Page 21 of Urn My Love

His continued hip movements were causing my butt to grind against August’s manhood, and while the latter was silent, I hadn’t missed the way his body had gone taut. The gryphon shifter gripped my hip as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

When Jazriel’s thumb brushed my nipple, an electric charge sizzled through me and I arched into his touch. In the darkness, Jazriel’s eyes glowed, and his fingers began working magic, touching and teasing my breast.

My stomach twisted with unfamiliar sensations, and something feral began demanding release as heat rushed between my thighs. I wanted to touch Jazriel, but I’d never touched a man intimately before. What if I did it wrong?

I’d listened to the phoenix women on Cucalas reminisce about time spent with their mates, so I wasn’t clueless about how mating worked, but it was different acting on it.

Jazriel must have sensed my hesitation because his fingers moved to where mine rested just under the hem of his shirt. Curling his fingers around my wrist, he pressed my palm against the lean muscles of his stomach.

Pulling his mouth from mine, he whispered, “Please touch me, my sweet mate.”

August pulled me ever so slightly away from Jazriel, his chest rumbling. Surely he couldn’t be jealous since he was the one who didn’t want me.

Jazriel responded by pressing harder against me. August growled, his hard length grinding against my butt. Blood pounded in my ears, and my body ached in newly awakened places and I wasn’t sure what to do to satisfy the need gnawing at my insides.

“Flame, are you trying to kill me? Your scent could drive a man to do crazy things,” Jazriel groaned.

“What kind of things?” Thanks to my inability to take a deep breath, I sounded breathy, like an old movie starlet from the movies I’d binged the last few weeks.

Grabbing my thigh, he pulled it over his hip, allowing me to feel his hard length as it pressed against my aching slit.

“Some people are sleeping,” August growled.

His voice sounded annoyed, but the twitch of his erection against my butt said otherwise.

“Good. Then keep sleeping.” Jazriel’s perfect white teeth flashed in the darkness, then his mouth found mine again.

His hips began a steady rhythm, and I swore shooting stars were falling around us.

“Oh!” I whimpered as shock waves of pleasure spread through me.

Behind me, August’s breathing was rough and his hand had slid from my hip, up to my ribcage, only stopping when his fingers brushed the underside of my breast.

Heat spread from where his fingers touched my skin, causing my nipples to harden. I wished he would move his hand to massage the sensitive mound, but I was too proud to ask.

My fingers trailed across Jazriel’s chest, enjoying the lean, taut muscles. He shifted positions slightly, grinding against my most sensitive spot, and I gasped, my nails digging into his skin.

He repeated the motion, heat and mischief glittering in the depths of his glowing eyes. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Jazriel took that as his sign to continue the agonizing, delicious torture.

That feral thing in my belly grew more demanding, twisting my insides into knots and turning my thoughts into a jumbled mess. Faster and faster, the pegasus male rubbed against me until the need built to a terrifying level.

August’s breathing was growing harsher as my body slid across his erection. His thumb brushed the underside of my breast, sending heat rushing between my thighs.

Gasping, I tried to wiggle from between them before I hurt them. “I’m going to explode.”

“Good,” Jazriel purred, his fingers digging into my thigh to keep me in place.

“You… don’t understand,” I pleaded. “Something is building inside me. I… I think something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. Trust me.” Jazriel placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Give in to the feelings.”

And so I did. Letting the thing inside me grow, I needed to release it, but I couldn’t seem to let go.

Until August’s hand slid on my sweat-slick skin and cupped my breast. I thought it was an accident and he would move it away… but he didn’t. His fingers gently massaged the tender flesh, while his thumb teased my nipple.

It was the final push I needed and sent me hurtling into bliss.

My moan filled the quiet night air as my release tore through me. I quivered as intense aftershocks continued exploding inside me, one after the other.

---