Page 63 of Run of Ruin

Then his tongue swept through my slit and I bucked against the two of them as they both drank my pleasure from me. Their faces must have been close, I felt them fight against each other for the honor of devouring me, their tongues trying to reach for the same spots in my core. Then I heard the most sinful sound in the world. Their tongues clashed against each other and for a moment they stopped drinking me, and drank each other.

“Oh my God,” I whispered. Feeling my whole body shiver at just how much the thought of their mouths locked, and their tongues fighting against each other with my arousal on their taste buds turned me on.

“Hmmm,” Zaffir hummed, and Ezra’s tongue returned to my clit. “Did you like hearing me taste your cum off of Ezra’s tongue, Brexlyn?”

“Yes!” I screamed out.

Zaffir’s tongue danced along my opening, dipping inside gently, and reverently. It wasn’t rushed or ferocious. It was delicate and searing. Then he licked upward, traveling to the puckered hole, his tongue dancing around it, soaking it with his saliva and my slick arousal that coated it.

Someone pressed a finger into my slick opening just as Ezra sucked my clit into his mouth and Zaffir pressed his tongue against the tight opening. The sensations were overwhelming, all consuming, and the orgasm slammed into mewith a weight I was glad I didn’t have to carry alone. Their strong hands held me in place as I fell apart.

My release wracked through my body for several long moments. I had no idea how long I was sitting there, my core dripping onto the man beneath me, but they let me sit there and ride wave after wave of delicious release. Then I stood slowly. I carefully stepped over Ezra, and then turned to face them for the first time.

They were both staring at me, their eyes dark and searching. Hungry. Ezra stood and pressed his shoulder against Zaffir.

I flicked my eyes between the two of them and saw evidence of my release glistening on their lips. I couldn’t stop myself. I sprang forward, pressing my lips to Ezra’s, desperate for a taste of us. His tongue danced along mine, and the burst of flavor was so sinfully us. I pulled back, and his wide eyes with blown pupils watched back. Then I turned to Zaffir and kissed him. This was a rather filthy first kiss, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. His hands wrapped around my waist and he kissed me like he’d been waiting years to do so.

When I pulled back, all three of us were breathing heavily, our shoulders heaving with exertion and excitement. We watched each other for a few deliciously silent moments, then Zaffir turned to look at Ezra. The same hunger in his eyes. My nipples pebbled beneath the silk and almost painfully pressed against the fabric as I waited for them to show me what I only heard before.

“You want to see what our mouths did when you couldn’t see them, don’t you?” Zaffir asked me, but didn’t pull his eyes from Ezra who had turned to meet his gaze, his body tense, but in an anticipatory way.

“Yes,” I answered. “Show me.”

Zaffir grabbed Ezra’s neck, and pulled him forward, latching his mouth onto his. All three of us groaned at the same time at the erotic and perfect display. Zaffir took charge of the kiss, but Ezra pressed back with fervor and eagerness. I pressed forward, unable to help myself and brought my mouth to theirs. As my eyes closed, I didn’t know who’s lips were whose, or who’s tongue was where, but for a few blissful moments we did nothing but chase sensations.

A knock at the door had us all breaking apart, taking a few steps from the erotic hold we just had on each other.

Our eyes met in a sort of playful and reverent agreement. No words had to be spoken yet, but we knew that there was something here. Something building and it was as special as it was dangerous.

The knock sounded again, and Zaffir cleared his throat. “I know you’re in a nightgown babe, but you might be in the best position of all of us to open the door,” he said with a smirk, indicating the thick outlines in their pants. God, if we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have loved to get a look at those up close and personal.

I forced a smile, smoothing my hair down as best I could while padding across the room toward the front door. My pulse was still thudding from Ezra’s proximity, and Zaffir’s dirty words, my skin prickling with leftover electricity. I took a steadying breath and reached for the handle.

When the door swung open, my jaw damn near hit the floor.

“Hey there, roomie,” Thorne grinned, standing shoulder to shoulder with Briar, both of them lugging duffel bags. His eyes did a quick, unabashed sweep of me, and his grin widened. “Damn, that’s one hell of a welcome outfit.”

It took me a beat too long to register what he meant, untilI remembered the silk nightdress, the way it barely covered anything, and the glaring fact that I wasn’t wearing a single thing beneath it.

“We were told you knew we were coming,” Briar said, her voice softer, carrying a faint note of apology as her heated gaze flicked down, then respectfully back to my face. God, I probably looked like a wreck. A well-satisfied wreck, but a wreck nonetheless.

“That’s my fault,” Zaffir called from the kitchen, amusement in his voice. I turned just enough to see him leaning against the far end of the island beside Ezra, both of them looking entirely too pleased with themselves. “I was on my way to tell you, but,” he shrugged, smirking, “got a little distracted.”

I felt my face flush hot, the kind of deep, traitorous blush that climbed down my neck.

“Can we come in?” Briar asked, one brow raised, polite despite the whole situation.

“Oh, yeah, of course. Come in,” I stammered, stepping aside as gracefully as one could while half-naked in front of three very attractive men and one stunningly beautiful woman.

The two of them brushed past me, carrying the scent of cool air and woodsmoke, and I quickly closed the door behind them, pressing my back to it for a moment longer than necessary.

Briar and Thorne dropped their bags by the couch, both turning to face me at once. The sight of them hit me harder than I expected, like something in my chest unspooled all at once, and I hadn’t even realized how tightly wound I’d been. I hadn’t seen them since we were yanked apart after crossing the finish line three days ago, and now that they were here,standing in my living room like no time had passed, it hit me just how much I’d missed them.

Without thinking, I rushed forward and threw my arms around Thorne’s waist. He let out a surprised laugh, his arms wrapping around me without hesitation as I melted into his warmth.

“Hey there, love,” he murmured, one hand sifting gently through my hair, smoothing it down like he’d done it a thousand times before.

I pulled back, my eyes immediately finding Briar. She was already watching me, her expression softer than I’d ever seen it. I didn’t hesitate. I stepped into her, burying myself in her arms. She held me tighter than Thorne had, like she was afraid if she let go, I’d vanish.

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