Page 26 of Emerald Treats
Saige's breath hitched above me, her fingers tangling in my red hair as I leaned closer, close enough that my breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh. She was so ready for me, so wet I could see her arousal coating her inner thighs.
"Bram," she whimpered, her hips already starting to rock toward my mouth. "Please..."
"Please what?" I teased, pressing the softest kiss to her inner thigh, just inches from where she needed me most. My demon blood was singing, every instinct screaming at me to devour her, but I wanted to savor this moment. The way she trembled beneath my touch, the little gasps falling from her lips.
"Please touch me," she breathed, and fuck if that wasn't the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.
I looked up at her through my lashes, taking in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her emerald eyes were dark with lust. "Touch you where, Princess? I am touching you."
Fischer chuckled from somewhere behind me as Sloane said, "Tell him exactly what you want. Use your words."
"I want your mouth," she said, her voice stronger now, more demanding. "I want your tongue on my pussy, Bram. I want you to make me come."
"Fuck yes," I growled, my control finally snapping. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue immediately finding her clit. The taste of her exploded across my taste buds—sweet and musky and so perfectly Saige that I actually moaned against her flesh.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed as I worked my tongue in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and when she tried to clamp her thighs together, Fischer and Sloane stood on either side of me, each one of them taking one of her legs. They were holding her wide open for me, and I didn't waste a single moment.
"That's it, Princess," I murmured against her, the vibrations making her gasp. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."
I alternated between long, slow strokes of my tongue and quick flicks against her clit, savoring every single sound that spilled from her lips. Each moan, each gasp, each broken whisper of my name drove me fucking wild.
"Look at how beautiful she is," Fischer's voice was rough with desire as his fingers traced along her collarbone. "So perfect for us."
"The way she responds to you, Bram," Sloane added, his grip on her thigh tightening. "She's shaking already."
I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her slick flesh. "That's because our little witch loves having her pussy eaten, don't you, Princess?" I didn't wait for an answer before diving back in, this time sliding two fingers inside her while my mouth focused on her clit.
"Oh gods, yes," she cried out, her fingers digging into my hair.
"Keep those legs open," Sloane commanded when she tried to close them again. "Let him work."
Fischer's hand found her breast through the fabric of her dress, his thumb brushing over her nipple. "You taste so good on his tongue, don't you, sweetheart? Look how hungry he is for you."
I was fucking starved for her. I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars, and worked it mercilessly while my tongue danced over her clit.
"Such a good girl," Fischer praised, his empathic abilities no doubt picking up on every wave of pleasure coursing through her. "Taking what he's giving you so beautifully."
"Don't you dare come yet," Sloane growled. "Not until he says you can."
The combination of their words and my relentless attention had her writhing beneath us, her fingers tugging almost painfully at my hair. I could feel her walls beginning to flutter around my fingers, could taste how close she was.
"That's it, Princess," I murmured against her, never stopping my ministrations. "Right there on the edge for me. You feel so fucking good, taste so fucking sweet."
"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Bram, please let me—"
"Not yet," I commanded, slowing my pace just enough to keep her teetering on that precipice. "I'm not done with you."
The bedroom door creaked open behind us, and I didn't need to look to know it was Faris. The sudden spike in excitement I felt through our bond was unmistakable—that chaotic, electric energy that followed him everywhere.
"Wonders never cease," came his muffled voice through what had to be that ridiculous ghost face mask.
I didn't stop my assault on Saige's pussy, but I could feel her tense slightly at his entrance. The combination of anticipation and arousal rolling off her in waves only made me hungrier.
"Fuck me," Faris breathed, and I heard the soft thud of his boots as he moved closer. "Bram, you magnificent bastard, look at how you're devouring our little witch."
The bed dipped as he climbed up beside us, positioning himself near Saige's head. Through my sex fueled delirium, I caught sight of that haunting white mask hovering over her face, and felt her shiver beneath my tongue.
"Hello there, beautiful," Faris purred, his voice taking on that predatory edge that meant trouble. "Enjoying yourself?"
