Page 106 of Death Warden
He leaned over me, grasped my jaw, and kissed me, pumping inside me slow and easy, building and building, his tongue mimicking his thrusts. We were alone and yet not, surrounded by sexual energy that buzzed against our skin. I could feel Spectre’s desire and Logan’s need as if they were my own. Twisting and twining and heightening my pleasure until it was a supernova waiting to explode.
Curo tore his mouth from mine. His lips grazed my ear. “Fuck, Adi, you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna blow.” He reared back, hooked my thighs over his elbows, and picked up the pace. The slap of flesh, my groans, and Logan’s and Spectre’s moans created a symphony. I came around Curo’s cock, my whine of release snagging in my throat as I rolled my hips against him, desperate to milk the sensation, but Curo withdrew, leaving me empty and aching.
“Please.” The fire was still there, still needing to erupt.
“I’ve got you.” Logan covered my feverish body, planting kisses on my cheek and jaw before claiming my mouth. He tasted like strawberries and summer, his kisses like velvet. He kissed my chest and took my nipple in his mouth, scraping it with his teeth.
I was throbbing, still in the midst of an orgasm that needed to continue. “Logan, please.” He flipped me onto my front, and I pushed my ass into the air. “I need you.”
He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Fuck, Adi, I want this ass so bad.”
“Yes.” I pushed against him and sucked in a breath when I felt the head of his cock.
Spectre made a needy sound that ended in a growl. “Did you bring lube?”
“No,” Curo said.
Spectre wrapped my hair around his wrist, tugging my head back to plant a hard kiss on my mouth. “Next time.” He looked over my shoulder at Logan. “Take her pussy.” He focused on me. “Keep your eyes on me. Head up. I want to see you come.”
I nodded, chest tight with anticipation.
Logan rubbed the head of his cock against me, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“Look at me, Adi,” Spectre demanded.
I opened my eyes on a whimper. “Please just fucking fuck m—”
Logan entered me in one thrust, cutting off my words and stealing my breath. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes.”
Logan kicked the orgasm Curo had started back into gear. My body wound tight, almost painful in intensity.
Embers danced in Spectre’s eyes, his pupils expanding to eat them away as I rode the wave of sensation, allowing the supernova inside me to shatter me into a million pieces.
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SPECTRE
Before the mark, the thought of my mate with another male would have evoked rage. But the rage is absent, buried beneath the need to please her. To see her pleasure. To watch her moan and come unraveled.
Watching Curo and Logan drive her to the edge of pleasure and beyond has me so hard I feel as if I’m about to explode. I need to bury myself inside her. To revel in our mate bond and in this new conduit connection.
My chest vibrates with power as I pull her onto my lap. She thinks she’s sated. She believes she can’t possibly experience any more pleasure now.
I rake my fingers through her silken hair, hug her nape with my palm, force her head back, and kiss her throat with lips and tongue, tasting the sheen of sweat on her body laced with the oils from the massage. Vanilla and sweet almonds.
She groans and rubs herself against my cock, coating it in her juices.
I let her take the lead. Let her chase her pleasure. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she raises herself and takes me.
I swallow a curse as my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. She’s like a glove, an undulating fucking sheath. I grit my teeth, grab her ass, and thrust upward to meet her.
Our pleasure is too heightened, and we come too soon, lips crashing together in open-mouthed kisses as we devour each other’s cries.
In that moment I know that I’d do whatever it takes to keep our unit safe, to protect my mate and the males bound to her.
She is mine, and so are they.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
