Page 62 of Kiss of Frost

My chest tightened as I looked down at it. The steel reflected my face even more clearly than the mirror had reflected Graeme’s. “It belongs to the leader of House Blackwood,” I said. “And that will probably never be me.” I cleared my throat and lifted my head. “But it doesn’t matter. I brought it as a gift for you.”

Graeme shook his head. He gave the dagger an admiring look. “No,” he said softly, “that’s a witch’s blade.” He looked at me, his blue eyes steady. “And you are a powerful witch, Georgie Blackwood. I inherited the fae gift of sensing power. Yours is stronger than you think, and that dagger is in the right hands.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“I vow it.” He snagged my hip and tugged me between his spread thighs. Contrition moved through his gaze as he looked up at me. “I tried to stop you from fulfilling your quest. I ask your forgiveness, lass. I’ll fly you to the Oracle in the morning if you wish it. I also seek its guidance, but I would have taken you anyway.”

My heart sped up as the heat from his hand seeped through the fabric covering my hip. “Will you ask the Oracle about your ice dragon?” Callum had told me Graeme was unsure of his status in the Brotherhood—which meant he was unsure what that meant for the three of us.

“Aye.” He grimaced. “I supposed that’s one benefit of retaining the ice. I won’t have any trouble flying you and Callum North.”

I twisted so I could look at Callum over my shoulder. “Oh, I probably wasn’t going to invite Callum,” I said lightly.

He offered me a lazy smile as he tipped his chair on its back legs. “There you go dreaming again.”

Desire stirred low in my belly. “Don’t forget that I’m in charge.”

“Is that what you like?” Graeme asked, drawing my gaze back to him. “To be in charge?”

The air in the room shifted. Tiny sparks danced on the currents, which slowed as Graeme palmed my other hip. His hands spanned my waist easily, his thumbs touching over my pubic bone.

“Sometimes,” I said, my voice breathless. We definitely weren’t talking about leading an Arctic expedition anymore.

He made a humming sound as he brushed his thumbs against my leggings. “Well, you definitely get the final say on who comes, lass. But hopefully we can convince you to let Callum join us.”

Callum’s chair creaked behind me. I turned to find him on his feet and advancing toward me, his movements fluid. “I’ll convince you, Georgie. I can be very persuasive…if you’re willing to listen.” My heart raced as he stepped close and pushed my hair over one of my shoulders. Then he lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

Shivers coursed down my spine. I swayed as desire swept me, and I braced my hands on Graeme’s thick shoulders. “I don’t know,” I moaned, feeling my way through the game as I went. My heart pounded faster. “I think I need to know what each of you has to offer before I decide.”

Graeme made a low sound I felt between my legs. “Callum? Do you have any ideas?”

“As it happens…” With a firm but gentle hand on my shoulder, Callum pushed me slowly to my knees. His growl rumbled above me. “Why don’t you take that big dick of yours out, Graeme, and give our witchling a taste of what you have to offer.”

My pussy clenched. On my knees between them, I should have felt small and vulnerable. Instead, I felt powerful. They wanted me, and they intended to have me—together. There was no question we were headed in that direction. Currents of lust slid over my skin as Graeme spread his legs wider. Firelight danced over the tattoos around his wrist as he unfastened his pants and withdrew his cock. It was hard and swollen, the thick veins plump with his arousal. The tip bobbed inches from my lips as he gave himself a slow stroke.

Callum ran soft fingers through my hair. “Do you want to suck him?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I said, my voice more breathless than before. I licked my lips, and both men groaned. Callum kept a light grip on my hair as he guided my head forward.

“Nice and wide, lassie,” he said. When I followed his instructions and took Graeme’s cockhead into my mouth, Callum gave a throaty growl of approval. “There you go.” Fingers in my hair, he tugged my head back and forth, working my mouth up and down Graeme’s cock. “He’s too big for you to take him all the way, so you’ll have to use your hand. That’s my girl, wrap your fingers around his base. Good. Now stroke him as you suck.”

I gripped Graeme’s dick and moaned around it, practically drunk on lust. Everything about this was so, so filthy—Callum’s orders, his fingers tangled in my hair, the floor digging into my knees, Graeme watching through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips parted and his big chest rising and falling more quickly.

With Callum’s hand doing the steering, I had no choice but to keep my jaw stretched wide and accept the dick thrusting into my mouth. Graeme grew harder against my tongue. The fire crackled as Callum continued bobbing me forward. My jaw began to ache, but I didn’t want to stop. My saliva flowed more quickly, wetting Graeme’s dick and dribbling down my chin.

“Fuck,” Graeme said softly, thrusting to meet my mouth.

“Uh-uh,” Callum scolded, pulling me off Graeme’s dick. “You’re not in charge, remember?”

Graeme tipped his head back and cursed at the ceiling, and Callum chuckled as he turned me toward him and rubbed his thumb over the hinge of my jaw, soothing the ache with firm circles. “You okay, darlin’?” he asked, heat and tenderness in his glowing eyes. His touch was achingly gentle as he wiped the drool from my chin.

“Yes,” I said huskily.

“Can you handle more?”

“Please.”

Approval flared in his eyes. He stepped back and shifted to smoke, shedding his clothes. On the chair, Graeme did the same. Then they shifted back, and I was on my knees between two large and very hard men. Graeme’s dick jutted from his hips, the shaft glistening from my mouth. Callum’s cock was less girthy but it curved slightly. More heat flared under my skin as I remembered how he used that curve to his advantage, hitting all the right spots whenever he was inside me.

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