A smile teased my lips at Shane’s desperate words. I had no idea whether he meant Sor and him, or him and me. I didn’t care. I dragged my touch down to her hips before popping the button on her jeans and lowering the zipper. She shivered when I dragged my nails lightly across her lower abdomen, trailing a fingertip under the lace of her panties.
“Please…”
Her whispered plea was like music to my ears. Now, I was in control again. That meant I was willing to wait, especially if it meant torturing them with the desire that boiled in the air between us.
“Please, what, little bird?”
“Take them off. Touch me…”
I blinked, hiding my surprise at her willingness to ask for what she wanted.
“Touch you where?” I said, pushing my finger inside the lace. How far was she willing to go? I wanted to learn what she liked, disliked and her limits. I didn’t typically worry about suchthings. Pleasing my partners? Of course. But wanting to discover what made them plead for release? Or what made them happy? No. Not for a long, long time.
She moaned as Shane tweaked her nipples. “Tell him, Sor.”
“Touch my….”
Her hesitation made me smile. In some ways, our little bird was still innocent. I leaned in and kissed up her neck as my finger teased the top of her slit. She was already slick, and I bit back a groan.
“Tell her what she wants me to touch, Shane.”
“Your clit, little bird. Say it. Fuck, please say it so we can feel more of you…” He dropped his forehead on her shoulder, his muscles rippling with tension.
“Please touch my clit, and my…pussy,” she whispered, her face and neck flaming under my lips.
“There’s our good girl.” And I slid my finger lower, easing through her slickness, unable to suppress the feral growl that erupted from me. “You're so wet for us.” My voice came out deep and raw. I circled her tight bundle of nerves before sliding a finger lower and entering her. Warmth and pressure sucked on my digit. My body was wound tight, my cock and balls aching and throbbing in time with my heartbeat. She was like hot silk. I curled my finger forward, and she whimpered, stretching her neck and arching her spine, pushing against Shane's big body as I rubbed gently. “That’s it, little bird, show me how much you like my fingers inside you.” Her hips undulated with my movements, her slickness wetting my hand, and it was glorious. But I didn’t want her to come yet. Slowly, I removed my finger and, holding Shane’s gaze, pushed it between his lips. “Suck that clean.”
He swirled his tongue around my finger, groaning as he cleaned off every drop from my fingers and palm. Once it wasdone, I dropped to my knees and pulled the remainder of Sor’s clothes from her body.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful. I will never get tired of worshipping this pretty pussy,” I murmured. Her sharp intake of breath bothered me, the look on her face even more so. “You don’t think so?”
Her lowered gaze told me all I needed to know, and it ignited my anger. That fucker Nicolai had a lot to answer for. As did the self-serving bastards who had lied to her and sold her into slavery. They had made her feel inferior. But most of my anger was directed at myself. So had I. A mistake I would rectify.
“Shane, come here.”
He did, trailing his touch over her shoulders as he stepped to face her. His muttered curse was as raw as mine. His wolf bled into his gaze, giving his eyes the unique glow he got when he was turned on. And he was just as beautiful as Sor. His was a different kind of beauty, one of power and hard muscle to her softness and curves. He stood next to me, his gaze riveted on Sorcha. The flush on her skin grew as we both took our fill of her luscious body. Her hands moved to cover herself.
“No,” I said firmly. “Don’t hide from us.”
Shane smiled, a look he reserved only for her, softening his face. “Sor, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t hide from us. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Every part of you is amazing.” He glanced at me.
I got the message and stepped closer again before taking her hand and leading her to the bed. “Never hide from us. This is the body of a goddess.” Gently, I pushed her down. I was being honest when I said I’d never tire of her; fate had decreed that, but she had no idea, and neither did Shane. “Worship those beautiful breasts, fledgling. You were doing such a good job of making her moan with your touch, but I want to see your mouth on her.”
Shane smoothly lowered his big body, stretching out next to her on the bed, and took to his task with no argument. Soon, the sight of him fondling one breast and sucking the other while her soft moans filled the air was too much for me. Without taking my eyes from them, I undressed, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on the chair before I walked forward, cool air caressing my skin and my erection.
Using my knees, I nudged hers apart. Another wave of her scent filled the air. Shane grinned and looked at me from hooded eyes, but he didn't pause his task as I slid my hands up her silky thighs and spread her folds, opening her to my gaze. Gods, she was perfect. Pink and slick and swollen…
Her whimper and the desperate squirm of her hips jolted me from my fixation on her delectable pussy. Shane raised his head, one of her swollen puckered buds popping from between his lips.
“Lift your head, baby, watch him.” He slid a pillow in, and I held her gaze as I lowered my mouth and licked from her slick opening to her bundle of nerves, swiping my tongue around it before swallowing. She coated my mouth and tongue, her taste consuming me the way no other ever had. My dark side shot forward, and the growl that escaped my chest was deep and possessive. I gripped her firm buttocks and buried my face in her sweet cunt, devouring her, feasting on her moans and whimpers. I heard a grunt, and Shane's body moved. He knelt beside her. With one hand, he caressed her breasts, with the other, he moved his hand up and down his engorged length, his eyes glinting with desire, mirroring my possessiveness.
Fuck. He was testing my self-control. I fixed him with my red gaze. I could come just from the sight of him pleasuring himself while he watched me devour Sor. I pulled back enough to speak. Sor’s hips followed me, her moan tortured as I slipped two fingers inside her and kept them moving.
“Be still.”
I held her down against the bed with my other hand and glared at Shane. “Don’t you dare come. I want her to come on your cock, and I want your throat squeezing me while you fill her with your load.”
His hips punched forward, and he gave a tortured, desperate growl. “Fucking do it then.”
