Page 123 of Beautiful Ascension

My body coils like a spring, and I know I’m fucking close to coming. Lev pinches my nipple as he releases my mouth, and I huff in frustration. “Come back,” I demand, and he chuckles, loosening his hold on my hair.

“Don’t worry, Dove, we’re just getting started,” Lev declares. Then he releases my hair before he walks around the couch and climbs up, so his bulging erection stares me in the face as he stands over me, straddling my legs.

Mewling, I crane my neck, peering up at his looming figure and wishing I could touch him. My bound hands are itching to be free to roam the plane of his muscled chest. I know he’s restraining me so he can control when and how he’s touched, but I hunger to have his body pressing against mine.

Lev’s heated bluish-gray eyes connect with mine. “Fuck my face,” I command, yearning for the salty taste of him before he comes all over my face. I watch as Lev lowers his sweats, and his cock springs free. I lean forward to lick the pre-cum off, but a tug of my strawberry blond locks holds me in place just as Owen renews his conquest to own my body.

“Owen,” I gasp as he inserts another digit, further stretching the tight ring of my ass. My arousal drips down between my spread legs, coating his fingers. “I’m so close.” Then he swirls his tongue and sucks as he flicks my clit. I shatter, my walls spasming around his digits.

I barely recover from my first orgasm when Owen starts edging me toward another one, pumping and thrusting deeper. “Look how fucking sexy you look with my fingers pounding into your ass,” Owen rasps.

“Pl. . . please,” I beg, rising to meet each stroke. “Don’t fucking st?—”

Fisting my hair, Lev slams his length down my throat, halting any further words when he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, Dove, take this cock down your throat like a good girl,” he hisses, snapping his hips forward.

Lev’s face twists in pleasure, his mouth falling open as he feeds me his cock. “You like it when Owen fills your tight holes while I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” I hum my agreement, and he growls, “You’re going to keep coming until I bathe you in my cum.”

The pressure in my core mounts, and I know I’m about to explode again. Lev doubles his pace when I let out another muffled scream. Owen’s relentless as his fingers pound into my pussy and curl up, hitting the same spot over and over again.

I moan, breathing through my nose, creating a vibration as I swallow Lev’s shaft. His movements become jerky, and I know he’s close. We’re both climbing higher, and I’m determined to make him come when I do.

Relaxing the muscles in my throat, I close my mouth around Lev’s cock, swirling my tongue over its crown. “This goddamn fucking mouth,” he shouts, thickening while he tries to allow me to control the tempo.

Owen bites my clit just as he hits the same spot inside, making my pussy clamp down. A moment later, his fingers curl in my ass, discovering a place I didn’t even know could feel so good, and I cry out my release just as Lev roars his own. Hot spurts shoot down my throat, and I suck even harder, determined to drink what he has and more.

“That’s our fucking good girl. Swallow everything I give you, and not a drop less,” Lev praises, releasing my hair and pulling out of my mouth.

Sighing, I fall back against the cushion, spent and eager for bed. Lev tucks his dick back into his pants before climbing down off the couch.

After they both help me get dressed, they peer at me with a reverence one can only give someone they truly see. No words need to be spoken. Everything is simply understood.

A smile grows on my face as they both press a kiss on my forehead.

Owen is the one to lift me, and I must have dozed off because when my eyes flicker open, I’m in a bed. Based on the spiced, smoked brandy smell, I know it’s not my own. But I don’t care. This is the most peaceful I’ve felt in months.

Inhaling, I snuggle into Wes’s broad chest and fight to stay awake. I need to talk to him, but he’s so warm. “Shhh, sleep. Whatever we need to discuss can wait.” I mumble something incoherent before my eyelids grow too heavy to keep open.

Wes rubs my belly, and just before I drift back to sleep, I swear I hear him whisper, “I love you.”

62

ARIAH

It’s been two nights since I moved in, and things don’t feel as settled as I’d want them to. There are still some unresolved issues that need to be addressed. I stare down at the table set for six.

“Are you sure you’re cool with going home tonight?” I ask Shay. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the storm brewing.

Shay looks at me like I failed a shapes and colors test. “Why would I mind going home to get stew peas and rice?”

I laugh and shake my head. “How could I forget? You probably would’ve left me tonight anyway once you found out what your mom was cooking.”

“You know me so well. No one gets between me and my food,” she says, batting her eyelashes.

Rolling my eyes, I reply, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Miss Bradford,” the chef calls from the kitchen. “Dinner will be served in twenty minutes.”

Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I’m nervous. What if we can’t actually fix this?

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