Page 38 of Song Bird Hearts

I could say no, but why? What good would it do to turn down the opportunity to be worshipped by these two wickedly sexy men? I’m free. I’m in control. And I’m tired of doing what others tell me to do. I’m tired of following the rules of a society that would rip me to shreds if given the chance.

I reach out my hand for him. “Come on, sweet talker,” I rasp.

He immediately moves over to us as Wolf sinks back to his knees. Gilden drops to his knees beside Wolf, his eyes full of fire as he licks my thigh where Wolf had just left off. His hand slides up Wolf’s arm as he leans in.

“It’s been too long since I tasted you,cher,” he purrs.

“It was just yesterday,” I say breathily.

He grins up at me. “Exactly. Too long.”

And then with Wolf holding my hips steady, Gilden’s mouth replaces his. I moan, louder this time, as Wolf leans in and continues his own onslaught. Two tongues worship me, side by side, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I think I’ve ever experienced. Neither of them seems shy about being so close to another man, and while we hadn’t discussed it, it feels like they seem to enjoy the close proximity, their tongues touching as they stroke me.

“Holy fuck,” I choke out, my fists in both of their hair as I hold them against me. “I’m going to die.”

“We’ll bring you back,” Gilden promises, his voice full of wicked laughter against my skin.

They take turns, taking their time on me. One mouths my clit while the other licks at my entrance. They swap places, teasing each other, teasing me. My body is never left untouched, never left unwanting.

I come again, screaming and shaking.

Begging.

Just like Wolf said I would.

I collapse back against the tree, boneless and gasping, only held up by their arms. My thighs are still twitching from my release. The air is cool on my over sensitized skin, but I barely feel it. Especially when I’m floating, unraveling, my every nerve frayed raw by the mouths that had ruined me.

Wolf, still kneeling between my thighs, licks his lips up at me. Gilden, leaning against my hip, looks far too smug, his chin slick with the proof of my pleasure.

Again.

I don’t have words yet, only the dazed knowledge that Knox had run, but Gilden had stayed.

“Look at her,” Gilden murmurs, trailing a fingertip up my stomach. “Never seen someone come that hard without passin’ out. Damn,cher.’

I make a broken sound, half laugh, half moan.

“Y’ain’t done, are you,mon rossignol?” he teases, biting lightly at my thigh. “Feels like you got another in you.”

“No,” I pant. “Yes. I. . . I don’t even know.”

Wolf leans over me, his hands stroking a line down my chest. His voice is velvet-wrapped gravel. “You’ll finish when I decide you’re done.”

That tone makes my whole body clench again, but when I try to straighten, Wolf doesn’t let me. Instead, he stands smoothly and steps back, before pressing down on my shoulders. Meeting his eyes, I slowly sink to my knees as he unbuttons his pants and kicks off his shoes. Within a few seconds, he’s completely nude before me, his cock standing proud and at attention. And it’s a really fucking good cock. He’s hard, flushed, a bead of precum glistening on the tip.

My mouth waters.

Gilden let’s out a low, appreciative whistle. “Hell, I thought you’d already gotten yours,le loup.”

Wolf smirks. “I was busy.” His eyes flick down to me and then back up at Gilden, contemplation in his eyes. There’s something there, like he’s reading the both of us like a book, before his lips curl. His hand strokes his cock once before wrapping around the base of it. “Be a good girl, little star,” he says. “And share your meal with our guest.”

I freeze, my eyes going over to Gilden who looks anything but offended. Gilden raises his brow at Wolf and then meets my eyes. The slow smile on his lips gives me the answer I look for.

Gilden, my smooth talking Cajun, doesn’t conform to rules. Why would he do so now?

“On your knees,” Wolf commands, his voice thick with arousal. “Both of you.”

I slide into position first, still trembling but eager, my pupils blown wide as I watch Gilden’s movements. He follows with a hum of pleasure, settling beside me like he’s done it a hundred times.

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