Page 24 of The Hive Queen

Moaning, I lift my legs and hook my toes into his waistband, pushing down his pajama pants. His cock springs free, heavy against my thigh before he presses forward, sinking his hard length into my body.

Our groans of pleasure mingle in our quick breaths, and his lips leave mine, his head dropping to my shoulder as he rocks inside my welcoming heat.

Sharpe straightens, and the sound of his zipper lowering fills my ears. I roll my head toward him, mouth open, and his tip glides over my tongue, salty with his desire.

Flint shifts, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder while straddling my other, sinking deeper into my body. The position rolls me onto my side, and I twist further, one hand on Sharpe’s splayed thigh and the other on his hip to take him fully into my mouth.

He cups the back of my head, praise falling from his lips as his hard length moves in and out of my throat in perfect tandem with Flint’s cock thrusting into me.

Pleasure builds between us in a cresting wave, higher and higher, and my body burns between them, testing Flint’s ability to control my inner fire as he loses himself to passion.

Groaning, his pace quickens, and his thumb slips through my folds, finding that sensitive nub and massaging it.

The action sends me crashing over the edge, my release moaned around Sharpe’s cock. His shaft pulses against my tongue a heartbeat before hot cum spills down my throat.

Flint grinds against me, pulls out, and thrusts once more into my clenching body, his release flooding my channel with liquid heat.

I pull back from Sharpe, his semi-hard cock slipping from my lips, and rest my head against his thigh, gasping for breath. His hand strokes my hair back from my damp cheeks, his chest heaving as he struggles to control his breathing.

Flint releases my leg and bends to kiss my gasping lips. “Let’s go to bed.”

I roll my eyes to look at him. “Not satisfied yet?”

“Always satisfied when I’m with you.” He bends and scoops me off the floor, cradling me against his chest. “But always hungry for more.”

He strides down the hall and into my bedroom, crawling onto the bed.

The sound of the door closing draws my attention to where Sharpe stands in shadow, tugging off his suit and leaving it on the floor before he joins us.

My breath catches at the sight of his hard body moving toward me, the graceful lines of his limbs and the firm ridges of muscle on his stomach and thighs.

Despite finding release only moments before, his cock rises from the dark thatch of hair between his legs, ready and desperate for more.

Flint rises onto his knees above me, stripping off what remains of his alien pajamas and exposing the perfection of his body. Unlike the glamour on his face, the exquisite curve of his form is real, honed by years of hard work and gifted with natural beauty.

Where Sharpe is pale like moonlight, with dark-brown hair and broad shoulders, Flint is kissed by the sun, his hair dark as night and his body lithe. Both powerful. Both beautiful.

Both mine.

I open my arms, and they surround me, bare skin pressing together, heated mouths and eager hands seeking pleasure.

When I push Sharpe onto his back, he grasps my hips, pulling me on top of him. I straddle his waist, my hands splayed on his chest, and sink down his hard length.

A shiver rolls up my spine at the fullness of him inside me, his heartbeat a rapid pulse that quickens my own.

His hands cup my ass, urgent as he moves me on top of him, controlling even though he lies beneath me.

Flint moves behind me, pulling me to rest against his chest, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts. His hardness rubs against my back and between my ass cheeks, slippery with pre-cum, and his heart pounds against my back.

We move together, rising and falling, pressing forward then pulling away, in a dance driven by desire.

Sharpe’s hands on my hips become more urgent, demanding I move faster, his hips bucking beneath me.

His breaths quicken, his heated gaze locked on where our bodies come together before his eyes lift to mine, and starlight dances across his pupils.

My pulse races at the sight of a forgotten prince staring back at me, his power rising with his passion.

Then Sharpe’s lashes flutter down, his lips parting on a groan. He thrusts up into my body while gripping my hips and spills his release into my body.

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