acting like a fucking voyeur listening to them.
Rourke had called her first. Claimed her. This time, Rourke was adamant about possessing and keeping this woman to himself. He’d made that damn clear.
Neither of them had ever been so set on a single woman. Hell, if they’d both wanted the same one in the past, the women had been happy to have them both. No one cared much one way or the other. The women didn’t want a relationship, just the kind of great sex that he and Rourke could provide. A ménage—different approaches, different styles, different tastes—a sampling of everything.
Strange thing was as far as Dane could remember, neither he nor Rourke had ever been serious about any of the women.
Why now, why her, and why had they both zeroed in on this one woman?
He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was losing his mind. Rourke had taken her for himself. Not just taken, but to Dane, it seemed like a claiming. He wouldn’t share the one woman Dane had to have, and he believed he had to have her or die.
Nothing like this had ever happened before. He’d never felt like this, but then, the DNA tests proved you can’t believe everything you’re told. Something was wrong. Something was off.
His stomach churned. The thought of never having her made him physically ill. That realization sliced his soul into irreparable pieces while he waited outside the room where he knew Rourke touched Celeste the way he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to bury his cock inside her and give up his soul for her.
Tense and upset, he couldn’t tear himself away from their presence despite the turmoil churning through him. He felt at a loss as Rourke seduced Celeste deeper and deeper under his control with his compelling dominance.
Standing there listening, imagining Rourke kissing her, touching her, sinking his hard cock deep into her tight, hot pussy, was pure torture, yet he couldn’t move away. The guttural sounds of pleasure seeping from the room nearly drove him to distraction. While Rourke fucked the woman Dane ached to possess, her damn emotions and something else called to him, dragging him here to agonize through the act. The impossible link he endured with her threatened to gut him.
Dane wished he could walk away, cover his ears to the sound of sex, and erase the visions of the two riding each other to climax, not once but two, three times. With a deep breath, he tried to wipe the scene away. He ran a hand over his eyes and felt the wetness. With a pass of his arms, he wiped away the dampness with his shirt sleeve.
Even with his internal pain screaming at him, nagging him to leave, he couldn’t walk away. Try as he would, he couldn’t close his mind to the images or his ears to Celeste’s satisfied moans and squeals of pleasure. Her husky, aroused voice stirred the fire in Dane’s blood like nothing ever had. Heated pressure pooled low in his belly.
He needed to be involved in this relationship. As much as he resented it, and although he didn’t understand how, he was mentally and emotionally linked to her. Nothing had rung normal in his life or Rourke’s for the last year, so why not add one more freaky thing to the rest?
Hearing Rourke’s deep voice encourage her to climax made Dane harder, so hard his cock ached. But nothing hurt as much as hearing her scream out Rourke’s name when she came. His stomach lurched, wishing it was his name. The corrosive envy built in his heart like a jealous acid eating away at his soul.
Some deeper need in him called out to her, too. Something made him aware that Rourke brought her around again, suckling her nipples and encouraging her arousal with his talented hands.
When Dane didn’t think he could stand the jealous pain any longer, suddenly, Celeste filled his mind with tantalizing images of the three of them.
Hell, she was aware of him and his need.
He felt the heat of her mouth on his, her lips nibbling, her tongue tangling with his as her mind probed his,
Rourke had called her first. Claimed her. This time, Rourke was adamant about possessing and keeping this woman to himself. He’d made that damn clear.
Neither of them had ever been so set on a single woman. Hell, if they’d both wanted the same one in the past, the women had been happy to have them both. No one cared much one way or the other. The women didn’t want a relationship, just the kind of great sex that he and Rourke could provide. A ménage—different approaches, different styles, different tastes—a sampling of everything.
Strange thing was as far as Dane could remember, neither he nor Rourke had ever been serious about any of the women.
Why now, why her, and why had they both zeroed in on this one woman?
He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was losing his mind. Rourke had taken her for himself. Not just taken, but to Dane, it seemed like a claiming. He wouldn’t share the one woman Dane had to have, and he believed he had to have her or die.
Nothing like this had ever happened before. He’d never felt like this, but then, the DNA tests proved you can’t believe everything you’re told. Something was wrong. Something was off.
His stomach churned. The thought of never having her made him physically ill. That realization sliced his soul into irreparable pieces while he waited outside the room where he knew Rourke touched Celeste the way he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to bury his cock inside her and give up his soul for her.
Tense and upset, he couldn’t tear himself away from their presence despite the turmoil churning through him. He felt at a loss as Rourke seduced Celeste deeper and deeper under his control with his compelling dominance.
Standing there listening, imagining Rourke kissing her, touching her, sinking his hard cock deep into her tight, hot pussy, was pure torture, yet he couldn’t move away. The guttural sounds of pleasure seeping from the room nearly drove him to distraction. While Rourke fucked the woman Dane ached to possess, her damn emotions and something else called to him, dragging him here to agonize through the act. The impossible link he endured with her threatened to gut him.
Dane wished he could walk away, cover his ears to the sound of sex, and erase the visions of the two riding each other to climax, not once but two, three times. With a deep breath, he tried to wipe the scene away. He ran a hand over his eyes and felt the wetness. With a pass of his arms, he wiped away the dampness with his shirt sleeve.
Even with his internal pain screaming at him, nagging him to leave, he couldn’t walk away. Try as he would, he couldn’t close his mind to the images or his ears to Celeste’s satisfied moans and squeals of pleasure. Her husky, aroused voice stirred the fire in Dane’s blood like nothing ever had. Heated pressure pooled low in his belly.
He needed to be involved in this relationship. As much as he resented it, and although he didn’t understand how, he was mentally and emotionally linked to her. Nothing had rung normal in his life or Rourke’s for the last year, so why not add one more freaky thing to the rest?
Hearing Rourke’s deep voice encourage her to climax made Dane harder, so hard his cock ached. But nothing hurt as much as hearing her scream out Rourke’s name when she came. His stomach lurched, wishing it was his name. The corrosive envy built in his heart like a jealous acid eating away at his soul.
Some deeper need in him called out to her, too. Something made him aware that Rourke brought her around again, suckling her nipples and encouraging her arousal with his talented hands.
When Dane didn’t think he could stand the jealous pain any longer, suddenly, Celeste filled his mind with tantalizing images of the three of them.
Hell, she was aware of him and his need.
He felt the heat of her mouth on his, her lips nibbling, her tongue tangling with his as her mind probed his,
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