Page 48 of Urn My Love

He’d gone from feeling nothing to feeling everything.

“I was going to figure out how to capture Azurea, or at least how to lure her back into Cucalas. But Arabelle says I need to go to Colorado first.” This time, when August’s thumb brushed my bottom lip, I sucked it into my mouth.

“Iolani,” he groaned, and his length twitched where it was pressed between our bodies.

“Do you trust her?” Jazriel asked, sliding from the bed to the floor beside us.

Releasing August’s thumb with a pop, I nodded. “I do. She helped me find you.”

“And what are you supposed to find there?” Jazriel’s eyes glittered in anticipation… but of what?

I scrunched my nose, trying to figure out what mischief he was up to. His mind was quiet, not giving me any clues.

“Orland Claiborne,” I answered warily. “My third mate?—”

August snarled, his right hand sliding to my throat. “You should have worn my mark first, and it’s my fault that didn’t happen. But I swear I will not allow another male to have your body before me.”

“Oh,” I squeaked, shocked at his shift from labrador to feral wolf.

Yessss! Jazriel hissed. Get ready, because he’s about to erupt from the sexual tension he’s been building up.

Jazriel had known how August would react to the mention of another male, and was practically rubbing his hands together in glee.

His left hand gripped my butt, grinding his hips upwards against me. “You are mine, Iolani of Cucalas.”

I should probably tell him I’m the Queen of Cucalas…

Definitely not! Jazriel protested. Let’s save that for another day. Now, brace yourself…

What are you planning?

Jazriel winked at me. “August, I may have taken her first, but I kept myself from tasting her… barely.”

August’s body vibrated beneath me. “Is this true? He hasn’t devoured you?”

“He hasn’t.” My cheeks burned and my body warmed as I imagined his tongue lapping at the ache between my thighs.

Jazriel pulled me off August and settled me on the floor between his powerful thighs. He pressed my back against his chest, then gently parted my legs, opening me to August’s hungry gaze.

“You seem to have a particular fixation on tasting her, so I’ve waited to show her this particular pleasure. Consider us even for saving my life the night we first met.”

August was kneeling between my thighs before Jazriel stopped speaking. When he leaned in, my thighs trembled, and on reflex, I started to close my thighs.

Jazriel held my thighs open, giving August access to my soaked heat. It was insanely erotic to have my mate offering me up to my other mate.

August’s head dipped, and he breathed the fragrance of my arousal deep into his lungs. My pulse pounded in my ears and my body flushed again.

When August lay flat on his belly and pressed a soft kissed to my throbbing entrance, I nearly wept.

“So sweet,” he purred, his tongue tracing the length of my slit.

“August,” I moaned, wanting more but finding it dirty to tell him what I needed.

“She wants you to be rough,” Jazriel volunteered.

“Jaz— OH!” I whimpered as August’s tongue plunged deep inside my tight channel.

The now familiar building of pleasure in my stomach wound itself tighter with each lap of his tongue. When he ground his tongue against my clit, I gasped, arching off the floor.

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