Even like this, they don’t pressure me.
And Latham’s about to excuse himself.
I can tell in the way he takes a platonic step away from me, his hands still clinging to my curves despite how clear it is he thinks he should leave.
I arch backward in Aric’s embrace, not fully turning to my fenrir but peering at him from over my shoulder. My arm lifts to slink my palm over Latham’s neck before my fingers slide into his soft hair.
My lips hover over his as my eyes close slowly and I whisper, “Stay.”
I never lean in. I don’t make it easy for him. But I do hold my ground with my back to his chest. I let our breaths collide in an anxious battle of wants and wills that neither of us understand but both of us need. There’s so much conflict in his eyes.
It’s like he thinks he doesn’t deserve even a second of happiness or pleasure.
But he’s wrong.
And then his lips brush over mine.
His kiss is slow as he tastes me like he never wants this single moment to pass. Sharp nails dig into my hips where he holds me tightly against him. His tongue swirls over mine as another pair of warm lips press to my collarbone where Aric teases my flesh while Latham consumes my kiss. The two of them are this conflicting, caressing, biting mixture of total sexual desire.
Sharp teeth graze my nipple before sweeping over the peak with the flat of a sinful tongue. The dragon shifter has a rougher touch. Steady, gentle hands slide down the valley of my thighs, tracing ever so slowly over my body before stopping just above my clit. Latham’s long fingers brush back and forth there, so close to where I need him, but not close enough.
My moan is a painful sound of want.
“Please,” I beg between the press of his lips against mine.
A smile ghosts across his mouth with the next kiss, and his words rumble where his chest meets my spine. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my hand,” he demands, his tone hot and heavy with the warmth I’m used to but… his words shiver through me.
My lashes lift, and I look at the sweet man with the filthy mouth. My legs shift as those words circle around and around within my mind.
Aric drifts lower, his mouth leaving hot kisses all down my chest, my ribs, my stomach. Big hands hold my hips as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive skin along my upper thigh.
A haze clouds my thoughts with the two men taunting and teasing me, just inches from where I need them most.
“Tell Aric you want him to taste your sweet pussy,” Latham whispers hotly along my neck. “Ask him to make you come against his mouth so he can lap up all your wetness before I slide into you hard and fast.”
They’re barely touching me, and I’m still panting from the thoughts drilling through my mind.
Aric nips at the skin just below my hip, and I buck in his hands, writhing against his tongue.
A hum of amusement rumbles through the dragon shifter’s chest.
And still, no one touches me. No one sates that demanding feeling building with pressure between my thighs.
“Please,” I whisper once more.
Latham presses another sweet kiss to my throat. “Please what?” he asks on a breathy wave across my flesh.
“Please make me come!” I grind out so quietly I can’t even think straight.
And then a wide, hot tongue parts my sex. It rolls over my clit hard and slow until I’m gasping in Latham’s arms. He holds me against his chest and watches me curiously and intently while his friend fucks me with his mouth. I feel his gaze across the flush of my cheeks as he flicks his tongue over the lowest part of my neck, kissing and sucking and biting, all while watching me lose control of my every emotion.
Then he stops. Latham’s breath is hot against my ear when he speaks next on a rumble of pure lust and sin.
“What are you thinking in that pretty mind of yours, Love?”
Reality shatters around me. My eyes fly open as two fingers sink deep yet gently into my slick sex. A ragged exhale escapes me like it’s the first real breath I’ve ever tasted in my entire fucking life.
“I—I—I can’t think,” I blurt as Aric curves his fingers in a way that feels wrong but holy fucking dragon gods is it right. The cutting breath that enters my lungs is laced with a scream of wild pleasure that I’ve never felt before.
