Page 46 of Unlikely Alphas

Then with a grunt, he’s shoving me back against Taj and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, and already he’s entering me, grunting, his gaze fixed where he’s thrusting into me, and…

I’m coming again, my breath knocked out of me, my body tightening around his big cock, rippling, my core clenching so hard tears leak from my eyes.

Goddess, yes…

Taj mutters my name and his hands slide around me to cup my breasts, his callused fingers on my nipples, rubbing and tugging. I’m still coming, gasping and rocking on Kiaran’s cock. He’s growling, a feral expression on his handsome face, blue eyes turned almost black with desire, pale locks brushing his jaw with every savage thrust. He has one hand on my leg, keeping it folded over his shoulder, and the raw, naked lust on his face has me moaning, clenching again.

Kiaran groans my name, snarls, fucks me harder, shoving me against Taj until he’s almost on top of both of us. Taj’s hard cock is nudging at my ass, and his breaths are coming faster in my ear. He’s rubbing the tips of my nipples and I never imagined it could feel so delicious, that every tug of his fingers on the sensitive nubs would translate to a rush of pleasure between my legs, where I’m still rippling around Kiaran’s cock.

Kiaran grabs the rib of the tub, hunching over me, his locks swinging, brushing my arms, more points of sensation on my over-sensitized skin, a low, guttural sound leaving his lips. His cock pulses inside me, spilling fire, and I’m burning.

Between two of my men, filled with one’s cock, the other’s hands on my breasts, I feel a contentment unlike any I’ve ever felt in my life—especially these past days, since leaving the fort, with all that unrequited lust I had to suffer through.

But it’s not enough, because someone is missing.

“Finn,” I whisper. “Where is Finn?”

“Hey, priest,” Taj says and the quality of his voice makes me glance around the room, not sure what I’m supposed to be seeing.

“You’re rutting like animals,” Finn breathes, but it’s not anger I hear in his voice. It’s something else. “I fucking can’t… oh Gods, fuck…”

Kiaran pulls out of me, hissing, then falls back in the water, a stunned expression on his face that fades into sleepiness, a lazy grin spreading on his face. At any other time, I’d snicker. He looks like a sated cat who lapped up all the cream and is now licking his whiskers, damn proud of himself.

But… Finnen.

I put my hands over Taj’s. He’s still rock hard at my back and he grunts when I shift against him. Slowly, I pull his hands off my breasts and he trails them down to my waist.

He lets out a strangled breath. “Fuck…”

I know he’s staring at Finnen, as I am. I think the only one of us unaware of what is going on outside the tub is Kiaran whose eyes have drifted closed. He looks passed out, head lolling on the wooden rim, not seeing Finnen.

Finnen who is on the bed where all the clothing was heaped, his back to the wall, his hand on his cock. His long white hair is dripping on the covers, his face is flushed, his mouth slack as he works his cock in frantic, harsh motions. I take him in, every hard, strong line of his body and face, cast in pale stone just like Kiaran, muscles honed from years of endless practice and ritual. He has a dark patch on one of his muscular thighs. Is it a bruise?

And his cock… Gods above, it’s as big as it has felt against me before, and now it’s bared, long and thick and dripping wet, his fist making an obscene squelching sound as it slides up and down his length. His eyes are half-closed, but they are fixed on me.

On us.

As if he can see us.

Not possible, right?

And right now, all I can see is him. Never seen my priest so debauched, so out of control. So openly aroused and giving in to his desire.

Excitement unfurling again in my belly, I climb out of the tub and walk over to him, leaving wet footprints, small puddles of water behind. I’ve never thought much of my body, a tool for the rituals of the goddess, fit to do what it must do every day at the Temple. Never thought it beautiful or desirable, never considered my breasts as anything but encumberment, never thought of my curves as something others might enjoy.

But Finnen groans, and his eyes seem to rove over me.

“Finn?” I come to stand in front of him and he tilts his head back a little, eyes still fixed on me. The dark patch on his thigh looks like scales, like the patch Taj has on his back. I open my mouth to ask him about it, slightly distracted away from the sight of the rest of him, but he chooses that moment to speak.

“I see you,” he breathes, and I go very still.

“What do you mean?”

“In battle and arousal, I see you. I see things, outlines, but now… now I see more. More of you.”

He can see me. The thought makes every part of me clench. My nipples tighten and my breasts feel heavier as I lean over him, as I get on the bed between his spread legs on my knees.

And his eyes dip where my breasts hang, one hand lifting to cup one, his thumb brushing over my nipple. His breath catches.

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