Page 351 of Shadowblood Souls
“Yeah,” Zian says roughly. “Bring—bring her to the bed.”
I don’t put up an ounce of protest when Dominic and Andreas lift me between them. They set me on the edge of the tub, clamber out themselves, and then Jake is there behind me, scooping me up in his arms.
“My turn,” he says, blue fire dancing in his eyes.
I cup his jaw, remembering the uneasiness I saw in him when he caught me kissing Griffin and all the ways he’s still been trying to make up to me what I’ve already forgiven.
“I need you just as much,” I say quietly.
His arms tighten around me. He strides toward the bed, his head bowing to catch my mouth with his at the same time.
I could burn up in the feral demand of Jacob’s kiss. The electric shock of his hunger races all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
He lowers me onto the sheets we cleared and drags his lips away, staying by my shoulder. The dampness of my body seeps into the silky fabric.
Dominic and Andreas follow us, Dominic sitting at my other side and Andreas sinking down next to my knee. In the faint moonlight drifting through the windows, their eyes shine with intensity.
The water warbles as Zian heaves himself out too. He walks right past the stack of towels to stand by the foot of the bed, heedless of the rivulets trickling over his sculpted brawn.
I want to lick the droplets right off his burnished flesh. I rein in the urge but lift my gaze to his face.
“What would you do with me now?”
His hands flex at his sides as if he’s imagining his fingers trailing over me for real. He watches Dominic trace the band of my bra.
“Take it off of her, Dom,” he says hoarsely. “I want to really see her. You and Jake—touch her, kiss her there.”
I push upward a little so Dominic and Jacob can pull the sports bra up over my head together. I’ve barely leaned back into the sheets before Jake has lowered his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.
As I gasp, Dom takes a more gradual approach. He rolls the other peak between his thumb and forefinger and then slides one tentacle across it.
Each sucker that grazes my pebbled nipple gives it a firm squeeze. In a matter of seconds, I’m moaning at the flashes of delight.
Having Zian’s gaze on me feels like another caress in itself. Will it help him, seeing that he can call the shots and direct my pleasure without any disaster crashing down on us?
I hope he’s enjoying the moment at least half as much as I am.
My thighs have started rubbing together of their own accord in an instinctive attempt to relieve the ache between them. Andreas strokes his fingers up and down my leg.
“I think she needs more, Zee.”
A sound like a strangled groan escapes Zian. “Take the rest of her clothes off. And then—get her off, whatever will feel best for her—hands, mouth…”
As he trails off with another strained noise, Drey yanks my panties down. He teases his fingers over my clit and my drenched folds beneath.
My head pushes back into the pillow as a soft cry of longing breaks from my lips. The familiar burn of desire courses all through my body, my nerves and my shadows forming a chorus clamoring forMore, more, more.
Andreas massages my pussy until I’m rocking with his strokes, one hand twined in Jacob’s hair and the other clutching Dominic’s arm. When Drey delves two fingers right into my slit, a blissful shudder runs up my spine.
He plunges them in and out of my slickness a few times before holding the digits, gleaming with my arousal, back toward Zian in his taut pose. His own voice has gone ragged. “You can taste her.”
Zian freezes, but only for an instant. He hurtles the last couple of steps to the foot of the bed and bends in to accept Drey’s offering.
The sight of his tongue swiping over Andreas’s fingers, lapping me off the other guy, has my breath hitching to thepoint of panting. Zian gazes down at me with so much conflicted emotion in his expression my nerves crackle with it.
“Keep tasting her,” he says. “Right at the source. Until she comes.”
Andreas doesn’t miss a beat following that directive. He leans down and melds his mouth to my sex.
