Page 165 of Illusory

“Oh, god…please…I want…” I panted, barely able to speak as his fingers skirted me closer and closer to the edge.

“Say it,” he demanded lowly, the deep thrum of his voice making my skin pebble all over.

My gaze met Dominic’s again as the mounting heat continued to build. The way he was watching me slowly come apart, stroking the flames of the fire burning inside me, it was too much to take.

“Say it, angel. Tell him what you want or he’s going to stop.”

“No, please. I wantthis…I fucking want this,” I admitted as a jolt of arousal mixed with shame shot through me. Satisfied growls rumbled through the room like an audible symphony of their approval.

“What do you want, angel? Do you want him to make you come?”

Another needy whimper fumbled from my lips as Trace drove me closer and closer to the edge of no return. I was putty in his hands, mumbling indecipherable words and breathless pleads as I rocketed towards the summit. My head tipped back as my eyes slipped shut, lost to everything but theheat steadily building at the apex of my trembling thighs. I was so close, so desperate to cross the finish line that I could practically taste it in my mouth, and then Trace’s hand was gone from between my legs as he clutched my arms and spun me to face him.

“Wait!Nooo!Fuck,” I cried out. “Please.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked slyly, his eyes darkening as he grinned at me, both dimples pressing in as if to further torment me. “Were you about to come?”

I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out.

The taste of copper instantly filled my mouth and then Trace’s lips were on mine, sucking the metallic taste from my mouth as he slowly walked me backward toward the bed.

The back of my legs knocked into Dominic, surprising me since I hadn’t seen or heard him move from the door. I stumbled back and gasped, but Dominic quickly caught my hips to steady me between his legs. Trace broke off the kiss and then pulled back slightly, his eyes chasing the stars in mine before he smiled again and then lowered me down into Dominic’s lap, like he was gifting me to him.

“Angel,” murmured Dominic as he buried his face between the curve of my neck and shoulder and pulled me flush against his chest, his hard length pressing into my ass and making my blood sizzle.

“What’s going—oh.” My question dissolved into a breathless pant of need as Trace pulled his shirt off and revealed the kind of muscles that statues were carved for, turning my thoughts into an oil slick of bad ideas and guaranteed regrets.

My eyes tracked Trace’s every movement as he lowered himself onto his knees before me and reached out to hook his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, before tugging them down my hips and off my body, leaving me naked from thewaist down on Dominic’s lap.

Before I could even form the concept of a question, Dominic shifted beneath me, bringing his knees between my thighs and then spreading his legs as far apart as they could go—and forcing my legs open with them.

Desire flooded Trace’s eyes as he crawled forward and gripped my thighs, his fingers digging possessively into my skin and leaving marks I knew would be there long after tonight. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said softly, making my heart flipflop in my chest as he wet his lips and then buried his face between my legs again, licking and sucking and nipping like I was the last meal he was ever going to get.

Some kind of crazy, sexed-up mating call bellowed through the room, but it was only when Dominics slapped his hand against my mouth that I realized the sounds were coming from me and not some banshee in heat.

“Shhh,” he warned as he peppered my neck and shoulder with kisses. “You don’t want us to get interrupted again, do you, love?”

My response came in the form of a garbled moan against his palm.

“That’s my good girl,” he said as my hips bucked at the helm of Trace’s mouth. “So responsive,” he purred, his teeth grazing against my neck like a promise as his fingers coasted over my breast and then down my stomach, briefly pausing at the hem of my shirt.

I barely felt the fabric being lifted from my body, too consumed with the way Trace was torturously alternating between using his fingers and his tongue, and the way Dominic was palming my breast as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Warmth pooled low in my belly as I railed toward the precipice of an orgasm that had been building for what felt like hours, panicked that it would betaken away again.

“Lift those hips for him, angel,” he said as his hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he guided my movements against Trace’s eager mouth. “There you go, just like that.”

My cheeks flushed with heat as he continued to encourage me, his silky voice like an aphrodisiac flooding my veins and pulling me deeper under, his hands still controlling my hips and making me grind against Trace’s sweeping tongue. Electric jolts of pleasure radiated through my core as Dominic gripped my chin and brought my mouth to his in a claiming kiss that I felt all the way to the tips of my toes.

“Now come for us,” he whispered against my lips, and I unraveled wholly and completely, stars exploding behind my lids as liquid ecstasy fired through my bloodstream, making my legs shake and my hips buck as though I weren’t in control of my body anymore. Neither one of them let up, still kissing and sucking and licking into me as I rode out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

My body went limp in Dominic’s arms as my lids fluttered softly before shutting, feeling relaxed and content, as though I could curl up and go to sleep right where I was.

Dominic growled below me, the feel of his hardness pressing into me snapped my eyes back open as he ran his teeth along my throat. All I could see was Trace’s gaze moored to mine as his own fangs descended, his eyes as black as coal with not a speck of blue to be found.

“We’re not done,” he said, repeating the same words he said to me when we’d ported into my room earlier, except this time, he’d left no question behind his words.

55. THE EDGE OF OBLIVION

With my thighs still pinned and spread wide before Trace, he tilted forward and closed the small space between us.

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