Page 187 of Obsidian and Frost
I sucked in a breath and let their intensity roll over me in a good way, not an intimidating way. Because from the smiles on their faces and then even Lazriel winking at me, it was clear they wanted me to be a part of it with them, to be at ease as I became so as well.
And then my breath caught in my throat as Velra pulled her wrap top over her head and tossed it aside, baring a very alluring lacy black bra beneath, the way it cradled her beautiful breasts such a visual masterpiece.
She chuckled at my awed reaction, then shimmied out of her skirt and boots, revealing more black lace.
I decided in that moment that I very much relished that fabric on her.
She came to me and grasped my belt, then brushed her lips over my chest, kissing then licking all over my skin, setting it on fire, and making me groan for her.
“You are exquisite… your beauty, your heart, your touch…” I breathed.
She smiled against my skin and then she unbuckled my belt.
I watched with rapt attention as she popped my fly and drew down my zipper.
And then she dropped to her knees right before me.
I tensed.
As she reached out to ease my hardness from the confines of my jeans, I snatched her wrist.
“No.”
“No?”
I lifted her back to her feet with my hold on her. “Not like this,little shadow.”
And then I snagged her hips and drove her onto the bed beside the boys.
“I wish to worship you first.”
With a spark of Sylas’ magic, her underwear was gone, exposing her naked body in all its magnificence.
My goodness.
She was unbelievably stunning—and strong, so much compact power woven into her small frame. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her uneven breathing, and she shifted under my scrutiny, her soft thighs drawing my attention, before I took in what lay between them. She was glistening there, highly aroused. And her bashfulness at my continued staring and likely the disbelief in my eyes that I was seeing her bare to me for the first time, evolved to a coy little smile.
I felt it from her then… she liked my eyes on her. She wanted me to see.
More than that, she wanted me to be with her.
It was such a deep yearning that matched mine.
I grasped her thighs, then dove between them, earning a shriek from her as I licked the length of her, making her squeal from the pressure, which seemed to be too much.
“It’s okay,” Sylas told me. “She likes the roughness.” He dipped his fingers near my tongue and gathered some of her sweet juices. “And she’s certainly slick enough to take it already.”
I watched, mesmerized, as he spread what he’d gathered over Lazriel’s lips, and then our wild one licked it all up with a wolf growl.
I descended on her again, licking, nipping, and sucking all over her, learning her, and cataloguing her responses to different sensations and stimuli. There was a pattern to be found, quite a precise one, and it wasn’t long before her back was arching, her hands were pulling at my hair, and she was screaming, her thighs trembling around me.
“Fuck, yes,” Lazriel groaned.
“Show him how fucking sexy you are when you come apart,” Sylas told her, playing with her breasts, as Lazriel then devoured her mouth like an animal.
Her building pleasure was singing to me through our Soul Brand. I could feel it so profoundly that it nearly undid me.
It was wholly enveloping, a warmth and thrill that went so deep, I could feel it beyond flesh—in the essence of my blood, the marrow of my bones. It was unbelievably spellbinding.
