I rose smoothly and went to kneel on the bed, one hand on her knee, spreading her legs wide. “She’s beautiful like this, isn’t she? All spread out for us, a feast for the taking.”
Dmitri’s eyes were dark as he sat down on the other side of her, his hand tracing a line down her stomach. “A feast,” he agreed, an appreciative hum emanating from deep in his throat. “And I’m starving.”
He lowered his head, his mouth finding hers in a deep, dominant kiss. I watched them, a strange, heady mix of jealousy and arousal surging through me. I wanted her, but I also wanted this—this shared possession, this dark, tangled intimacy.
I wanted her withus.
I bent over her, my hands and mouth finding her breasts. I suckled, my tongue swirling, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak, as I filled my hands with her plump, tender flesh. She arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips, her hands tangling in Dmitri’s hair.
“She tastes so good,” I murmured against her skin. “Sweet and salty. Like the sea.”
Dmitri pulled back from the kiss, his eyes meeting mine. There was a fierce, primal look in them, a challenge and an invitation all at once. He understood. He always understood.
“Together,” he whispered.
He moved down her body, his mouth tracing a path, licking and nibbling. I mirrored his movements on the other side, our mouths in perfect sync. We were a team, a well-oiled machine, and she was our sole target.
We kissed our way down the outsides of her legs, then back up the insides—ankles to muscular calves, behind her knees, then spreading her wide and drawing her legs back to gain access to her inner thighs. Our mouths were hungry, our tongues insistent, and she was whimpering. We nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, our teeth leaving faint red marks that would bloom into very light bruises by morning. She was writhing now, a moaning, pleading mess of need.
“Please,” she sobbed, her voice a breathless plea. “Please, I can’t…”
“You can,” I insisted. “And you will.”
Dmitri shifted and took hold of both her ankles now, spreading her legs wide and taking a moment to enjoy the spectacular view. The subdued lighting reflected off the wet trails we’d left on her flesh, and her own wetness, now dripping from her swollen pussy. He allowed himself to smile, then fairly dove between those gorgeous thighs, his mouth finding her slick, heated core, and I watched as he licked her. Her back arched off the bed, a ragged, needy cry tearing from her throat.
I moved up, my mouth claiming hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She tasted of desperation and desire, a potent, intoxicating cocktail. I kissed her deeply, my tongue dueling with hers, my hand cupping her breast, my thumb teasing her aching nipple.
“She’s soaking wet for us,” Dmitri murmured against her thigh. “Her pussy isweeping for us,justbegging to be filled.”
“She was born to be shared between us,” I growled against her mouth. “Look at her. She can’t get enough.”
I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes meeting Dmitri’s. He looked up at me from between her legs, his chin glistening with her arousal. There was an intense look in his eyes, a silent challenge and a shared understanding between us.
We were moving in sync, a dark, intricate dance of possession. It was a test of control, a silent negotiation for dominance, with Kara’s body as the battleground.
I ran a hand up her stomach, my fingers tracing the curve of her ribs. “She’s ours to play with, Dmitri. Ours to break. Ours to remake.”
He didn’t answer, just lowered his face between her legs and kissed her slit again, increasing the pressure of his mouth ashis tongue swirled around her clit with a ferocity that made her whole body tremble.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. I leaned down, my mouth brushing against her ear.
“You’re going to come for him, Kara,” I whispered.
“I don’t think—” she said hoarsely, but her voice trailed off in a breathy sigh that exposed her completely.Her hips arched,betrayingher denial too.
I leanedin a littlecloser, rumblingagainst her ear. “Your body knows its masters, sweet girl. It’s already begging for us.”
I moved my mouth to her breast again, my teeth catching her nipple in a sharp, stinging bite that made her gasp. “You’re soaking my brother’s face. Tell me you don’t want this.”
Dmitri chuckled. “She doesn’t have to say it,” he hummed, his voice thick with his own arousal. “I can taste it. She’s desperate for it.”
Dmitri laved at her clit, sliding two fingers inside of her and I watched her face, the blissed-out expression, the way her head fell back against the pillows, a silent surrender to the pleasure we were inflicting upon her.
“Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s already gone. Lost in it. We haven’t even fucked her yet, and she’s already ours.”
Dmitri looked at me for a brief moment before he increased the pressure of his mouth, his tongue swirling around her clita bit harder.
She was going to come. Icould see the evidence written all over her.
