Page 47 of Dark Fire Kiss

I ditched my clothes, mindful of the way he pushed his body up on the pillows, his gaze wary even as he looked me over with unconcealed lust.

Halina watched as well, her cheeks flushed the same dark pink as her nipples.

Deep within my consciousness, my beast stirred restlessly. “MINE.”

“Aye, both of them,” I told it, a wicked grin spreading through my mind as I sat on the bed next to Bram’s hip. I made my voice light. “What have you two been up to? You were supposed to be training.”

“Aye,” he said gruffly. “We did that.”

I ran a hand up his thigh, stopping short of touching his cock, which lay stiff and swollen across his stomach. “Anything else?”

His breathing picked up, his eyes darting from my hand to my face. “I ate Halina’s pussy.”

She sucked in a breath.

“Did you now?” I took Bram’s cock in a firm grip.

He hissed. “Fergus, don’t you dare…”

“What?” I asked innocently, giving him a slow, thorough stroke I knew was certain to drive him mad. Sure enough, he groaned, his stubbled jaw clenching. A drop of moisture formed in his slit.

“Don’t tease me,” he grated.

I slid a look at Halina, who’d risen to her elbow and watched the tip of Bram’s shaft with lust-filled eyes. I looked there, too, as did Bram, and the three of us watched as the bead of fluid swelled and then dribbled down his dusky head.

“Gods,” he whispered, the thick muscles in his chest bunching as he shivered.

I gave him another languid pump. “I’ve no interest in teasing you. I’d much rather fuck you.”

His eyes went heavy-lidded. For a moment, he seemed to waver, and I was positive he’d turn me down. Then he grunted. “Aye.”

I hid my surprise, but just barely, my own cock going stiff as a poker at this unexpected gift. I’d have to figure him out later, though.

Because tonight was for Halina.

She must have felt my gaze on her, because she lifted wide eyes to mine.

I tipped my head toward Bram. “He can wait a bit longer, lass. I want to start with you.”

Her lips parted. “Me?”

She was so adorably innocent. I had to remember that. My only desire was to make this good for her. My own pleasure—and Bram’s for that matter—was unimportant. This was about so much more than sex. She needed to understand how much she meant to us. How fate had connected her soul to ours.

“You,” I told her, moving fully onto the bed.

Bram knew exactly what to do, and he lifted her easily and settled her between his thighs so her back was against his chest. Then he pushed her damp hair aside and nuzzled her neck, making her gasp and melt into him.

Perfect.

They were gorgeous together, and desire pumped a steady drumbeat in my veins as his big hands cupped her breasts, caressing the plump swells until she moaned, her little fangs showing between her full, pink lips. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, which grew even stiffer under his ministrations.

“Keep doing that,” I murmured.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “I’ve no intention of stopping.”

She arched, her thighs parting, giving me a glimpse of her glistening core.

But I needed far more than a glimpse. Cock tight and aching, I eased her thighs wide, hooking her knees over his so she was open for my regard.

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