Page 163 of Illusory

“And we should celebrate.” Trace’s dimples pressed in ashe wet his lips.

My stomach clenched at his words, at the sultry look in his eyes. “We just…we already did,” I reminded him as Dominic hopped up to take a seat on the kitchen island, a devious smile curling his mouth as though we were about to put on a show for him in the middle of the kitchen.

Which wedefinitely were not.

“I have one more thing I want to give you,” he said, his pupils filling up the whole of his irises until nothing but starlight remained. “Will you let me?” he asked, his baritone voice practically rumbling through my bones.

“Okay,” I whispered breathlessly, not even sure what I was agreeing to. Biting down on my lip, my breath hitched as his fingers trailed down from my waist to the hem of my jeans. Flicking open the top button, I caught his wrist and stilled his hand before he could do anything else.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, half panic-stricken, half fascinated.

“I’m giving you my present,” he stated simply, as if it were plain to see.

My stomach somersaulted as Trace slowly lowered himself to his knees, his heated gaze never leaving mine. His hands slid around my hips to grab my ass, pulling me flush against his face. I gasped as he nuzzled against the apex of my thighs, showing me what he intended to do—what he wanted.

“Trace,” I squeaked, my voice tight with nerves and adrenaline. Getting carried away in the morning while bloodsharing was one thing, but this...there would be no coming back after this. Suddenly the implications were impossible to carry. “I think we should call it a night.” My eyes darted to Dominic, who was watching us with rapt attention, his dark gaze smoldering like coal on a fire.

“Why would we do that?” asked Trace distractedly as henipped at me through my jeans.

Goddammit. “Because we can’t do this. It’s not right.”

“Says who?” he murmured as he popped the second button on my jeans, his breath fanning against my exposed stomach as he looked up at me under his thick, dark lashes. “No one has to know but us.”

Well…I bit my lip, warring with myself for an embarrassingly long moment.Maybe we could just—no. No. This was crazy.Wrong.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as my eyes flicked back to Dominic again, searching for some allegiance. For some help. He just sat there, casually perched on the kitchen island, and if the small smirk playing on his sinfully sculpted lips was any indication of his stance, there would be no words of reason coming from him.

Still, I knew this wasn’t right. It was dangerous and reckless, and it needed to stop right then and there, regardless of the way Trace was looking up at me, or the way his hands on my body was making my skin feel like it was on fire.

“This isn’t…we shouldn’t,” I mumbled weakly, my fingers threading into his hair as he lowered my zipper—slowly as if to give me ample time to stop him.

I’d meant to push him away then, to put an end to this madness before it even got started, but somehow, my hands hadn’t received the memo and instead appeared to be marveling at how silky soft his hair felt.

Trace hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and panties and then tugged them halfway down my thighs. Cool air kissed my overheated flesh, making me shiver. “Let me make you feel good.”

The rational part of my brain screamed that we shouldn’t be doing this here, where anyone could walk in at any moment. That we shouldn’t be doing thisanywhere, but theache between my thighs had nearly drowned that part out entirely. I wanted his mouth—no. Ineededhis mouth on me.

My skin buzzed as I watched him kiss a trail up my inner thigh, eviscerating the very last remnants of my resolve. Gripping my hips, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss above my center before his tongue darted out to taste me.

“Oh god,” I whimpered, my fingers fisting into his hair as my legs jerked against the constraints of my jeans.

Trace groaned in response and then licked a long, slow stripe up my center, sending sparks of heat shooting through me. My hips bucked up to meet his mouth, and his grip on my hips tightened, holding me in place as he continued swirling and flicking his tongue against me.

“Trace,please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging him for. For my sense to come back? For more? For him to never stop? He hummed against my heat in response, the vibrations making me bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out for more.

Tension coiled deep in my belly as I looked up and locked gazes with Dominic, his dark eyes blazing as he watched us from across the room. My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of his stare, at the way he studied every shudder and moan that Trace was pulling from me. The intense, hungry way he watched me only heightened the haze that was taking over my existence. I couldn’t look away from him, not even when Trace slid his finger inside me and then sucked me between his lips.

There were no more thoughts of tomorrow or consequences or why this was a horrible idea. Only the moment and Dominic’s eyes on me and the feel of Trace’s tongue licking at me as his finger stroked that sweet spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Liquid warmth pooled in my center as my head floppedback against the cabinet. My lips parted on a scream that was abruptly cut off by a hand pressing down over my mouth. My eyes popped open to Dominic standing over me with a finger pressed over his lips in a shushing gesture as Trace climbed up from his knees and straightened.

What in the actual fuck?

Before I could growl out my frustration at the both of them for their horrible bedside manner, my human ears finally caught up to their vampire ones.

Footsteps.

Shit.

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