Page 44 of The Bone Man

Pulse tripping, I leave his ear alone to press our lips together.

His mouth parts under mine, his tongue sweeping in for a possessive kiss that leaves my toes curling and my heart racing.

We don’t stop kissing as he enters the living room and drops to the floor in front of the fireplace, where someone has already piled blankets and pillows in front of the roaring flames.

Marc groans and shifts his hold on me, so I straddle his lap, his hands slipping into my robe to cup my breasts. My eyes close as desire builds, liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

Then Marc’s lips leave mine, and he ducks his head to catch one of my nipples between his teeth.

Pleasure shoots through me, and my back arches, my hands tangling in Marc’s damp hair.

When my eyes open, they lock with Darius’s heated gaze, who watches us from the chair I usually prefer. He wears a pair of silky lounge pants and a button-up shirt that lies open, exposing his bronze skin.

The firelight dances over the defined curves of his chest and abdomen, painting over his hard lines like a lover’s caress.

Pulse racing, I moan as Marc’s fingers slip between my legs to find my swollen folds. He teases at my entrance, gathering my liquid desire before sliding his fingers farther back to slide into my ass.

A gasp escapes me at the burn of being stretched open before I bear down on his fingers, taking them deeper, welcoming his presence.

He rumbles encouragement against my breasts as he alternates between sucking and biting until my flesh feels tender and bolts of pleasure shoot through me at the lightest touch.

Darius bites his lip and slides from the chair, crawling toward us with liquid grace, his burgundy hair swinging forward.

My breaths quicken, my chest rising and falling as he comes up behind Marc, his body pressing against our fire witch’s back.

Marc’s breath hitches against my breasts, and he leans back slightly, letting the ignis demon take his weight. Marc’s body heats beneath mine, his temperature rising to rival the flames at my back.

Darius reaches around Marc, opening the buttons on his nightshirt to expose his chest. My hands drop to the hard planes, stroking the smooth swell of his pecs to find his small nipples. When I pinch them, Marc’s breath hitches again.

Head lifting, he catches my lips in another heated kiss as his fingers work inside me, a third one slipping inside to stretch me wider.

I moan, rocking my hips on his hand, desperate to be touched at my center, too. To be filled with heat at my core.

A hot hand slides up my thighs, pushing my robe up, and my eyes open once more to meet Darius’s liquid gold gaze.

His hand moves higher, slipping under my robe, daring to brush my sex. A moan escapes as I lift onto my knees, tilting my hips toward him.

Long fingers slide alongside Marc’s hand to find my center and thrust inside me.

I pull my lips from Marc with a gasp, my eyes closing at the dual pleasures of being filled.

Hot fingers touch my jaw, drawing my head up, and Darius’s lips slant over mine, his tongue thrusting deep and picking up where we left off in the cave only hours before.

The tie on my robe loosens, and someone pushes it off my shoulders. Pleasure fogs my mind, making it impossible to tell the difference between Darius and Marc’s hands, the two men moving together like a single person.

Warm air strokes my bare body, and someone catches my hand, drawing it to the hard length of Darius’s cock straining against his silk lounge pants.

Another hand draws my free hand to Marc’s cock, and I fist their lengths, pumping them in time to their fingers inside me.

Darius draws his lips from mine to press our foreheads together. “Merri, my lady, my love, let me join with you.”

My body clenches around his fingers, and I gasp out, “Yes.”

Fingers slip from my body, and I flow from Marc’s arms into Darius’s waiting embrace.

Desperate to be filled, I shove his lounge pants down, freeing his cock before fisting him once more. My fingers don’t meet around his thick shaft, and small nubs run down his length, bumping against my palm.

Without looking, I know they’ll be a darker shade of bronze than the rest of his body. I spent long hours in our previous life worshiping each little ridge, and a shiver goes through me at the thought of feeling them inside me again after so long.

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