Page 421 of Shadowblood Souls
“I know. I know, and I love you too, so much. You don’t need to prove anything to me.”
Jake grabs me in another kiss, so scorching it sends tingles all the way to my toes. Then he glances over my shoulder at Griffin. “Thank you.”
His gaze drops to meet mine again, and I’d swear I can see that forest fire flickering in the back of his sky-blue eyes. “What do you want, Wildcat? Ask, and you’ve got it.”
I wet my lips, the depth of my longing momentarily drowning my words. “Take me as hard as you can—so hard it could almost break us free.”
A startled chuckle tumbles from his lips, and then they’re crashing into mine.
Jacob wrenches at my shirt, releasing me from his kiss only long enough to yank it over my head. The force of his eagerness is so thrilling I’m not even distracted by the sleeve’s momentary snag on one of my manacles.
Jake reaches for my pants next. Griffin hooks his fingers around the waistband to help his twin tug them down my legs.
As Griffin dapples kisses across my shoulder blades, the strange sensation rises up inside me that this coming together isn’t just about me being with each of them but a conversation between the brothers as well. A negotiation or a peace-making or I don’t know what else.
And I’m okay with that. I want both of them, and I want them to recover all of the understanding they once had that the guardians ripped to pieces.
I manage to peel Jacob’s tee off his sculpted chest, and then he’s pulling back on the bed, dragging me with him to the edge. Somehow he manages to fling aside my panties and drop his pants in the same string of motion.
Standing next to the bed, he hefts me up by my ass. My legs brace against his chest, my heels just below his shoulders.
He rubs the head of his cock over my slick folds with one hand while the other digs into my ass. “I’d fuck you to the ends of the earth,” he rasps, “and keep going right over the edge.”
Through the rush of giddy anticipation, all I can manage is a mewling of encouragement. My fingers clamp around his wrist just below his manacle, and he tightens his grip on my ass.
Jacob plunges into me so swift and hard he’s fully sheathed in the space of a heartbeat. I clamp my teeth against a cry that would have rung right through the villa. Pleasure sears through my body as if he’s passed the flames burning inside him into me.
He stops just for a second, and my pulse stutters with the thought that he might shy away from my request after all. But then Griffin kneels by my shoulder, stroking my hair back from my face and flicking his thumb over the peak of my breast.
“She wants more,” he tells his brother. “Just like that. She’s loving it.”
When I first cuddled up to him tonight, I thought I might mark him and be marked in turn like I already have with Jacob. A twinge of guilt filters through the roar of bliss.
But as Jacob growls and drives into me, harder and faster with every stroke, my head tips back with the rising waves of furious ecstasy. I glimpse Griffin’s face over me as he offers his own brand of worship.
He’s smiling, bright with joy and maybe a little relief. And I can feel, almost as if I’ve borrowed his talent for an instant, that this is how he’d want our interlude to be.
Seeing his brother and me forge our own understanding with each other makes him happier than any collision between his body and mine could have.
Having me to himself isn’t enough for Jacob, though. He slams into me again and again, massaging my ass, gripping my knee, and watches my free hand drift to caress his brother’s arm.
“Can you take him too?” he says between grunts of exertion. “Can you bring Griffin with us?”
It’s a challenge I can’t resist as soon as it’s out in the air. My fingers curl into the fabric of the boxers Griffin was sleeping in, and I urge him closer.
Griffin might not have been looking for more attention, but it’s not as if he’s unaffected. His chest hitches as my hand curls around his straining erection.
I rock with Jacob’s thrusts and delve my fingers right inside Griffin’s boxers to pump him at the same time. Griffin lets out a choked groan and bows over to kiss me nearly as hard as his brother did before.
As if in reward, a new pressure flows over my body. Jacob’s invisible touch, propelled by the powers I can’t see like extra hands exploring every inch of me.
His talent coils around my breasts to clamp on my nipples and tangles in my hair to tug it from my scalp with pinpricks of painful delight. He lowers one actual hand to pulse his thumb against my clit as fiercely as he’s pounding into me.
I whimper and nudge Griffin a little farther back. Then I lean over to muffle a sharper cry around his cock.
My tongue laps around the head, and Griffin jerks into my hold, his breath fragmenting.
“Fucking hell, Moonbeam,” he mutters, need fragmenting his voice. “That feels so fucking good.”
