Page 50 of Dark Fire Kiss

I gnawed at my lower lip, sympathy rising. At the same time, my body hummed with renewed desire. While Bram’s frustration was very real, there was a deliberate, titillating edge to it—a sense that he and Fergus played a sensual game they both enjoyed. In another sense—and this was the one that had my breath coming in runaway gasps—they performed for me, giving me an erotic show beyond anything I could have imagined.

Fergus ambled back to the bed with a bottle of lube, which he opened and drizzled on his cock as he knelt between Bram’s thighs. “Open up, baby.”

Bram kept his arm in place as he bent his knees and spread his legs. “Slow.”

Fergus’s eyes softened, and for a moment the mischief that always seemed to dance around him gave way to something so tender my heart skipped a beat. “Of course,” he murmured. “As slow as you want.” He coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube and eased his hand between Bram’s cheeks.

For one beat, Bram tensed, the fist over his eyes clenching. Then he sighed. His shoulders lost some of their tension.

“That’s it,” Fergus whispered. He kept his gaze locked on Bram’s face as he moved his hand in an easy, unhurried glide. With his free hand, he dripped more lube into Bram’s crease. When he adjusted his fingers lodged inside Bram’s body, Bram shivered, and when he leaned forward—perhaps pushing deeper, I couldn’t be certain from my angle—Bram’s lips parted on a rough moan.

“There,” Fergus rasped, a note of triumph in his voice, as if he’d just discovered something. Silver gaze bright with lust, he pumped his fingers in and out. “Feel good?”

“Aye,” Bram grunted. He spread his legs wider. “More.”

The desire brewing in my veins flared higher. There was something so unspeakably hot about watching Fergus work Bram open, tending to him in a way that was both loving and sensual. Bram moved his hips, thrusting them up to meet Fergus’s fingers. His lips beneath his arm stayed parted, his breath coming in harsh pants mixed with rasping, needy moans.

When I least expected it, Fergus turned his attention to me. “You look lonely, lass. Would you like to stroke Bram’s cock?”

Heat rushed over my skin, and I was moving even as I nodded, rising and scooting forward until my knees touched Bram’s hip. But I didn’t know what to do next. His cock lay across his stomach like a metal pipe, the thick head leaking.

Fergus must have seen my indecision, because he took my hand and placed it on Bram’s dick. “Touch him, sweetheart. I promise he’ll like it.”

Bram moaned.

Fergus winked at me. “Told you.”

I curled my fingers around Bram’s shaft, marveling at the contrast between his silky skin and the steel underneath. My hand slid easily, and I gave an experimental pump.

“Aye.” Bram lifted his arm at last, his green eyes flickering with fire. “Keep doin’ that, lass. Up and down.”

Movement in my peripheral vision had me turning back to Fergus, who’d removed his fingers from Bram’s ass and was now gripping himself in a tight fist. With his other hand, he grasped one of Bram’s ankles and hiked it aloft, opening Bram further.

My heart pounded. There was no obscured view this time. Now, I saw everything, and I held my breath as Fergus stirred the tip of his cock around Bram’s glistening entrance. And when he pushed inside, I squeezed Bram’s shaft reflexively, drawing a choked cry from him.

“I’m sorry!” I peered at his face, looking for signs of pain.

But he shook his head, his lips quirked in a self-deprecating smile. “You dinnae hurt me, lass. Squeeze me as much as you…oh fuck.” His eyes drifted shut, and he released a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”

I knew what was happening even as I dared to look between his legs.

And, oh wow, I was not disappointed.

Fergus pushed his hips forward, his brow furrowed in concentration as he filled Bram’s ass—sinking and sinking until his lube-slicked shaft was buried to the hilt. He stayed there a moment, his features stamped with bliss, before withdrawing a few inches and then surging back home.

Bram gave a choked moan, his chest heaving.

The air crackled with lust. A bomb could have struck the castle and I wouldn’t have noticed. I pumped my hand up and down Bram’s length, wanting to pay attention to Fergus’s movements but just as enthralled by Bram’s plump cock. More moisture had gathered at the tip, the bead trembling from my strokes and Fergus’s thrusts.

Some wild impulse seized me, and I bent and swiped my tongue over it.

“Holy shite,” Fergus mumbled.

Bram gave a guttural cry.

It was all the encouragement I needed. Gripping him at the base, I fastened my lips around his cock and sucked, swirling my tongue around the head. His taste filled my mouth—smoke and cedar and warm male. And just below the surface, his delicious blood. Moaning, I traced my tongue over a fat vein.

He pumped his hips faster, thrusting so eagerly I had to rise to my knees to accommodate him. The second I did, gentle fingers probed my sex.

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