Page 110 of They Are Mine

His tongue.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

I gasp, pulling off Orion, nails digging into his hips as Noah devours me.

His tongue is soft at first, teasing, slow.

Then he groans, gripping my ass, pulling me flush against his face, and it’s too much.

I arch, panting, my lips brushing Orion’s cock as pleasure crashes through me.

Orion grips my jaw, forcing my gaze up to him. “You gonna come on his tongue, sweetheart?”

Oh, god.

I nod, shaking, desperate.

And Noah?

He makes it happen.

Tongue curling, flicking, sucking.

I cry out, body trembling, my orgasm ripping through me, leaving me breathless.

I barely register Orion pulling me up, lifting me easily, his mouth crashing into mine.

I moan, my body still shuddering as he carries me to the bed.

I hear Noah kick off his jeans.

Orion lowers me onto the mattress, crawling over me, caging me in.

“You ready for this?” he rasps.

I laugh. Breathless. So fucking ready. “Wreck me, baby.”

Orion’s body presses me down, all heat and raw power, his cock teasing my entrance, his gaze locked onto mine.

Behind him, Noah kneels on the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching, waiting, his eyes dark with something filthy and perfect.

I shudder.

Because this is exactly where I belong.

“Goddamn,” Orion murmurs, gripping my thighs, spreading me open.

Noah leans down, mouth brushing my ear.

“Tell him,” he whispers. “Tell him how bad you need it.”

I whimper, arching up, Orion’s cock pressing just inside me, stretching, teasing, but not nearly enough.

Not yet.

“Please,” I pant, gripping his arms, his shoulders, anything I can reach.

Orion groans. Then? He snaps.

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