She was killing me. “Please, Haven. Turn around.”
She turned, and I saw her back. Scars marked every inch of her skin. I hesitated, ready to demand answers—ready to kill whoever had hurt her—until I saw the quick shake of Remy’s head. He’d explain later.
Tamping down my fury, I pulled her against my chest as my hands reached forward to play with those perfect nipples. I barely touched them, circling, teasing.
She leaned her head back and groaned, and my dragonpurred with satisfaction. We’d eviscerate the ones who’d harmed her, later. Tonight was about her pleasure.
“She likes that, Zane. Don’t stop.” Remy was licking his way up her thigh. Lucky bastard.
I knew the exact second when his tongue touched her clit. Her body stiffened.
My teeth grazed the shell of her ear, and I noted her shivery response. “Let him make you come, sweetness.”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
I plucked her nipples, offering tiny zings of pain before soothing the delicate skin.
She writhed. “Zane.”
My name on her lips was like a shot of lust to my veins, and I ground my cock into her ass.
“That’s it, sweetness. Let us make you feel good. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to taste you, to make you scream my name as you shattered at my touch.”
Her breath came in short, sharp pants.
“Please, Haven, be a good girl and drape your legs over Remy’s shoulders.”
She did as I asked, even as her head lolled against my chest. The tiny mewling sounds escaping her lips were sweet torture.
Remy pulled his head back, blowing on her clit as he fingered her.
“Remy.” Her voice was a plea.
“Whatever you need, Haven.” His mouth closed over her clit.
Her breath caught.
Her back arched.
She screamed.
And the only thing I wanted in the whole world was to make her do it again.
Chapter
Sixty-Three
HAVEN
Only Zane’s arm kept me upright. I would have melted into a puddle on the floor without his support.
I looked down at Remy. His impossibly blue eyes twinkled, and his lips curled into the crooked smile that got to me. I caught a whiff of masculine pride. He liked that he’d made me scream before leaving me incapable of speech.
“Is her pussy as sweet as her lips?” Zane’s dirty words sent a jolt through my core. I’d just had the best orgasm of my life. I couldn’t want more. But I did.
Remy licked his lips. “Just as sweet.”
Zane’s answering moan rumbled down his chest, and wherever we touched, it rumbled through me. My pussy clenched.
