Page 48 of Dark Fire Kiss

My breath rushed from me at the sight of her other full, pink lips.

More perfection—although that was too weak a word for her sleek folds and swollen clit. It stood up from its sheath, dainty yet bold. Begging for my tongue.

She met my gaze, her eyes dark with need, but also hesitant. A little afraid.

Bram slid a hand to her pussy and circled her clit with two fingers.

“Oh…” Her breath caught, the flush in her cheeks spreading down her neck. “I can’t… Oh gods.”

I went to my stomach between her thighs, my throbbing cock trapped under me. I ignored it as I blew gently on her folds, thrilling at the scent of her desire. “I need to taste you, lass.” I puffed another breath over her clit, and she shivered. “Is that all right?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”

The desire in my blood beat harder, becoming a sort of pain. My beast pushed at me, urging me to rise up and sink into her heat.

But that wouldn’t do. She deserved this first. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted everything she’d given Bram. He’d tasted our mate. I wanted the same.

Always attuned to me, he lifted his hand from her sex, offering a seamless transition from his touch to my tongue. I moved in right away, bending and licking a slow path around her entrance. Driving my tongue deep before kissing up to her clit and sucking the eager little bud into my mouth.

Fuck, she tasted divine. Like flowers and sex. Her breathy gasps drifted around my ears as I feasted on her juices, lapping greedily. My cock pushed hard into the sheets, and it was an effort not to grind my hips against the mattress like an untested lad.

Her fingers brushed my hair, and then she pulled at the strands, her hips lifting to meet me. Her eagerness was a drug—and like an addict, I went back for more and more and more, tonguing her clit until she tensed and cried out.

Close, but she wasn’t quite there yet, and I didn’t want her to be.

Not just yet.

I lifted my head and found her sprawled in Bram’s arms, her red hair wild around her shoulders and her blue eyes glassy with need. Her nipples thrust out lewdly from her creamy breasts, the tips the same blushing pink as her cheeks. Her splayed pussy was shiny with her desire and the path I’d traced with my tongue. She was the portrait of feminine lust. Fuck, I wanted a painting of her just like this.

“Gorgeous,” I murmured, kissing her quivering belly.

“You stopped,” she said in a voice thick with censure. Her red brows pulled together, and she gave me a look of such consternation I might have smiled if I wasn’t teetering on the edge of coming.

As it was, I had to work not to clench my jaw. I even managed a weak smile as I climbed up her body and braced my weight on one palm next to Bram’s shoulder. “Just for a wee moment,” I told her. I gripped my leaking shaft with my other hand and positioned myself at her entrance. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you, lass. Is that what you want?”

Behind her, Bram stroked her hair, his eyes leaping with fire. He had to be hurting, too, his cock straining against her back. But he waited, as I did, feigning patience at all costs because she was innocent and precious and we absolutely could not fail her.

She reached up and ran the backs of her fingers over my jaw, and I thought I might die from that one demure touch. How could something so simple wreck me so completely? “I do,” she said earnestly. “I want you, Fergus. Please.”

Sweeter words had never been spoken. With a grateful sigh, I pushed inside her.

She clenched around me, instinctively trying to keep me out.

“Relax,” Bram crooned in her ear. He toyed with her breasts, plucking and stroking her nipples. Pinching the peaks until she cried out, her sexy little fangs showing. He switched to Gaelic—an older form no modern human would recognize. He told her how lovely she was. How she’d been chosen for us and us for her. How we’d waited lifetimes for her.

How no other female compared.

Slowly, her body yielded, and I slid home with a groan. Even now, she was tight as a fist, her inner muscles strangling my cock. I began to sweat with the effort of holding myself still.

Bram tangled a hand in my hair and brought my mouth to his, giving me a slow, passionate kiss with plenty of tongue. With his mouth on mine and my cock buried in Halina’s pussy, I was damn certain there couldn’t be anything better.

And he achieved his intention, because she gasped and relaxed further.

I pulled back to find her watching us with a fascinated expression. Oh yes, she liked seeing her males together.

I could use that to my advantage.

Right after I made her mine.

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