“Is he okay?”
“He will be. Thank you, Alaya. You brought him back to us. Now for your reward …” he drawls, his voice husky.
Domanikk’s hands tug my shirt up over my head, then gently untie the cord at my waist and push my trousers down.
I hear Reth’s breathing hitch.
His mouth curves into a predatory smile. “Who would be angrier that I’m about to make you come so hard for me, Little Wildie? Domanikk, or your husband?”
Domanikk’s wicked laugh behind me makes my legs tremble, as his hands clamp my wrists, holding them at my sides.
“Are you ready, darling? Whatever you do, don’t touch him.” Domanikk’s hot breath sighs close to my ear.
Reth undresses slowly, eyes locked with my own, licking his lips like he can already taste me. His leathers drop with a clunk, then his rough, now steady and confident fingers unbutton his trousers. My desire floods through me—red-hot heat prickling my skin as he grabs his cock, easing it free. It’s already hardening, matching his physique—strong, powerful, and immense.
He steps free of his trousers and comes to us, and when his strong hands finally touch my skin, running up from my hips over my sides, dipping and cupping my breasts, I let out a breath that ends in a moan. Heat spreads everywhere his fingers touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you’re turned on.” Reth’s laugh is low. His hands knead my breasts gently as he covers my nipples with his hot mouth, sucking them into hardened peaks. My body arches towards him, seeking more.
I sigh deeply when his hard chest presses into me and his mouth brushes my lips. The contact is electric—little bolts of lightning arcing between us as my tongue eagerly reaches for him before he even deepens the kiss. I feel his mouth smile against mine.
“What an eager Little Wildie.”
His tongue twines with mine, wet and hot. Our lust and desire twist together, and he groans when I cover his mouth with mine, drawing him deep so I can taste his passion. Sharp pleasure stabs into my depths, and I moan around him.
“Reth!”
I feel his cock pressing into my belly jerk, growing harder and thicker with every swirl of our tongues, every painful nip of lips, every hot breath shared.
My heat burns hotter, my legs parting instinctively as my insides clench and relax. I feel like I’m on fire, rivulets of sweat tickling as they roll down my spine.
I start to unravel and my yearning for him takes control.
“Tell me what you want, Alaya. I need you to say it.”
Gods, I need everything. All of him.
“I need you.”
“Tell me, Little Wildie. Is it this?”
His hand slips between my legs and covers me, his rough fingers parting my lips, running through my slickness, finding my throbbing clit. I bite my lip, holding tight to the heat building in my core as I arch against the presence behind me.
“Use your words. Our Reth likes them dirty.” Domanikk purrs in my ear, his tongue darting out to lick it.
Oh, sweet hell!
I almost forgot he was there, his own erection pressed against my rear. His presence, his touch, his words—it makes that fire roar and my inhibitions shatter.
“I need to feel your cock inside me before this fire devours me,” I pant against Reth’s lips.
He pulls back, looking down into my eyes, his desire making them flash erratically. He’s so brokenly perfect.
“Dom. Let her hands go.”
“Careful, darling.” Domanikk warns me.
“Put your hands on my chest,” Reth commands.
