"Magnus!" I hissed, writhing in his hold.
"Hush, little filly." His voice was muffled against my skin, wicked and assured. "You don't want the staff to come running and find us in this delicious clinch, do you?" Then... another kiss, another sharp nip, and then he sucked at my skin, his teeth grazing and I knew a bruise would be forming beneath his mouth, hidden to everyone.
"Do you like that, sweet girl?" Leighton whispered against my ear, the heat of his breath and his words only serving to increase the hunger building inside me. "You'll be walking through town, bare beneath that gown, marked by Magnus while you wear my collar."
Heat spiraled low in my belly, my earlier indignation fraying with each deliberate press of his lips. I knew I should resist, that I ought to push him away, but instead a soft, needy sigh slipped free. I wanted more.
No. Ineededmore.
His mouth, teeth, tongue remained on my thighs, never moving any closer to that forbidden aching part of me.
"Please," I whispered, the word wrenched from me.
"Please what, love?" Leighton asked as his hands held me firm against his chest.
"Please... I need," I gasped as Magnus's mouth nudged against me for the briefest of moments. "More! I need more."
Leighton chuckled, and Magnus growled.
I mewled.
Like a darn kitten begging for milk.
My thighs were raw, and blissfully sensitive.
My core ached for even the barest of touch.
My heart cried for something I never knew I wanted.
"Sweet girls who beg so beautifully will get rewards," Leighton told me, the words deceptively calm and quiet. "But first, there's something you're missing, baby."
My mind raced. What was I missing? I agreed, I let them touch me, and begged him to give me more of what I'd experienced the previous night. What else could there possibly be?
And then I remembered.
Dear lord.
Could I?
"You want your reward, love, you know what to do," Leighton ordered.
"Please..." I breathed out. "Please, Daddy."
And Magnus's mouth latched onto me, his tongue delving into depths I'd only barely started to explore the night before.
I shattered.
There was no other word for it. My body arched against Leighton's chest, his steady arms keeping me from flying apart as Magnus consumed me, every wicked flick of his tongue unraveling me further. I clutched at Leighton's shirtfront, muffling my cries against him, the silk ribbon at my throat tightening with every frantic swallow of breath.
"Good girl," Leighton praised, his lips brushing the crown of my head. "That's it, love. Let go for us."
Mangus growled low, the sound vibrating through me as though he were pulling my release from my very bones. His grip on my thighs was punishing, keeping me spread and helpless. His mouth was merciless until my world dissolved into nothing but blinding heat and shuddering spasms.
"Daddy!" The word tore from me a second time, desperate and broken.
At once Magnus stilled, sealing the moment with a possessive kiss against my trembling flesh before pulling back. When he rose, his lips glistened, his expression smug as sin. "There. That should do it."
And then he rocked the foundations of my world even further when he leaned closer and gently kissed Leighton's smiling lips.
