael said, flicking his gaze down her thin red towel. “You were supposed to be gettingcleanin here.”
Nix pushed a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. “Uh…”
Bael pushed off the counter and strode to stand right in front of her. An inch from her face, he rasped, “But all I see is a dirty, dirty girl who tried to come without permission.”
Every particle of oxygen shot out of Nix’s lungs.
“This ismyshower that you touched yourself in,” Bael reminded her. “You are a guest, and you treat my home like your own personal pleasure fest?Withoutinviting the host?”
Nix licked her lips and sputtered out, “I—I couldn’t help it.”
His dark eyebrows arched. “Oh? You got so wet and horny, that you ‘couldn’t help’ but touch your pussy?”
Bael’s warm, long fingers wrapped around her wrists and raised her hands up to his face. His pupils grew into big black spheres, eating up the red of his irises, as he lifted her right hand. “This one,” he said.
Thierry stepped up to stand beside Bael. Both of them crowded her in with their height and broad builds.So big and intoxicating.
Bael handed Thierry the wrist of Nix’s right hand and dropped the left. Thierry’s grip on her tender wrist shot little warm flames coursing through her. His thumb stroked back and forth over her pulse point at the base of her inner wrist.
“You touched yourself, in my shower, without permission,” Bael whispered into her ear as he slinked behind her. “And you used Ryker’s fucking soap instead of mine.” He nipped her earlobe. “Bad, bad girl.”
The men sandwiched her from front to back, lowering their faces closer to her hair and cheek. Their scents intermingled to form a sensual chocolate forest fragrance. Decadent adventure. Wild luxury.
“You were supposed to be getting clean, but this hand got dirty, didn’t it?” Bael purred onto the side of her neck as his chiseled chest pressed to her back. “Now, your professor is going to have to clean it.”
Thierry’s gaze scorched her as he raised her fingers to his magnetic mouth. He licked his lips and stated, “Which fingers did you use, Miss Oadess?”
Lightheaded from the sudden invisible frying pan of lust that slammed into her, she sputtered out a few unintelligible sounds.
He bent his head and dragged his slick, fleshy tongue over her index finger.Oh.
She gasped and clenched her trembling thighs together at the hot, coarse texture of his tongue. Though he tasted her finger, she felt the stroke right between her legs.
“Mmm, this one was definitely inside her,” Thierry hummed. “Tastes…delicious.”
“What about a second finger?” Bael asked in his mesmerizing, seductive voice as he planted an entrancing kiss onto the back of her neck. “Did she have a second finger inside her, or is her pussy too tight to fit another?”
Thierry guided another finger inside his mouth, not stopping until he captured the length of it. He swirled his tongue around her, flicking and curling and tasting traces of her wetness.
Did all gargoyle shifters have such coarse tongues? Gods, the rough texture, slickened with his saliva, left a trail of tantalizing sensations as he slowly withdrew her finger, sucking and releasing the digit from his sinful lips with a wet popping sound and a soft nip.
Would his bumpy, textured tongue feel like that between her legs, rubbing over her clit? Like spongey, soft sandpaper? She yearned to know.
“Two fingers, confirmed,” Thierry growled and nipped at her thumb. He tilted her palm over his nose and paused over the heel of her hand. “And she rubbed her clit against her scaphoid and lunate.”
Bael stopped kissing Nix’s neck, snorted against her hair, and asked Thierry, “Playing doctor with you would be annoyingly anatomically correct, huh?”
Her sexy professor kissed the base of her wrist. “She grinded her sweet clit right over the heel of her palm.” Thierry licked and nipped at the tender flesh there.
