Page 31 of Maiming
I shift beneath the now overly warm sheets. “I should go.”
Rime’s fingers catch my wrist as he leans closer to his friend.
“Stay,” Chaos whispers.
Hooded frost kissed eyes lock onto me until I give a jarring nod. Then he seals his lips to Chaos’.
And I stay. Like a fucking voyeuring fly on the wall.
Rime keeps his fingers tightly locked around my wrist while his other hand tips Chaos’ jaw up as he kisses him harder. Their hips rock against one another slowly, their bodies strong and hard and impossible to look away from.
Lower, Rime trails down. His teeth rake over the trembling pulse of Chaos’ neck. Rime kisses there sweetly until a groan hums through the room. He pauses to brush his mouth over one bare shoulder and then flicks his tongue along the smooth muscle of Chaos’ chest. It’s a slow and torturing exploration of every perfect part of the man beneath him.
My breath catches as Rime slides his tongue down the hard lines of Chaos’ stomach, making the man’s eyes close as his teeth sink into his lower lip. Pale blue eyes flicker to me, setting me on fire with the lustful look in his gaze. And then his hand slips away from mine and he pulls hard on the waist of Chaos’ jeans. Chaos glances to me with sated gaze before staring down at the ice shifter poised above him. The hard length of his cock makes my thighs shift together. A feeling low in my core tightens into an unbearable form of want.
The corner of Rime’s lips pull into a smirk as he holds Chaos’ gaze. His tongue is teasing as he flicks it against the tip. The small contact trembles through Chaos, making his muscles tense, his fingers fisting into the sheets.
Rime tastes him slowly, swirling his tongue against the head and the underside of his cock before fully pressing his lips over the thickness. Rime’s nails dig into Chaos’ hips, bringing him harder and deeper into his mouth with one long stroke.
Breathless curses rasp into the silence, but the way Chaos settles his palm against the back of Rime’s head is gentle. The way he touches him is unlike the way they fight with one another. It isn’t at all that taunting aggression they always cling to.
It’s light and patient.
Unsure and timid.
Rime grips Chaos’ wrist and shoves his fingers through his blond locks as he pushes his own mouth so far down Chaos’ cock that he takes nearly every hard inch. He urges him to take what he wants as he sucks harder.
“Fuck,” Chaos rasps before gripping Rime’s hair hard. Chaos’ hips thrust in motion with every move Rime makes, and he fucks his mouth in a carnal way that makes me ache just watching them.
My fingers drift lightly down my stomach and when I shove my skirt down my thighs and kick it off, I feel the heaviness of their gazes against my flesh. Smooth skin meets my fingertips as I trail down my hipbone. When my touch slips beneath my underwear, a growling groan sounds through the dimly lit room.
Slickness meets my touch and I try to match their pace, my gaze locked on the throbbing length of Chaos’ cock, the way Rime’s mouth slides faster and faster down the glistening shaft. My head tips back, a shuddering breath slips over my lips, and I push two fingers deep inside.
“Fuck, Arlow,” Chaos growls before his fingers fist through my hair and his mouth slams against mine.
Then he stiffens abruptly, groaning roughly against my lips the moment we touch.
An inch of space slips between us, his fingers loosen in my hair. My fingers hesitate beneath my underwear and I look down to see Rime swallow hard around Chaos’ cock.
My breathing wavers unsteadily through me. Almost as shaking as Chaos’ against my lips. It only intensifies when Rime lifts his head and pins that cold attention on me.
“Take your panties off.” The rigid edge of his voice hits my chest hard.
I sit up against the pillow, and I can’t take my eyes off him as I push my underwear down my thighs. Both men tilt their heads to look down at me, making me shift beneath their gazes.
“Fuck, Low.” Chaos’ voice is barely a whisper that fans against my neck. His big palm pushes against my shirt, raising the hem until his fingertips skim above my navel.
Rime’s hand teases the inside of my thigh. He takes his time trailing up my body until his fingers push up and then down my folds. Air catches in my lungs.
“You’re fucking dripping.” His chest rises and falls and still he takes his time teasing my sex. He circles my clit until my lashes flutter and then he sinks down low once more just to come up and do it all over again. “Do you like watching us? You like Chaos’ cock against my lips?”
A pitiful sound of agreement hums through me. His gaze narrows with that cruel look of amusement against his mouth.
“No, My Tamer. Tell me. Tell me you like watching me suck his cock.”
Chaos drags his teeth over the sensitive skin beneath my ear at the same time Rime presses hard against my clit.
A crying sound shakes out of me as I start to nod stiffly.
