Page 44 of Dukes of Peril

My fingernails dig into his back at the sensation of his teeth beneath my ear, his thumb caressing my peaked nipple. “I don’t mind.”

“No?” he asks, abandoning my nipple to tuck his hand between us, dipping into my shorts. “Let’s see about that.” I welcome the invasion, already knowing what he’s going to find. My heart still ratchets up a notch when his fingers meet my slickness. He goes momentarily still, face turning to mine, eyes wide and blown. “God, your pussy’s fuckingdripping.”

The truth is, I was already primed for this hours ago. Helping Remy into his shirt, feeling his breath on my face, knowing he wanted me badly enough to leverage his own weakness to get it. Sy’s request just multiplied it, and then there was Nick and all his silent intensity, looking ready to eat me alive.

If every day is like this, these men might fucking kill me.

Knowing Sy heard him, I just buck my hips into his hand, unconcerned about giving away my eagerness. It’s always dangerous with Nick, predicting how he’ll react to something like this. Sometimes he’s frighteningly, lethally possessive. And other times…

He pushes two fingers inside of me, the smirk returning. “That get you hot, little bird? My big brother over there wishing he was me?”

“Don’t tease, Nick.” I grab his face, willing him to understand what this is. Not a competition, or a fight, or some stupid pissing match between brothers. “Not tonight?”

His thumb finds my clit, and he must see the seriousness on my face, because he just plucks a slow, lingering kiss from my lips. “Anything you want.”

8

Nick

Anything you want…

She has to know that by now.

I’d kill for her, die for her, burn this whole fucking city to the ground for her. But all she’s asking for tonight is this. For me to pleasure her, share her and show Sy what it looks like when a man does it right.

I could tell from the apprehension in her eyes that she doesn’t quite understand this yet. Sy is a part of me, just as much as Remy–just as much as she is. One day, she’ll get it. For now, I rear back to slide her shorts and panties off, not bothering to take my time. Beside the mattress, my brother is silent and still, his dark eyes locked on every newly revealed inch of skin.

Don’t tease.

Hard to say if she meant her or him, so I cover my bases. Grabbing each of her knees, I spread her thighs obscenely wide, putting her wet pussy on full display for us.

And then I dip down to taste it.

She hisses in a long gasp, fingers tangling instantly in my hair. “Oh, god.”

I lick out to catch her slickness, groaning at the taste. Her clit is already swollen, like she’s been horny all goddamn day. I flick my tongue against it, catching a glimpse of Sy in my periphery. He has his head tipped back against the rails, watching us through lazy, slitted eyes.

He’s squeezing his dick through his sweats.

Lavinia never lets me get her off like this, my tongue flicking wild circuits around her clit, and now is no different. She tugs my hair, begging, “Please, Nick, please.”

I’m useless to do anything but obey, licking a sloppy, wet path up her belly, between her tits. “Some day, Little Bird,” I wrestle Sy’s shirt off her just as her fingers slide my boxers down, my cock springing eagerly from the elastic, “I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”

The mattress is old and lumpy, not exactly comfortable on my knees, and every time I come up that staircase to claim her, I find that old fantasy cropping back up in my head; her, waiting for me in my bed. I never ask her to. I wouldn’t fucking dare. Lavinia won’t ever come to that bed.

Not after what I did to her in it.

So I grab her hip and turn her on her side, facing Sy. When I spoon in behind her, pulling her into the curve of my body, I slide my hand down her thigh and tug her leg up, hooking my forearm beneath her knee to keep her spread.

She’s tense at first, not at all as flexible as I damn well know she can be. But then Sy makes a low, gritty sound at the sight, and suddenly the tendons in her thigh go lax, allowing me to slot my dick up against her entrance.

I always love this part. Sliding into her–slow or fast, gentle or hard–watching the slack rapture take her features as I fuck my way inside. Usually, I’d make her look at me, just to bask in my spoils of victory, the sweet curl of satisfaction that she’s finally mine.

But tonight, I keep my eyes on my brother’s strained face as I position the tip of my dick against her slick entrance. Resting my lips against her sweat-damp temple, I tell him, “She’s wet for you, you know.” I push in slow and steady.

Eyes fixed to her hole, Sy’s jaw clenches so visibly that his teeth must ache. “How wet?”

My own jaw is clenched almost as tightly, holding back the urge to slam to the hilt. “See for yourself.” I kick her discarded shorts and panties off the mattress and she whimpers, fingers clamping around my forearm as the motion buries me deeper.

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