Page 94 of First Offense
Only it wasn’t Layla, but a different Noir.
The female I’d helped to save long, long ago.
On the night I let her mate live...
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Raven
Sorin clutcheda chipped piece of tile, using it to scrape another line across the wall.
Seven nights.
I sprawled on the largest bed I’d ever had in my life as I lazed with Zian. “When do you think they’ll let us out?” I asked. It wasn’t the first time we’d been relocated or locked in our cells for an extended length of time, but I didn’t like the tension in the air.
Something was coming.
Something big.
I just couldn’t figure out what.
Fortunately, my mates and I found a pleasant way to pass the time. But all of us were itching for some time outside. Some fresh air. Some sunshine.
“No idea,” Zian murmured, his palm sliding down my bare abdomen to cup my mound. “Perhaps we should just see how many times we can make you come before the doors eventually open again.”
I squirmed, my body still not fully recovered from our last session in the sheets. Which had ended maybe ten minutes ago?
“Zian,” I said, giggling as I tried to outmaneuver him. But he expertly held me to him, his finger sliding through my slick folds to collect my arousal.
He brought his hand to my lips, his mouth at my ear. “Suck.”
I did as he asked, moaning as I tasted myself and Sorin’s cum in my mouth.
“Mmm, now there’s a sound I do adore,” Zian said softly.
“Bet I can make it louder,” Sorin said as he knelt between my thighs.
“Oh!” I tried to move out from between them, but Zian’s arm circled my waist, holding me back against him while Sorin dipped his head to take my clit between his teeth. “Gods.”
“Your praise is very much appreciated,” Zian whispered. “Feel free to bow and worship us daily.”
I wanted to say something witty back, but I couldn’t. His hands cupped my breasts as Sorin slid two fingers inside me, forcing my overworked body into a mounting state of rapturous chaos.
These two males always undid me.
Their hands and mouths were everywhere at once.
BecauseIwas the one they worshipped.
My head fell back against Zian’s shoulder as he held me back against him, keeping me in place as Sorin devoured me below.
Then Zian tipped my chin up and back so his mouth could claim mine.
It only took mere seconds to force me over the edge once more, my orgasm one I swore rattled the prison walls around us.
Or, at the very least, our bed.
Because I was shaking with intensity, my body begging me to take a break. To rest. To do something other than fuck.
