Page 23 of The Hive Queen

“And tomorrow, I’m going to the office with you.” Flint sits on the floor next to the tub. “No more haunted house jobs without me. If we need to catch raccoons, we do it together.”

Their love warms me more than the bath or the fire, and my eyes sting. Why did I ever doubt them, even for a second?

All I needed was a reminder of their love and a little nourishment to appease the grumpy firebird inside me.

powerful & mine

- Pen -

Flint drapesa warm blanket across my lap and presses a fresh cup of coffee into my hands.

After my bath, I had planned to go to bed, but the guys had other ideas.

Once I was changed into my pajamas, Sharpe led me out to the living room, where a fire danced in the fireplace. He had directed me onto a cushion on the floor, then sat behind me and whipped out a brush and blow dryer.

Now he carefully combs through my wet hair while warm air sweeps over me. Combined with the blanket, fire, and now a hot mug in my hands, they’ve pampered me to the max.

At least, that’s what I think until Flint moves the coffee table to the side to sit in front of me and pulls my feet into his lap for a foot massage.

If this is the reward, I should get grumpy at them more often.

As Sharpe’s fingers delicately work a knot out of my fine hair, the gentle tugs soothe me. I yawn into my coffee cup before taking a sip, and heat fills my stomach.

Flint’s skillful hands massage up my calves, slowly working his way up my legs and finding each knot, working the tension from my body.

When his touch reaches my thighs, his fingers teasing the delicate skin behind my knees, my gaze lifts to his. “Trying for the body-touching thing again?”

He lightly scrapes his nails against my skin. “Already touching.”

Sharpe turns off the blow dryer and sets it aside. “I want to touch, too.”

Desire curls through me, but I’m so tired. “I don’t know if I have the energy for this.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Flint catches the sides of my pajama pants and pulls them down. “Just lay back and let us relax you.”

As he tosses my pants aside and vanishes beneath the blanket, Sharpe takes the coffee cup from me, setting it aside. Then he tips my head back and leans down, his lips sliding over mine.

The warmth of his tongue against mine is far better than any fire, and a moan of pleasure rises from my depths, hunger sparking to life and pushing back the fatigue of a long day.

Then Flint pushes my thighs apart, setting between them, and his hot mouth covers my center, fanning the flames higher.

The two men work together, using licks and gentle suction interspersed with the delicate scrape of teeth in a choreographed dance of pleasure focused solely on me.

Sharpe’s hand slips into my shirt, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. Desire blazes from my breasts down to my core, where Flint sucks on my swollen folds between long licks up my center to the height of my sex to lave the sensitive nub hidden there.

Heat spreads through my body, fire curling inside me, the flames I stole from the fireplace in the bathroom eager to rise. My skin grows fever hot and starts to glow, but then Flint’s magic curls around me, taming the fire and keeping it safe.

Sharpe tugs off my shirt so he can cup both breasts in his hands as he leans down, and the wet heat of his mouth enfolds one of my nipples while he rolls the other between his fingers.

My head falls back onto his hard thigh, the hard proof of his desire against my cheek. Drawn by the warmth of his cock, I turn my head, mouth opening over him through his slacks. I want him in my mouth and down my throat, filling my stomach with his seed, but his clothes thwart my desires.

Then Flint’s fingers drive into me, and I forget what I wanted as all of my focus centers on the ebb and flow of his touch, and the rise of my pleasure.

Back arching, I cup Sharpe’s head against my breast and reach down to tangle my fingers in Flint’s hair, the names falling from my lips as I come apart between them in a release that pulses through my entire body.

Flint’s mouth leaves my sex to move up my stomach, pausing to nuzzle my hard nipple, before his lips claim mine.

The taste of my desire rides his tongue as he kisses me, and his hard length rubs against my swollen folds.

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