Page 97 of Entombed By Blood
“I know we’re not there yet,” he continues. “For whatever reason, our bond is different, but we’re all-in with you, Evie. Neither of us will ever give you up.”
He presses a slow line of kisses down my spine, his hands stroking up the sides of my ribs as he does so, coming perilously close to playing with my breasts.
“Say yes?” he asks.
I wait for a second, trying to breathe past the arousal simmering in my blood. To make a clear decision.
But logic doesn’t really come into this. I like Finn. I trust him. He’s the kind of man who treasures the important people in his life above all else. Logic says we don’t know one another well enough, but I know his character. I’ve seen the way he cares for his pack. Selfishly, I want that for myself.
When I nod, it feels like letting go. Like a huge pressure is lifted from my chest.
Silas’s hands finally cross the distance to stroke along the underside of my breasts, teasing my nipples as his kisses on my throat turn harder, more demanding.
Finn finishes cleaning himself up and returns to wind his hands into my hair, pulling my face up to his for a kiss that steals my breath and leaves me panting for more. Between us, his cock is already hard again. It presses into my stomach like a scalding hot brand.
“Good girl,” Silas whispers, and some part of me shudders at the words. “Shall I tell you what’s going to happen now? Finn’s going to eat your sweet pussy out to get you ready for us.” His fingertips circle my areolas, tormenting the flesh into hard points. “Then you’re going to fuck him while I lick your clit until you come all over him.”
Without warning, those clever fingers trap my nipples and pinch. The sensation sends shock waves straight down my spine and into my core. I expect him to release them quickly, but he doesn’t. The beta holds them captive until the sting morphs into a deep heat. At the same time, Finn releases his grip on my hair and strokes down my abdomen until he reaches the dark curls beneath.
The omega’s clever fingers delve between my folds, and he hisses out a breath at the wetness there.
“God, you really want this, don’t you?” he hisses. “Look how wet you are for us, baby. You’re dripping all over my hand.”
Silas releases my nipples and I gasp as the blood flows back to them almost painfully, stealing my breath. When the beta’s hands move back to my shoulders, I whine in disappointment.
But Silas isn’t going anywhere. He carefully pulls me backward until I’m lying flat, giving Finn the opening he needs to spread my legs and dive in.
The omega feasts. There’s no other way to describe it. He cups my ass, squeezing, as his lips and tongue devour me. Finn works me higher and higher with every stroke until coherent thought has flown out of the window. I shake like a leaf, my entire body coiled tight with tension.
“Make me come,” I order him, my eyes meeting his.
He winks. That’s all the warning I get before he forces two fingers into my channel and twitches them in a come-hither motion, while sucking at my clit.Hard.
I scream, writhing, as my orgasm crashes over me with so much force that my toes curl. My thighs squeeze against him, and I expect Finn to move back, to let me ride it out and give me time to come down from the peak.
He doesn’t. Instead, those damned long fingers keep working that perfect spot inside as his tongue flicks over my clit, drawing it out while his shoulders hold my legs open, forcing me to take it.
There’s no escape from the onslaught of pleasure, and Silas makes it worse when his hands return to my breasts, massaging them until I arch off the mattress under the force of a second more brutal climax.
Only when I’ve screamed myself hoarse do they finally pull away. Their hands go to my shoulders and hips, lifting me and rearranging our bodies until I’m straddling Finn, facing his feet.
“Take his cock,” Silas commands, and I shiver as I do as he asks.
One of my shaking hands reaches down to angle him just right, and I sink down onto the omega with a moan.
He’s long, and it takes me a few shallow thrusts until I’m seated against his hips. The instant he’s inside me fully, he lets out a low whine and Silas’s eyes flash.
“You don’t come until she does,” he says.
Finn groans, bucking beneath my quivering body. “Yes, beta,” he replies. “But can you hurry the fuck up? She’s so warm and tight, I’m going to explode.”
Silas chuckles, the sound warm and affectionate. His hands push me backward until my back is resting against Finn’s chest. The omega’s thighs slip between my knees and hold them apart as he braces his heels on the mattress and thrusts up into me. It’s a new angle, and I curse as he slips in even deeper, butting against the entrance to my womb. When he does it again, I can’t help the noise that escapes me.
Somewhere deep inside my fractured soul, the thrall bond to Finn blazes. Like every thrust is a hammer stroke, forging us together. It sends fireworks ricocheting around my chest, and I gasp as Finn’s pleasure starts to trickle into my own.
“God, Silas.” I can’t come again. Surely it must be physically impossible.
But my inner muscles are already fluttering against Finn with every stroke. When Silas lowers himself to his elbows between our legs, it becomes clear I don’t have a choice in the matter.
