Page 77 of The Midnight Order
She arches beneath my hand, and I capture her moan with my palm.
Instead of growing angry, Corvin turns his red eyes on Silver, watching as he tugs my cock again and makes me drive into herclothed center over and over as she decorates the house with her moans.
It’s the first time I’ve watched him as enamored with someone as he is with me. It was the first time I’ve witnessed him turn away from the tendency to fill with rage and jealousy that someone was touching me.
It gives me hope.
Which is a dangerous thing, especially for someone immortal.
“Kiss her,” I plead, panting through the ache in my cock as he continues to torment me with lazy pulls against it.
Corvin’s eyes flick to mine, indecision in them as he opens his mouth to argue.
They haven’t kissed yet, and if left up to him, I don’t know he’d ever make the move.
It’s so fucking selfish of me to force the issue in my presence, but I want him to close the distance and kiss her more than I want release.
“No. I don’t want your excuses. Kiss her.” I grow louder with my following command, which has Corvin looking at Silver’s lips longingly.
I lean over, brushing my lips against his ear. “She wants it.”
My hand slides over Corvin’s as I find Silver’s center, covered by her leggings but soaking them as the moments pass. Curling my fingers upward, I press them into the fabric and brush back and forth over her sex.
She growls in approval as Corvin leans closer.
“You want this?” he asks her, his words but a whisper.
She nods in my hand, and I release some of the tension, allowing her to swallow.
Allowing her to speak.
“I want this,” she answers, her tone filled with truth.
I press in as I continue to torture her through her leggings, and she moans, her eyes nearly rolling back.
“Kiss her, Corvin.”
There’s so much going on in Corvin’s desperate eyes, and I watch him dance closer and closer to Silver’s lips as I realize this is the first time I’ve had a moment like this with him.
Not even Valentina could be in the room with both of us simultaneously.
I think Corvin will turn away from Silver when she says, “Please.”
My sweet little mate cups her cheek, presses his lips to hers, and the world stops turning.
My fingers stop teasing Silver.
Corvin’s hand stops driving me insane over my cock.
And Silver stops breathing.
There’s this moment we’re all three suspended in, where nothing outside of it matters.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever been a part of or felt before.
Pure power emanates from their conjoined lips, and I bask in it as Corvin moans and takes Silver’s mouth deeper, harder.
As if someone has sped up a record, everything continues.
