Page 19 of Sugar Rush

"Princess, Avie, my Aveline," he choked out, his cock jerking in my hand, slicking my palm with precum. "I don't know if I'll—be able to—it's been so long—"

I bowed over him and kissed a path down his jaw and neck until he moaned under me, completely at my mercy, his trust in me absolute.

"I won't last either," Taj admitted, watching us with a rare softness on his rough, lava-veined face. "That pussy's heaven-sent."

"Aww," I breathed, my heart going mushy. "Look at you, getting all good with compliments."

Taj rolled his eyes.

Arkan choked on a curse when I found a particularly sensitive spot with my thumb. I brushed the same area again and watched a vein throb in his pale neck. His head flew back, his mouth open.

Possessiveness gripped me hard, along with the need to make every part of him mine, to have no part of us separate.

Arkan swallowed, his throat bobbing. "I can feel that, princess."

"Good," I replied gutturally, and rose over his lap enough to brush the fat head of his cock through my drenched pussy. "Then you know you'remine."

"All yours, always," he agreed, and bit his bottom lip when I guided his throbbing cock to my entrance and sank down an inch.

"Holy hell," I groaned at the stretch and pressure of histipagainst my pussy.

"I'm bigger," Taj remarked, his head tipped back to watch me take Arkan.

"He's thicker," I replied breathily.

"Not more than my demon form."

"I'll get—tape measure—later," I bit out, rolling my hips until the head of Arkan's cock popped inside. It was quickly followed by three inches that pushed me to my limit and made my mouth hang open, a little line of drool escaping.

I really, honestly, thought this cock was fatter than Taj's demon monster. Someone should've warned me wraiths were well-endowed, because this shit was crazy.

"My Aveline," Arkan breathed, his warm hands gliding up my sides and leaving tingles where they touched. "Beautiful girl."

"You should call hergood girl;she goes crazy for that shit," Taj suggested.

I shot him a heated glare. "Stop backseat fucking; you already made me come three times, now wait your turn."

Arkan's hot fingers slid down my arms until they found my hands braced on his chest. There was something crazy hot about him keeping his shirt on, though I was going to take great pleasure in unbuttoning it just as soon as he was inside me.

"Look at me," Arkan rasped, his blue eyes flaring when I met his stare. "You're everything I ever dreamed of. Not just this—but you, everything, every moment."

My eyes stung; I blamed it on sex hormones. I whispered, "I never expected this. I didn't dare to dream of anything as amazing as this,us,our circle. But if I had dared, my dreams would have looked like you."

I felt his shudder through the bond, and knew my own soul had reacted the same way to his words. We met halfway for a passion-fuelled kiss, and Arkan thrust his hips up into me, filling my pussy with more of him. He swallowed my moan of surprise with an adoring kiss. His taste of sweet citrus filled every one of my senses until I was drunk on it.

Beside us, Taj panted, but I didn't look at him; this moment was about Arkan, about our connection and bond. It was long overdue.

When he was fully inside me, he paused, angling my head for a deeper kiss and releasing my hands so he could hold my hips. His hands were firm and desperate, but his soul was warm with affection, and alive with satisfaction and relief. I sank into it like a hot bath.

"I love you," I gasped against his lips.

"And I love you, my Aveline," he groaned.

When I throbbed around his cock, I felt the sharp edge of desperation through his soul, and realised he was frantic to move, to fuck me. But he held back.

So I slowly lifted my hips, my pussy clinging to him, unwilling to let go. His eyes fluttered, hands clenching my hips.

"Killing me," he choked out, his pale face flushed.

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