Page 210 of Twisted Trails
Oh fuck.
The command in his voice sends a surge of heat through me, and my thighs press together on instinct, trying to contain the pulsing ache.
“Yes,sir,” I whisper breathlessly, already tugging at the hem of my shirt.
Luc laughs, and Mason traces every inch of skin I reveal, but Finn doesn’t even blink. His stare is locked on me, heavy with want and restraint, like he’s cataloging every detail that will haunt him later.
I peel my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, the cool air kissing my bare chest, nipples pebbling instantly, and I swear I can feel their eyes like soft touches.
Luc hums as if he’s just tasted something decadent. “Mon Dieu.”
Mason swallows hard. “Fuck, Alaina.”
I drag my sweatpants down, baring myself inch by inch. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and their gazes burn when they realize it.
Luc strips like he’s in no hurry, and he’s savoring the buildup, while Mason takes off his shirt without flourish, muscles flexing, a line of tension running down his back that I want to trace with my tongue. Finn’s eyes never leave mine as he strips down, freezing as he seems to forget what he was doing several times.
The only sound is the rustle of fabric and the sound of my own ragged breathing.
When they stand before me bare, hard, and breathtaking, my blood is a thunderstorm in my veins. Every part of me feels exposed, seen, and desired, and I want them to see.I want them to look.
The new scar on my hip is still red and very visible, but they have seen it, seenme, a hundred times by now.
And they want me anyway.
Mason’s hand flexes at his side, Luc’s cock twitches against his stomach, and Finn’s eyes darken, while his jaw clenches like he’s barely holding something back.
“You’re…” Mason’s voice breaks off, and he swallows hard before he continues, voice rough, “… so goddamn beautiful, Bambi.” He moves toward me and skims his hands over my sides. “You ready? We need to prep first.”
“Yeah,” Finn says, stepping closer to me. “In two minutes.”
I barely get the chance to gasp before he pounces, grabbing me under the thighs and lifting. My breath catches in my throat as he drags my legs up over his shoulders, settling between them like he was born to worship there.
“Finn—” I gasp, but it’s already too late.
His mouth is on me, tongue parting me with hunger and a kind of reverence that makes my vision blur. I arch off the mattress, fingers flying to his hair as he licks a broad, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit and hums like I taste better than anything he’s ever known.
“F-fuck.” I pant, but the words dissolve into a moan when his lips wrap around my clit and give it a hard, toe-curling suck.
“Oh, this is happening, huh?” Luc whistles low. “You don’t have a claim on eating her out because you won last time,Papi.”
“We should stop the time again,” Mason mutters, but I barely hear them.
Finn’s arms are wrapped under my thighs, holding me steady and locking me in place as he devours me like he’s starving, and this is the only meal he’s ever wanted. His tongue flicks, circles, and presses, and my hips writhe against his face, chasing every jolt of pleasure.
Then he adds a finger, curling perfectly against that sweet spot inside me, then another. His rhythm is fast, tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem, wringing gasps and broken moans from me like they’re his favorite song.
My spine arches, and I dig my heels into his back, helpless against the pleasure crashing through me. “Finn… fuck,Finn!”
My climax hits like a fucking freight train.
My whole body seizes, a loud, desperate cry tearing from my throat as I shatter, trembling hard around his face and fingers, my breath snagging in my chest.
Finn doesn’t let up until the last tremor leaves me boneless. Then, with a smug little hum, he pulls back just enough to wipe his mouth clean on the inside of my thigh, pressing a kiss there before glancing over his shoulder with a grin.
Luc bursts into laughter. “I hate you.”
Finn flips him off, then kisses the same spot again. “Time check?”
