Page 69 of Cross the Line
Everything inside me turns molten.
Everything in me bursts to life when Elijah’s thumb inches higher, strumming my turgid nipple.
“Oh my God,” I sob into Jayden’s shoulder as he stands tall.
Elijah’s jaw locks against my shoulder for one held heartbeat, then loosens with a quivering sigh. “You’re so soft, Fin…”
“Fucking perfect,” Jayden says, gripping the waistband of my leggings and tugging them over my hips and down my legs with a light rake of his calloused palms.
I don’t know where I am, what day it is, or what I’m doing. I don’t even care, as long as they don’t stop touching me. The need consuming me is unbearable. Stifling.
My lungs burn. I am burning. Exquisitely. Divinely.
Good God, my eyes roll to the back of my head when Elijah licks behind my ear, and as he sucks my flesh into his mouth, I could die.
“Eli,” I whine into the air as his fingers pinch my stiff nipple, rolling it at the same time Jayden’s body presses to mine. “Harder, Eli… please… more…”
Jayden’s foot nudges mine apart, making space for him to stand between both mine and Elijah’s spread legs.
“You want to be branded, Baby?” Jayden asks, blowing a hot, anise-tinged breath over my face. “You want to have my marks on you? Our man’s marks?”
Our man.I can’t get over how good that sounds.
“Huh, Fin?” When I nod frantically, he smiles at Eli. “Our girl wants to be branded, Sweetheart… you can give her what she wants.”
Jayden leans over me, and his mouth engulfs mine in a hungry kiss. Without any restraint, he steals all the breath from my lungs. Gulping down my moan when Elijah’s teeth sink deeper into that oversensitive spot, and his hand cups the apex of my thighs.
“JJ… oh, God…” My cry hisses out when he swirls his thumb at the top of my slit, teasing my tight bud.
The next time Elijah kisses my neck, his mouth pauses a heartbeat away, his breath mixing with mine.
“Good?” Jayden murmurs, his mouth below my ear, next to Elijah’s, while his other hand skims up Elijah’s forearm.
“So good,” I bluster into Jayden’s chest as Elijah’s hand grips my boob tighter and he hums, “Mhmm… don’t stop…”
Moving my panties aside, Jayden presses his thumb through my folds to my entrance.
No.
I freeze. Reality setting in.
Elijah pauses beneath me; the slow rut of his groin into my ass stops as Jayden pulls away.
“You okay, Baby?” he asks, removing his hand from my pussy at the same time Elijah eases his grip on my breast.
“You want to stop, Angel?” Eli rumbles in my ear.
Awareness hits hard and fast as the cool air chills my hot flesh.
God, I hate my period so much right now.
Turning my face into his neck, I groan my disappointment into his pounding pulse. “I’m still bleeding, Eli.”
His hand instantly tightens on my heavy, swollen flesh again, letting me know he’s unfazed, while his other hand smooths over the flat of my belly and slips into my underwear.
He nips the top of my ear and whispers, “It won’t be the first time you’ve bled on me.”
This is different. A period is not like the first time you have sex, but… something stirs in me at the memory.
