Opening my stance, I pulled the front panel of my dress to the side, revealing my bare self to him like an offering. His gaze dropped to my thighs, tongue flicking across his lips with barely leashed need.
“Taste me, mate,” I whispered, sin and prayer combined. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
34
ANIYAH
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ike I’d just unclipped the leash, he smiled up at me, all devilish desire, something dangerous curling the edge of his lips.
The air thickened. Breaths quickened. Fabric rustled, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from those red irises. They were a beacon, calling me to fall in, and a warning that things were about to get hot, fast, so I needed to brace myself.
His lips brushed the inside of my thigh, soft as a cloud, before his teeth sank in. I cried out at the sting, my nerves lighting up like a fuse.
His fingers carved a path between my legs, no hesitation, just hunger. One dragged over my clit in a slick swipe before two plunged into my cunt. A guttural moan rumbled from his chest, the vibration humming against my thigh, making my core pulse hotter and wetter. Beneath me, tension coiled in his body.
He looked up at me while he pumped his fingers, watching every flicker of my pleasure, testing my limits. How far. Howfast. What angle. He was learning me with every stroke, and he learned fast.
“Alic, take off her dress,” directed that posh, controlling voice from the shadows, smooth and commanding. Lucus.
My green giant moved toward me, unable to tear his eyes away. “You’re so beautiful, Aniyah.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear just as Ras’ tongue flicked my clit, dragging a cry from my throat.
Alic grabbed my chin, tilting my head until my eyes locked with his, then he kissed me, hard. Desperate. Like he needed every part of me at once. His tongue dueled with mine before melting into something tender. Sweet. That was new.
“When you cry out, the sound could make the heavens take notice.” He slowly pulled the fabric up my thighs, drawing it over my head. I clung to him, biting his lip as if I could anchor myself there. Ras peeked out from below, wickedly amused.
“Big guy, lift her, then put her on her knees.”
Alic paused, checking my face. I gave him a shrug. Why not? He handled my dress with care, like it mattered, gently folding it and placing it on a nearby chair.
“Thank you. I like that one,” I murmured. I usually didn't care if someone ripped off my clothes since they could always be replaced, but that dress… it now meant something to me.
His golden eyes flared. “I do too. But this…” He cupped my breast, his thumb dragging across my nipple, and I arched into the touch with a sigh. “This is the masterpiece. This body, strong and soft, sensual and lethal. Covered in blood or sweat, it sets my blood on fire.”
He bent down, lips enclosing my nipple, sucking with reverence. His other hand lifted to the second, fingers rough and warm. I carded my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails across his scalp until he moaned around me. The sound skittered across my skin like a spark, and I arched back, giving him more.
This was different from before—not ravenous, not wild, but slow, intense. Every flick of his tongue was a prayer. A plea. A promise.
I felt it through the bond. He was trying to show me something—not lust, butlove. A vow made through touch instead of words.
“You have nothing to prove,” I whispered against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. “I’ll take your sweetness. I’ll take your roughness. I’ll survive anything you throw at me because you were made for me, and I for you.”
Then I kissed him, claiming his mouth with my vow. His arms wrapped around me, trembling as he held on. Our tongues collided, his need pulling more from me, and I gave in to it all.
I didn’t realize he’d eased me down until my knees hit the floor and a set of long, lean fingers slid up my thighs.
I gasped at the touch, and Alic drank it down like honeyed wine. His hands gripped my ass, bruising and possessive, before pulling me open, and Ras’ tongue dragged a long, wet stroke from clit to cunt.
My cry was swallowed by Alic’s mouth, taking and taking, not letting me breath, not letting me have a moment to wrap my mind around it all. When I tried to pull back, he let go of my ass. It only took one of his hands to circle both my wrists behind my back, then he yanked down, forcing me to arch up, to give away control.
Thoughts of what I should do and how I should do it weren't able to form. For now, the only choice left was to give in.
Ras took his time. That wicked tongue licked and flicked, teasing every inch of me, while Alic’s dominance grew from above. His teeth bit into my lip. I whimpered, enjoying that splash of copper I tasted far too much. One of his hands rose, fingers gliding up my torso with slow, brutal precision, leaving heat in their wake until they curled around my throat.
My lips parted. My eyes fluttered. My whole body was going haywire.
Lucus’ unshakeable voice cut through the haze. “Go faster, Ras. Work her until she’s breathless.”
