Page 24 of Ensnared

“Staystill for me, darlin’,” he murmurs, voice deeper than usual, his accent thick. “Youtell me to stop if you need to.”

Istill.Everythingin me wants to shiver and grind against his hand untilIcome but,God,Iwant to do this right for him.Iwant to be good.AndIreally, really don’t want him to stop.

SoIobey, butIcan’t help my tremble.

Hesqueezes the hand at my core, andIwhimper, but don’t move.Don’tmove even thoughIdesperately need him to touch meproperly.Mybody throbs, begging to be filled.I’mnot the type of person who often makes demands, butIwant to demand now.Orbeg.I’llcrawl naked across the floor to him if he only promises totouch me.

Feverish,Ilook back over atDom, needing to see if he’s still unfazed.IfI’mbeing good enough.Ifhe likes me like this, wet and squirming on his friend’s lap.ButwhenIlook at him, he’s not looking at me at all.He’slooking down at his book, jaw tight.

“Dom,”Beausays in a strained, rough voice.

Hisknees inside mine nudge me open further until my thighs strain andI’mall but dripping onto the floor.Hetilts me towardDomlike a virgin sacrifice.Anoffering to our king.

Butthe golden eyes don’t lift.Heturns another page.

Shametangles around my lust, spicy and barbed, asBeau’schest vibrates.Thesound he lets out is suspiciously like a growl.

Beforethe hurt can set in,Ibecome aware of footsteps, and someone standing in front of me.Myeyes fly open, andJasper’ssavagely beautiful face is intent as he looks down on me.

Thearm around me tightens in warning, butI’vestilled completely.Thesteely thighs that spread me flex, taking me to my limit, making room for the other man to step between them.

“Apretty sacrifice,”Jaspermurmurs approvingly, echoing my thoughts.Hisfingers brush over my hair, and he adds coldly, “Oneonly a fool would pass up.”

There’sa rough thump in the background, but in my haze of arousal,I’mlost to wondering whatJasper’smouth tastes like... and how it would feel if his tongue replacedBeau’shand between my slippery thighs.

Icatch my lip with my teeth to avoid another whimper at the visual.Bad.Badlibrarian.Mylids wilt, heavy with lust; it’s an effort to keep my eyes open.

“Interesting.”Jasper’sthoughtful tone is far too liquid and cool against the raging heat inside me.Steam.That’swhat we’ll make together.Hot, wet, cloudy steam.Hebends on one knee, between my andBeau’sthighs, and his graceful fingers stroke over my chin.

“Itwas until you ruined the damn view.”Lucky’svoice holds more than a hint of bite.

WhenIwork up the courage to glance at him, though, he doesn’t look irritated.There’san ache in his eyes as he looks at me andJasperthat makes my breath gush out all over again.

Myhead falls back limply againstBeau’sshoulder, and his lips resume their wet, delicious movements along my neck.Jasper’sfingers trace the column of my vulnerable throat, down to the front of my shirt.

BeforeIcan work out what’s happening, he’s freeing one button after the other.Ijerk in protest, but then a determined finger—Beau’s?—slides between my folds, brushing my clit, andIcry out, all thought and uncertainty chased from my mind by pure want.

“Beau.”

“Fuck,” he swears, hips jerking upwards, pushing his hard length against my ass.

“Ifyou don’t mind,”Jaspersays wryly as the motion jostles his movements on my shirt, which is now mostly unbuttoned.

Howdid he do that so fast?

Beaulicks the shell of my ear, all hot, heavy breath, and whispers, “Itold youIlove it when you say my name, darlin’.Sucha good girl.”

Thefinger between my legs strokes firmly, up and down first, then in circles, discovering what makes me shudder.Beau’sapproval makes me weak.Mybreathing becomes more urgent, panting.Myeyes squeeze shut, trying to close off at least one element of overwhelming, riotous sensation, andIhardly notice as the silk shirt is pulled to the side, revealing my naked body to the room.

There’sa sharp intake of breath, andIvaguely hear someone ask, “Uh, shouldJaykbe here for this?”

Andsomeone on the other side of the room replies with a growl, “Heleft.Hisown damn fault.”

Coolfingers run over my chest.Tensioncoils low in my stomach as someone else rubs and strokes my clit.Myown arousal slicks my thighs obscenely.Ican hear every wet motion, butI’mtoo far gone to care.Iwant them to know how muchIwant this.Howgood they’re making me feel.

Lipsreplace the hands at my chest, and my own hands lift, tangling in thick hair.There’sa scorching, wet drag of a mouth to my ear, making me arch into another pair of lips as they close around my left nipple and suck.

Myhands tighten in that thick hair, andIlet out a sobbing cry, lost to sensation, my eyes fastened shut.Themouth moves to my other nipple as the maddening finger flicks over my clit again, making me jerk.Thefinger drags down, teasing my entrance, circling it, before plunging in.Thenanother finger works inside, joining the first, filling me.

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