Page 80 of Illusory

“Anywhere you want to,” I answered breathily as a dark blush coated my cheeks. I hadn’t meant for it to come out sounding so…lusty.

A gravel-filled hum rumbled out from somewhere deep in his throat as his gaze flicked down from my eyes and then dropped further down, and further still, like he was imagining all sorts of nifty places to bite me. “Anywhere?” he asked, his voice impossibly deep and making my skin catch fire. “Don’t say that unless you really mean it.”

Before I could say it again, Dominic stepped up behind me, his taut chest gently grazing against my back as Trace’s hand slid down from my face to the base of my neck, histhumb dragging against my skin like liquid fire. I bit down on my bottom lip, afraid of the sound that was trying to make its way out as Dominic’s hands flitted over my shoulders and then into my hair, gathering it all up into a ponytail and then using it to tug my head back, leaving my neck fully exposed and to the mercy of Trace.

Something about the way they were both handling me at the same time, so perfectly and coordinated, like they were an orchestra, and I was the instrument that drove their symphony and consumed their muse. It made my stomach tighten, and my thighs clench together.

Cursing my raging hormones, I swallowed against the dryness in my mouth and balled my hands into fist to keep from doing something crazy like reaching out and touching them. Both. At the same time.

Trace’s dimples flashed again as he flexed his jaw and then lowered his mouth to my throat, his fangs clicking out as he inhaled the scent of my skin, his lips raking over my neck and mapping every grove and hollow like he was charting a map to his buried treasure. To an unmarked spot that would be just his.

I liked the idea of him marking me like that. Dominic too. Maybe I even liked the idea of the two of them doing it at the same—

Sharp fangs pierced through my skin without warning, and I winced, but only for a split second before the bite turned molten and everything inside of me from the waist down liquified.

A pleased whimper sounded from me as Dominic tugged at the ponytail again, making my head jerk back further as his other arm banded around my waist, holding me tightly against him. His hand flattened across my abdomen and then stayed there, waiting, assessing, and then it was moving again,tantalizingly slow as he glided over my navel and slid further down, the tips of his fingers skirting dangerously close to the hem of my jeans. My breath stalled in my chest and my middle warmed with an unbearable heat.

The more they pressed my buttons, the harder I pressed my thighs together as they continued to stimulate all my senses at the same time and in the most dizzying of ways imaginable. The heat in my belly blossomed and then spread lower, my body squirming between them with a sudden aching need for more than just teeth and hands.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the inappropriate thoughts out of my head.

A rumble vibrated against my neck as Trace shuffled forward, pressing himself against my body and pinning me back against Dominic in a way that let me feel both of them, wholly and completely and on every front, and made the inappropriate thoughts come rushing back into my mind like a geyser.

Had he done that on purpose? Was he teasing me or…testing me?

I wasn’t sure, and then Dominic’s hand was inside my jeans, and I was sure the two of them were conspiring to make me lose my mind entirely.

Howwas this happening right now? Was it even real or was I dreaming with my eyes open? The latter seemed like a very likely possibility considering how much blood I’d lost today.

Skillful fingers slid down deeper inside my jeans, gingerly stroking me over the fabric of my underwear, slow and torturous as if to draw out my need until that too was robbing me of my sanity. My hands fisted into Trace’s shirt, clawing and pulling as Dominic lowered his face beside mine to watch. His cheek brushed against mine as his teeth scraped the curveof my jaw, touching but not biting, and then dragging down the length of my neck.

I wondered what he was doing, and for a moment, if he was going to bite me too, and then his fingers pushed my underwear over to the side and all the thoughts in my mind tumbled away like ashes in the wind.

Yup. I wasdefinitelydreaming.

A rush of liquid heat flooded my body and Trace bit down harder, the combination nearly sending me tumbling over the edge. It was all too much—too much sensation, too much to process—and yet somehow still not enough.

My hips bucked forward and up, starving for more friction, for the release that my body so desperately needed. Trace pulled back, his teeth leaving my neck so abruptly that I barely had a chance to protest the loss before his lips were on mine, pushing my mouth open and claiming me with so much force that I was sure I would’ve fallen back onto my ass had it not been firmly pressed against Dominic.

My greedy hands raced up to Trace, against the hard ridges of his chest and then into his hair that felt like silk and sex against my fingertips. My hips twitched and rocked again, chasing Dominic’s hand and the friction and the swirling fire building between my legs that spurred me on like a woman possessed.

Every nerve ending in my body was pulsing, tightening, vibrating, but before I could reach what I was damn-near starving for, I was abruptly jerked forward, away from Dominic’s hand and his grip on my hair and his hardness pressed against my back and up into Trace’s arms, my legs clamping tightly together around his waist.

His mouth was still on mine, devouring my lips and tongue as he spun us around, putting his own back to Dominic and then walking me backwards until my back hit the steelbars.

I’d meant to come up for air then, to slow everything down for a beat and figure out what the hell had just happened, but my grinding hips hadn’t received the memo. And then the building pressure was back, steadily climbing back to that soaring peak that made the world fall away from me as Trace thrusted his hips against my center, his tongue stroking mine possessively and without abandon.

I was so close. So damn close, and then he was gone too, stumbling back a couple of feet and taking his tongue and hands and hips and my orgasm right along with him. My feet dropped to the ground so ungracefully that I nearly went down with them had it not been for Dominic holding my arm to steady me.

He’d broken us apart.

Before I could orient myself or even regain my proper footing, Trace was barreling back, shoving forward again to reclaim me as Dominic stepped out to block him, shoving him back again with both hands. A threatening animal-like noise thundered through the room, but I wasn’t even sure which of the two had made it.

“Get out of my fucking way,” snarled Trace, his face lined with shadows and edges that made him look like he was willing tokillto finish what we had started.

All the heat and pulsating need that had been ravaging my body seconds ago had vanished as our daunting reality settled back into my stomach like a rock.

“That’s not going to happen, Romeo,” said Dominic, sounding far more relaxed than I knew he was. “Put a leash on it and settle down before you lose control.”

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