Page 62 of The Midnight Order
It feels as if it will devour me whole, if not depleted, it’ll vehemently chew me up and spit me out like the bones of discarded prey.
“Please,” I choke out, tears rolling down my cheeks as Jasper’s wild eyes take me in.
“Lick her wound closed,” Lowell tells him, his tone dropping huskily as he watches me writhe.
My hand slides over my belly, causing ripples of bliss to maneuver through the small cavities in my body and the branches of my synapses.
Jasper licks the tip of his tongue over my bloody wrist, his eyes never once dropping mine.
“She’s too high, Jas. You can’t leave her like this, but I don’t trust you with her.”
“Stay,” Jasper says. It’s choked and biting, but Lowell doesn’t take offense.
He only nods.
Jasper unbuttons my jeans, working them down over my skin, which is simultaneously too hot and too cold.
My center is sopping, soaking through my panties, and the cold air hits it and makes me greedier.
I moan as Jasper shoves my panties to the side, his eyes acutely taking me in like I’m a succulent fruit waiting to be devoured.
My eyes flick to Lowell, who then assures me I’m not alone with an answering touch on my hand.
I flip my wrist, intertwining my hand with his, as waves of venom swell in my veins, causing ripples of longing to overcome me.
Jasper presses me back, his hand on my stomach.
I lie back, arching as he spreads my folds before hesitating.
“Please,” I beg, my heart rattling and my skin itching the longer desire holds me tight in its grip.
“Jas,” Lowell adds, coming to my side, still holding my hand.
It feels odd, being so bare before two men, but I can’t think about it now.
I know I will later, but now, all I can think about is Jasper’s tongue on me and the salacious way it’ll feel to be touched finally.
“Close your eyes, little lamb. I’ve got you.We’vegot you.”
Listening hastily, I slam my eyes closed the moment Jasper’s tongue collides with my center.
A feral snarl comes from me as every bit of yearning races through my body like it’s got no idea how to behave.
“Fuck!” I groan, entirely aware of how unladylike I sound right now.
“Let Jasper make you feel better,” Lowell says low in my ear, causing whitecaps of goosebumps to crest on my skin.
Turning my face, I look deep into Lowell’s eyes. There’s reassurance in them. Solace floating on their outer surface as a reminder that I’ll be alright.
Even when it feels like pleasure is going to swallow me whole.
Tingling worms deeper into my body, burrowing into my bones as a burning ache takes up in my lower belly, and my moans roll through the room like decorations being hung around us.
“That’s it, let go,” Lowell tells me.
Jasper works a finger around the rim of my entrance, and I pray to whoever will listen for him to sink inside me.
This is madness, and the thought nearly breaks through the haze of venom in my body to set me free.
