Page 76 of Immortal Sins
When he takes Cole’s length in his rogue mouth, my chest cramps with lust and need. The sight is so sensual, so risky, so destructive of all the acceptable, proper sexual behaviour that branded my conservative human upbringing that I can’t help but stifle a moan with the back of my hand.
Cole desperately reaches for me and steals my breath with his kiss.
Flynn cups my ass with one hand and squeezes hard.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I shake as I draw back to breathe, entranced by the sight of Flynn’s tongue running along the ridges of my husband’s erection. His blond head bobs up and down, his cheeks hollowed out. I kick off my ruby heels, tempted to join him on my knees.
Cole grips Flynn’s hair. “Enough. If we neglect her any longer, she will spontaneously combust.”
Flynn plants a hot kiss on my hip bone, and I shudder as he stands up. Their tall frames cage me in. My breath stutters. They exchange mischievous, cruel gazes and turn me in their arms.
I’m back to that first day at school where I saw them for the first time. An angel Fae and a devil prince. A most primal part of me always desired to be worshipped by them both.
Flynn devours my neck, his chest flush against my back. My knees wobble, but he snakes an arm around my midriff to hold me upright as Cole drags one hand up my thighs. He strokes the tight bundle of nerves between my legs before sinking two fingers inside me.
“You’re ridiculously wet, Fire Girl.” Cole glowers, like he intends to punish me for liking another man’s touch.
Flynn sneaks a hand between my legs to check his friend’s claim and squeezes me tighter.
The prince chuckles. “And you… You’re dying to be inside her.”
“Yes.” Flynn begs, the sound both hot and disarming.
The boys share a quick, almost violent kiss, and guide me closer to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” Cole commands me.
“Don’t order me around.” I lick my lips but obey anyway, and a hot thrill spirals in my bones. The duvet is cool and fresh under my palms.
Cole snuggles in next to me and kisses my jaw.
A thin sheen of sweat glistens on Flynn’s chest as he discards his pants.
Cole grips my right thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I let my gaze slip from Flynn’s face to his tattoos and down his sculpted body to his cock. It’s not as thick as Cole’s, but long and smooth. A blazing heat tears through my gut.
Flynn crawls over me, and the length of him bumps my inner thigh. I bite my lips as he sheathes himself deep inside me in one long stroke, and there’s no pretending it’s not the most wild and decadent moment of my life.
A dark glint flashes in the prince’s eyes, and his jaw clenches as though he’s about to wrestle Flynn off me and take his place. Jealousy mixes with arousal on his face, his brow bent, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his eyes full of envy and need.
After a few seconds, the cramped fist on my thigh loosens. Cole strokes my belly. “Squeeze him tight.” His hand slides down to caress me, and my hips buck. Red lines of fire swirl at the surface of my skin.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Flynn imposes a slow grind that totally disarms me.
Cole teases my breasts. “She loves to play with fire.”
“She’s perfect.”
“She’s mine,” Cole barks, an edge of greed to his voice even though he’s clearly more than turned on by the sight in front of him. He swallows my frustrated moan with a kiss.
It’s too much, and I come hard with Cole’s tongue deep in my mouth, and Flynn’s cock snug inside me, my walls clenching desperately around him.
He gasps. “I’m not going to last long.”
“I’m ready for her.” Cole guides my hand to his erection, the tip wet from his arousal—and the insides of Flynn’s mouth.
