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Or so I think.
Cold fingers trail so slowly over my stomach. From behind me, Rime slides his palm all the way down my body until he slips down my folds. I tremble hard between their chests when he presses circles over and over again against my clit. Up and down he glides along my pussy, taking the extra time to grind against the place where I really want him.
Rime teases my clit with long, unhurried strokes until Chaos lifts slightly. His tongue laps up every inch of my sex before his lips close over Rime’s circling fingers. He sucks hard against my clit before taking Rime’s fingers fully into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Rime rasps along my neck, and the quiet curse pulls a rumbling laugh from the man between my legs.
When Chaos drags his teeth back over my clit, his tongue flicking there hard, all the tension coiling in my core explodes. The thickness of Rime’s shaft grinds against my ass as I shiver from the feel of Chaos’ mouth devouring my orgasm.
Sinister pulls back from me, and I feel their attention burning up my skin, but Chaos never stops. From beneath my lashes, I look up at the demon holding me in his arms. The color in his eyes is just a thin rim of fire around big black pupils. His gaze flickers across every emotion I give him. His heated attention lifts to the man pressed against my back, and a devious smile curves Sinister’s lips.
Their eyes meet, holding hooded gazes while caressing my curves between them. It’s a smirking, silent look between them that sparks curiosity all through me.
“Are you two going to kiss?” The uneven words barely make it past my gasping lips before Chaos swirls his tongue deep inside me, tearing a shuddering moan from my throat.
“What?” Sinister’s hands halt against my hips. Confusion shadows his face now, the smirk no longer in place. “Why would we kiss?” He peers over my shoulder. “Not that you’re not an attractive guy. You’re decently good-looking.”
Rimes lips curve into a smile along my neck, kissing there before his rasping words whisper against my skin.
“Would you like that, Tamer?”
My only reply is a breathless sound as his fingers slide so slowly up and then down my sex.
“I’m not saying, I wouldn’t,” Sinister says as if he’s rationalizing to himself as well as us. He carries this conversation alone, all while Chaos’ mouth feels hungry against my sex, his hands gripping my ass to press my swollen pussy harder to his face. “I’m not afraid to kiss you. It’s just I’m not actually bise—”
His careful words are cut short when Rime abruptly grips the back of the demon’s neck.
“Shut up,” Rime rasps.
And then he slants his mouth to Sinister’s so hard both of them groan against one another, pressing me tighter between the hardness of their chests. Rime’s pale fingers clutch Sinister’s inky hair tightly, and his tongue spears into the demon’s mouth with a mixture of desire and aggression. Sinister tenses against me for less than a second before his palms slide up my stomach, pushing and kneading and filling his hands with the heaviness of my breasts while his tongue slides timidly along Rime’s.
Energy tightens unbearably within me as I watch them. It’s different. Rime kisses Sinister in a way that holds sexual tension, but all the lust within them isn’t with each other. Their hands roam over my smooth curves, my slick sex, my soft skin. The kiss between them just fuels the need to have me, it seems.
It’s just a kiss.
Nothing more, and I can see that.
But the way their cocks grind against me sets me into motion. My palm reaches back, sliding down the hard panes of Rime’s stomach. I slip beneath the thin material of his underwear, and my palm is met with smooth skin. My fingers almost wrap fully around his shaft, giving him a single, slow stroke before my other hand reaches out for the man in front of me. Both of them come impossibly closer, and when my hand trails beneath Sinister’s black underwear, he rocks his hips into my touch. I push my palm across the slick head of Sinister’s cock, and he groans against Rime’s lips, kissing him harder with every teasing touch I give him. The movement of my hands becomes a simultaneous, fluid motion.
Slowly, Chaos stands, and he glances down at the way my hand works up and down Sinister’s shaft before he looks at the two men kissing. With demanding intent, his finger’s slide against Rime’s jaw. He pulls Rime’s attention away from Sinister, and his mouth slides seamlessly over the ice dragon’s swollen lips. The rise and fall of Sinister’s chest and his big eyes are all I can see with the two shifters kissing between us. My attention holds on his before I kneel at their feet.
My hands drop away from them, and I put all my focus into Chaos. He shoves aside his underwear for me, and I smile at how quick he is to help in this moment. His palm holds his hard length, stroking down himself slowly while he kisses Rime. My lips part, and I almost take him in my mouth, but another thought is more demanding. I slide my tongue across every inch of him, flicking hard across the tip and getting a low groan shaking through his chest. I tease him slowly but never seal my lips over the tip of his cock.
After a minute, I stand quietly, taking him in my hand and sliding over the length of him to his tip until Rime’s in reach. They step closer together. With one hand, I take them both. Their hips rock in pace with my gliding palm as I roll my wrist along their throbbing erections. They fuck my hand, hips moving in motion so perfectly it makes my sex pulse for more. The smooth feel of both of them in my hand turns me on as much as it seems to turn them on. Growls rumble between them, making my breath shudder at the sound of it.
I barely turn away from the two of them when Sinister kisses me hard. He kisses me so hard it steals my unsteady breath away. A copper taste fills my mouth as he presses my lips into my teeth with so much passion it’s painful.
Sinister’s palms slip low, and in one quick swoop he’s lifted me up, holding me fully against him. I barely have time to grab on to his shoulders when he’s carrying me a few feet away. Smooth boards hit my back, but he never breaks our kiss. Wetness pools between my thighs as I slide my sex against his thick shaft.
He breaks the kiss to mumble against my mouth, “Tell me if I hurt you.”
My mind can’t seem to process his words, and only confusion follows the statement.
“Hurt me?” I ask as his teeth rake across my neck, kissing patient kisses to the spot just beneath my ear.
He takes his time giving the sensitive skin there his full attention with slow flicks of his tongue.
“I’m strong, Arrie. I try to hide it but I’m stronger than I pretend to be.”
