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He pulls my panties down and tosses them off the side of the bed, then he buries his face between my legs. A groan vibrates against my sensitive folds, and I melt into the feel of his hot tongue sweeping between my lower lips. I bury my hands into his hair, and his mouth clamps onto my clit.
I arch and pant, falling back onto the bed. Regan growls and pushes his lips harder against me. His tongue twirls slowly, and his soft bite tugs on me as he continues to pull and suck on my clit with gentle strokes of his tongue. He drags it across the sensitive flesh while sucking all of me into his mouth.
“Oh fuck . . . Regan . . . stop . . . please,” I hear myself whisper hoarsely, holding onto his head to keep him where I want him. Regan laughs against me and pushes his finger deep inside of me. I cry out at the intrusion and feel my inner walls contract around him.
When I feel fingers scraping my neck, I’m acutely aware it’s Zeke, and I growl. They had their chance to leave, and though Lyon has suddenly disappeared, Zeke remains. “Where did Lyon go?” I murmur, lifting my head and looking for him and Shadow.
“Maybe I am not the only glutton, Zirah. It seems you want all of us,” Zeke chuckles, and I growl at him.
“No, I am just shocked he left when you haven’t,” I sneer at him.
“Lyon’s got a moral compass. Doesn’t want to use the mate bond to his advantage. Me? I have no such reservations.”
Well, he’ll get a mad case of blue balls because I am not giving him anything. Zeke sweeps my hair over one shoulder and trails his lips down my neck. He grips my shirt, pulling it off over my head. My nipples pebble as the air sweeps over my bare skin, and he cups my breasts, squeezing them. I groan, feeling his hands on me while Regan’s tongue moves relentlessly. “I’m not sleeping with you,” I snarl at Zeke.
“Never said you had to,” he purrs, his hand going to my throat. He pulls me up and slips behind me, tugging my body from Regan in the process. Regan growls at him. “Chill bro, I am not stealing her,” Zeke murmurs. “I’m just making her more comfortable.”
“In your hands? Not likely,” I scoff as he pulls me between his legs. He tilts my head back, his lips grazing mine. “You’d be surprised, Zirah. Maybe my hands are the safest to be in. Perhaps I am not the monster, maybe the real one has his face buried between your thighs,” he murmurs before kissing me.
I squirm, fighting to breathe under him. However, Regan quickly cuts off any thoughts I might have had when he plunges his tongue inside me. I gasp, pulling my lips away and peering down to find Regan’s dark eyes watching me.
Chapter Ten
The air suddenly thickens as I set my eyes upon Zirah’s voluptuous curves—exposed for my pleasure. Her glistening tan skin is flushed with arousal, and her breath comes in short, shallow pants. Her runes grow brighter the more aroused she becomes, glowing and flashing before my eyes. It makes me wonder what would happen if she were ravished by all of us.
Regan feverishly tastes her, licking between her thighs in a frenzy as I fondle her delicate breasts, feeling each quiver as passion courses through her body. There is an undeniable thrill of being a voyeur to their carnal encounter, yet the sight only seems to stoke the fire inside me even more. An insatiable hunger to own her takes over my every thought.
She lies before us so willingly, oblivious that Regan and I are two sides of the same coin, both hungry beasts, but only one can claim dominance. Yet even I am not foolish enough to challenge my brother directly, not while he is in this state. Wrath and lust, those two things tend to go hand in hand with him. She is sin, desire, and every other naughty little inkling or dirty thought that comes to mind. Challenging him now for control over her would kill us both when he kills me.
I smile hungrily, knowing I have the key to what she needs. “Fuck,” I purr as Regan’s tongue drags harder over her clit. She whines and pants, grasping his head to bring him closer. Her body quivers, and I decide to test her just a bit further.
My eyes meet Regan’s, and with a subtle nod, he knows I won’t stay away, or maybe it’s because he doesn’t want me to spill his secrets. A primal growl erupts from deep within as Regan licks over and over in erratic strokes, leaving no part unexplored. He sits back on his knees and pulls his finger from her, watching intently as he plunges it back inside. Without a thought, he pushes another finger inside of her. Her soft moans of pleasure only drive my hunger even more as I lean down and capture her lips. She kisses me back, almost blindly, and my lips travel down her jaw to her neck as her heated skin sears my lips.
I massage her breasts, pinching gently, then rolling each luscious nipple between my fingers. Her breath catches in her throat in anticipation as she twists in my lap. Her hips move against Regan’s hand while he continues to drive deeper into her core. As his mouth covers her pink pussy once more, I pull at her nipples gently, sending a pulsing shudder through her body. Her skin grows so hot that I can feel the scorching heat through my clothes.
In one swift motion, Zirah unravels into her release against Regan’s hungry mouth, and I pull away. My gaze is on her face as her lips part, and she cries out. Our eyes lock solidly until the last shudder runs through her body, and I lean down, claiming her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I kinda feel used, but her pleasurable moans are addictive as I swallow them.
I chuckle against her lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth, but she rolls off my lap and collapses onto the bed in complete satisfaction, leaving a fire inside me that is not easily extinguished.
Chapter Eleven
Ecstasy rolls through my body, leaving me shaking from the spent energy. My heart pounds like a drum as I struggle to regain my breath. Shivers course up my spine, causing the fine hairs on the back of my neck to prickle.
I can’t quite put my finger on what to make of Regan and Zeke. Until now, Regan has shown me a glimpse beneath his callous exterior, even if only briefly, but with Zeke’s guard down and the same dark gleam in their eyes, it’s hard to separate the two. Regan’s fingers stroke his length gently, his lips still damp from my release, I find an odd sense of assurance. I can feel their desire burning, just like the flames in the fireplace.
Zeke moves from beside me, and I stare up at the ceiling, ready for a nap before the sun comes up soon. Though as Zeke changes positions to hover over me, it’s clear that they have other plans.
“Done already?” Zeke teases, his warm hand idly tracing the length of my thigh.
“What do you mean?” Still gasping for breath, I shift closer to Regan, gently squeezing his hand. He leans over and brushes his lips against mine with soft affection.
“You taste like chocolate still.” He chuckles and kisses my lips once more before trailing his mouth down my cheek, nipping playfully at my earlobe.
A sweet tingling sensation coils inside me, spreading through every part of my body like the rich chocolate frosting of the cupcake I indulged in earlier.
Zeke’s soft chuckle rumbles against me. “So many tastes, so many flavors, yet all so delicious,” he murmurs into my ear, sparing a glance toward Regan before pulling back to meet my gaze.
Regan, who remains between my legs, suddenly moves as he trails kisses up one side of my body.
