Page 101 of Storm of Stars
I surged forward before he could say another word, cupping his face in my hands and capturing his mouth with mine. It was a long, deep kiss, a kiss that spoke of belonging, of belonging nowhere except to one another.
My tongue sought out Ezra’s, deepening the kiss as I felt the heat of his hands trail down the curve of my spine. Suddenly, Zaffir was pressed against my back, brushing a trail of slow, burning kisses along the side of my neck. I sighed into Ezra’smouth, surrendering to the warmth and weight of both of their bodies enveloping mine.
My hands roamed over Ezra’s chest until I found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward until it came free, exposing every hard line of his torso. Zaffir whistled low in my ear as the sight of him came fully into view, strong, broad, and beautiful.
I tilted my head back over my shoulder, finding Zaffir’s mouth and capturing it in a languid, burning kiss. Meanwhile, Ezra worked the straps of my tank top down from my shoulders, brushing calloused fingers across bare skin as he pulled it slowly down my arms, until I was bared to the room and the warmth of their gazes.
For a moment, we were suspended there, breathless and tangled together, hands and mouths finding every surface, every curve, every scar as we sank deeper into one another.
“Brexlyn,” Zaffir’s voice was a low, teasing whisper brushing against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Did you enjoy Ezra’s gift?”
I nodded, breathless, unable to piece together words as both of their hands roamed over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Then don’t you think he deserves a proper thank you?” Zaffir purred.
I met those molten gold eyes, then glanced toward Ezra, who was leaning back on the ground now, legs slightly parted, pupils blown wide, every inch of him focused on us as we sank down to him. Together, Zaffir and I closed the space between us and Ezra like predators approaching a prize.
I hooked a finger into the band of Ezra’s pants and drew them down slowly, teasing every inch of skin as I uncovered him, until he was bare before us. The sharp intake of his breath spoke louder than words.
Beside me, Zaffir sank closer, brushing a kiss across Ezra’s hip as I drew my gaze up to Ezra’s dark, smoldering eyes and smiled.
“Yeah,” I said, brushing my palm across Ezra’s thigh as I sank closer, brushing my lips just shy of where he needed them most, “I think he does.”
I settled in between his spread legs and wrapped my fingers around his hard length. He exhaled sharply at the first brush of my hand against him. I began pumping, slowly, tauntingly and he was lost to the sensation. I dropped my mouth and took Ezra all the way to the base. My lips tightened around him, my tongue rubbing against the underside of his hard shaft as I drank him in.
“Oh fuck,” Ezra groaned, his head falling back.
“God, you are beautiful on your knees,” Zaffir said from behind me as I continued to bob on Ezra’s cock. I felt his fingers dance along my thighs, drawing taunting circles closer and closer to my center. I wiggled my ass for him, hoping he’d get the point. Finally his fingers brushed against my core, finding me wet and ready of course. I always was for my Wildguard.
I was taking Ezra as deep as I could manage in my throat, while Zaffir teased my clit with his masterful fingers.
“You know,” I said, releasing Ezra with apop. “Ezra technically got you a house too,” I teased with darkened eyes.
Zaffir met my gaze, removing his fingers and sliding them into his mouth for a taste of my arousal. His golden eyes glinted with delight and mischievousness.
“You’re right, Brexlyn,” he said, crawling on the blanket beside me, forcing Ezra to widen his legs to accommodate us both. Ezra watched us with wide eyes, and heaving breath.
Zaffir lowered his mouth to Ezra’s hard shaft, and licked from base to tip.
“Fuck,” Ezra cursed, his fingers knotting in the blanket beside him.
“Hmm,” Zaffir said, licking his lips. “Delicious.”
Then we both descended on Ezra’s cock. Within moments we were both running our lips and tongue over him in perfect tandem. We licked and kissed each other on and around Ezra. He drove his hips so that his cock thrust between our mouths.
Ezra’s hand tangled in my hair and pulled me off of his cock and dragged my lips to his. He drank the taste of us off his lips in our kiss. “I need to taste you,” he demanded. Pulling me up his body until I was straddling his shoulders backwards, facing Zaffir. Zaffir still masterfully sucked and swallowed at Ezra, as Ezra pulled my hips down. He devoured my pussy like it was the only thing he had ever wanted to do, and I screamed out his name. Zaffir watched us with burning eyes as his tongue painted Ezra’s cock.
I bucked my hips, unable to stop myself from chasing the climax that was building in my lower belly. Zaffir reached a hand up and pressed his skillful fingers back against my clit and the pressure was just enough to have me detonating onto Ezra’s mouth. He drank up every ounce of my arousal with eager laps of his tongue.
I felt them maneuver me around so that I was now laying down on Ezra, my back against his chest. Zaffir didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, he simply lined up and slammed his cock into my pulsing core.
“Zaffir!” I cried out, as he fucked me though the shockwaves of my orgasm as Ezra held me from below.
I felt his hands snaking around to where Zaffir and I were joined and gently prodding at my tight entrance. I groaned as he slid the first finger in, and then the second. By the time he stretched me with the third finger Zaffir and I were both panting and desperate for more.
“Get inside of her now, Ezra,” Zaffir commanded through his tenuous composure. “I need to feel you both.”
Ezra removed his fingers, and replaced them with the head of his cock. This new angle made his intrusion utterly delicious and beautifully painful. I gasped as he slowly sank into me, inch by glorious inch. Zaffir slowed to allow us both to feel the slow claiming. When Ezra was fully seated, the three of us breathed heavily together, our chests rising and falling in rhythm.
