courage. Rye had expected the
hard steel of her personality to come out in her scent, but as he breathed her
in all he could smell was light.
Rolling her nipple over his tongue, he used his hand to
plump and squeeze her breast. Moaning, she fisted his hair, encouraging him to
use his teeth to put an edge on her pleasure. Sliding his leg between hers, he
pressed up, pinning her body and putting direct pressure on her core. She felt so
small and delicate under him, and he was amazed so much strength could be
stored in such a slender frame. He pressed his leg even higher and Tansy
jerked, crying out and clutching tight as she rode his thigh.
Dev kissed his way over to where Rye was working her breast,
and when his denmate’s lips touched his, Rye rolled his head a little, sharing
his prize. Meeting Dev’s lips and tongue with his own, he licked, kissed and
sucked Tansy’s velvety nipple.
Dev’s lips were soft, which was a surprise, but his tongue
was all demand and that was no revelation at all. What shocked Rye to the core
was Dev coming at him with the same intensity he showed Tansy. Dev’s free hand
stroked over Rye as often as it stroked over their woman, and when Dev left her
breast to work his way down her body, Rye moved aside to give him room.
The moment Dev settled between Tansy’s thighs he took a long,
sensual breath and pressed his mouth to her core. He put one hand on her
abdomen to hold her down and slid the other hand over her thigh to fist Rye’s
cock. Rye arched into the grip and blindly searched for Tansy’s mouth with his
own. Sealing his lips to hers, he took her harder than he probably should have,
thrusting his tongue fast and deep, not just tasting her but consuming
everything she was.
Edging closer, he lay over her, pressing his chest to her
breasts, dominating her mouth while Dev dominated her core. She was close—Rye
could feel the tremors taking over her body, and the knowledge burned in him
like dragon fire. In an instinctive move to keep them all connected, he fisted
one hand in Tansy’s hair to keep her close, and he fisted the other in Dev’s
hair, pressing him against their woman. She came for them in long, shuddering
moans that vibrated into Rye’s mouth in an echo of her pleasure.
She hadn’t quite come down when Dev nipped her thigh. “You
good, honey?”
“Yes.” Amazingly enough, her smile was shy. Rye suspected
the pink on her cheeks wasn’t entirely due to the orgasm they’d just given her.
Dev rubbed his face against her thigh. “I want to go again.
Are you up for it?”
“Yes, but let me move down the bed a bit.” At Dev’s cocked
eyebrow, her smile went from shy to sensual. “I want to suck Rye off while you
go down on me.”
Rye would have protested—probably—but he’d momentarily
swallowed his tongue. It took two attempts before he got the words out. “Are
you sure? If that’s a trigger—”
“No, it’s not a trigger,” Tansy said. “Being too free was
what got me into trouble last time. I think if you just hold me close, I’ll be
okay.”
Fuck, she was killing him. He wanted to do right by her, but
the thought of her hot little mouth on his cock while he held her fast and
tight was too much for his good intentions.
“How do you want me?” And yes, his voice sounded as though
he was being strangled. Every nerve he had screamed in need, and he was
clinging to his control by the tips of his fingers.
Tansy frowned a little, her gaze flicking from him to Dev,
to the bed, and back again. He didn’t even want to think about the positional
gymnastics she was imagining. Thankfully she came up with something simple and
easy.
Her brown eyes held nothing but certainty when she locked
her gaze to his. “Lie on your side, but put your leg over me so I can feel your
weight.” She glanced down at Dev. “Can you work with that?”
Dev’s smile was pure menace. “If it means getting my mouth
on you, I can work with whatever you give
hard steel of her personality to come out in her scent, but as he breathed her
in all he could smell was light.
Rolling her nipple over his tongue, he used his hand to
plump and squeeze her breast. Moaning, she fisted his hair, encouraging him to
use his teeth to put an edge on her pleasure. Sliding his leg between hers, he
pressed up, pinning her body and putting direct pressure on her core. She felt so
small and delicate under him, and he was amazed so much strength could be
stored in such a slender frame. He pressed his leg even higher and Tansy
jerked, crying out and clutching tight as she rode his thigh.
Dev kissed his way over to where Rye was working her breast,
and when his denmate’s lips touched his, Rye rolled his head a little, sharing
his prize. Meeting Dev’s lips and tongue with his own, he licked, kissed and
sucked Tansy’s velvety nipple.
Dev’s lips were soft, which was a surprise, but his tongue
was all demand and that was no revelation at all. What shocked Rye to the core
was Dev coming at him with the same intensity he showed Tansy. Dev’s free hand
stroked over Rye as often as it stroked over their woman, and when Dev left her
breast to work his way down her body, Rye moved aside to give him room.
The moment Dev settled between Tansy’s thighs he took a long,
sensual breath and pressed his mouth to her core. He put one hand on her
abdomen to hold her down and slid the other hand over her thigh to fist Rye’s
cock. Rye arched into the grip and blindly searched for Tansy’s mouth with his
own. Sealing his lips to hers, he took her harder than he probably should have,
thrusting his tongue fast and deep, not just tasting her but consuming
everything she was.
Edging closer, he lay over her, pressing his chest to her
breasts, dominating her mouth while Dev dominated her core. She was close—Rye
could feel the tremors taking over her body, and the knowledge burned in him
like dragon fire. In an instinctive move to keep them all connected, he fisted
one hand in Tansy’s hair to keep her close, and he fisted the other in Dev’s
hair, pressing him against their woman. She came for them in long, shuddering
moans that vibrated into Rye’s mouth in an echo of her pleasure.
She hadn’t quite come down when Dev nipped her thigh. “You
good, honey?”
“Yes.” Amazingly enough, her smile was shy. Rye suspected
the pink on her cheeks wasn’t entirely due to the orgasm they’d just given her.
Dev rubbed his face against her thigh. “I want to go again.
Are you up for it?”
“Yes, but let me move down the bed a bit.” At Dev’s cocked
eyebrow, her smile went from shy to sensual. “I want to suck Rye off while you
go down on me.”
Rye would have protested—probably—but he’d momentarily
swallowed his tongue. It took two attempts before he got the words out. “Are
you sure? If that’s a trigger—”
“No, it’s not a trigger,” Tansy said. “Being too free was
what got me into trouble last time. I think if you just hold me close, I’ll be
okay.”
Fuck, she was killing him. He wanted to do right by her, but
the thought of her hot little mouth on his cock while he held her fast and
tight was too much for his good intentions.
“How do you want me?” And yes, his voice sounded as though
he was being strangled. Every nerve he had screamed in need, and he was
clinging to his control by the tips of his fingers.
Tansy frowned a little, her gaze flicking from him to Dev,
to the bed, and back again. He didn’t even want to think about the positional
gymnastics she was imagining. Thankfully she came up with something simple and
easy.
Her brown eyes held nothing but certainty when she locked
her gaze to his. “Lie on your side, but put your leg over me so I can feel your
weight.” She glanced down at Dev. “Can you work with that?”
Dev’s smile was pure menace. “If it means getting my mouth
on you, I can work with whatever you give
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