Page 101 of Across an Endless Sea

“Kill later, pleasure Rose now.” Lore’s tone is tinged with humour, which only serves to put me further at ease.

Before I realise what he’s said.

Does he mean he’s going to…? Now? Here? Withbothof them?

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, even as every feminine part of me perks up in excitement. I can’t tell what’s nerves and what’s anticipation, and I don’t bother trying to separate the two.

A hand—Lore’s—comes up to cup the underside of my left breast, and I gasp, accidentally arching into the touch and breaking Jaro’s kiss.

“If you want us to stop, say the word,” Jaro vows, his voice deeper—rougher—than normal, like he’s in pain. “You set the pace.”

I don’t want them to stop, not with Lore’s thumb stroking those maddening little caresses just against the underside of my breast. My own fractured breaths fill the space between us, so loud that they drown out the tinkling of the fountain in the background.

Jaro bends to kiss me again, then groans, evidently frustrated at the height difference. His hands grip my thighs and lift, settling me high on his waist, and my legs wrap around him instinctively. Like this, I’m the perfect height for him to devour. He takes tiny nips at my lower lip, teasing me before licking away the tiny hurts with his tongue. When I kiss him back, taking my own gentler bite, he growls, his body vibrating beneath mine.

Lore—not willing to be left out—resumes stroking my breasts from behind, only this time he presses kisses along the back of my neck and the line of my shoulders. His lips are soft, but he follows each kiss with a tiny scrape of his fangs. It sends a shiver down my spine. When his thumb caresses higher, brushing over the tip of my diamond-hard nipple, I nearly combust. As it is, I let out an embarrassing whimper.

“Make that noise again,” Lore demands, repeating the touch.

This time, I’m prepared for the bolt of aching desire that shoots directly from my breast to the apex of my thighs. Instead of a whimper, I moan, pressing my core against Jaro’s abdomen in an effort to assuage the need.

It doesn’t help.

Jaro takes pity on me, striding across to my bed in three long steps. He deposits me gently in the centre, but doesn’t step back. Instead, his fingers play with the neckline of my tunic.

“Can I take this off?” he asks.

His voice is husky, eyes molten with desire, and that alone gives me the confidence to nod shakily. Jaro doesn’t hesitate, snapping the ties along my side with a claw. The pale fabric flutters open, baring my skin slowly. Too slowly. Jaro reaches down and brushes it aside, revealing the pebbled tips of my nipples hidden only partially by the lace of my undergarments. He uses his claw to sever that too, leaving my chest completely exposed to his gaze. I shiver as a breeze drifts through the garden, caressing my bare body and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Beautiful,” he breathes.

The way he says it—with his face slack with awe—makes me feel beautiful, and I offer him a shy smile.

Lore blinks onto the bed, lying on his stomach so that he’s poised at just the right angle to lean down and capture one of the stiff peaks in his mouth. I arch, hands grasping the sheets at the intensity of the sensation as he licks and sucks at it.

“Lore!” I cry.

Jaro’s body covers mine, and he leans down to give my neglected breast the same treatment. When I look down and see two heads—one honey brown and the other snow white—both suckling at my chest, I almost explode. Then their hands join the fray, massaging and kneading the flesh in between sucks, and I bow off the bed. Or I would, were I not pinned to it by two males.

Two! I still can’t believe it.

Lore releases my nipple first with a lewd pop, and I gasp, my breathing shaky as I take in his red stare. His hand moves towards the lacing at the top of my leggings, tugging, and Jaro freezes, taking in my expression, searching for any hint of discomfort.

I relax completely in that instant. Aside from my own self-consciousness and nerves, I’ve never felt as safe as I do right now. Lore might be pushing, but Jaro will stop him—stop everything—if there’s even a hint that I’m not happy with something.

So I let the redcap untie the bow at the top, mourning the warmth of him as he draws the tight trousers down my thighs and along my calves. Only he doesn’t just take the leggings. He’s got my panties too, so when he’s finished, I’m completely bare. Laid out between my two mates like a carnal sacrifice.

I shiver, hands fidgeting as I fight not to cover myself. Lore watches the action, a wry smile on his face.

“I’m going to bind you one day, and look at you as long as I like,” he promises. “Then I’ll fuck you until you beg me to let you come.”

I stiffen, and Jaro growls. “Not today, redcap. Not for her first time.”

“We’ve got thousands of years for us to play,” Lore agrees. “But I’m going to die if I can’t taste you in the next five seconds.”

There’s a pleading in his last few words, and I chew at my lip wondering what he means. Surely he can’t mean to put his mouth—

My thoughts scramble as his hands caress my calves, gently pushing my legs open, exposing my core and the damp patch beneath.

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