The hand on her cheek slid to the back of her head. He buried his fingers in her hair, tugging gently and making her shiver. “Make her cum, Grey,” Hunter commanded, then he covered her mouth with his.
The kiss was hard and insistent and demanding, and Destiny immediately surrendered to it, opening to him, moaning at the feel of his tongue claiming hers. Hunter’s other hand found herbreast, and he brushed his thumb over a taut nipple before teasing it between his thumb and forefinger. Greyson lowered his head and took her clit in his mouth again. At the same moment, he slipped two fingers inside of her, moving them in tandem with his tongue.
Destiny exploded.
Destiny erupted.
Destinydetonated.
She came harder than she’d ever cum before. She came harder than she thought was possible. She shook and moaned and writhed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She came until she was completely wrung out, panting for breath, her muscles turned to jelly.
When the world returned, she was met with satisfied grins on two of the handsomest faces she’d ever seen. Greyson had acquired a towel and was gently wiping between her thighs, while Hunter stroked her hair. Destiny felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest.
“Time for breakfast.” Hunter declared, already moving toward the table. “You can’t live on dessert alone, Kitten. Good thing you have us to take care of you.”
Destiny liked the sound of that very much.Toomuch. The ache in her chest came again.
She might be in trouble.
Destiny forced a smile, determined to enjoy the moment. She’d chosen to do something for herself, and she wasn’t going to start overthinking now—at least she was going to try not to. There would be plenty of time for worrying later.
“This all smells so good!” She sat up, pulling her robe back on. It was ridiculous to try and be prim and proper when her breakfast companions had just given her the best orgasm of her life, but she could try. “What is it?”
It was Hunter’s turn to grin smugly. “Grey nicked some pastries and hot chocolate from the kitchens. I made steamed buns.”
Greyson gave his packmate a halfhearted glare. There wasn’t much bite behind it, considering he looked completely contented, as though he was the one who’d just had his mind blown and body wrecked. He’d slid closer to Destiny to lounge against the couch with his arm stretched out behind her and she was acutely aware of his proximity.
“Sod off, Li. We all use the skills and means at our disposal.” Greyson shrugged. “Chef’s pastries are quite good, and the hot chocolate is probably just as tasty lukewarm.”
Destiny laughed, surprised by how masterfully they put her at ease with their good-natured bickering. “It isn’t a competition, boys. Tell me more about these steamed buns though. I’m famished.”
“They’re a common Chinese breakfast item. Though you can eat them at any meal, of course.” Hunter uncovered his tray to reveal a basket of goodies about the size of dinner rolls, though the white dough was pinched in a pretty pattern of folds at the top. “I was raised by my grandmother, a sassy southern white lady who loves to cook. She did her best to connect me with my mother’s culture, even though my mom wasn’t in my life. Meemaw and I learned to make these together but mine are better than hers.”
Hunter’s voice was matter of fact when he spoke of his mother, but Destiny could tell there was a story there. Despite how much Dana Duvalle got on her nerves, she couldn’t imagine not having her mother in her life. How had Hunter come to be raised by his grandmother? Destiny wanted to know more but didn’t want to pry.
“Sweet or savory?” Hunter asked, before Destiny could come up with a suitable response.
“Bloody hell! You seriously made both kinds?” Greyson demanded incredulously. “You’re fucking diabolical. I never stood a chance.”
“All’s fair in love and war, old boy,” Hunter replied in an exaggerated British accent. “I wasn’t sure which she’d like best.”
Though his words were teasing, his voice was sincere. Destiny was touched by the gesture. Hunter had woken early to cook for her and was sharing something meaningful to him. She swallowed against a lump rising in her throat.
“I hate having to choose between good things!” She said, studying the basket of buns. “Savory first, then I’ll try sweet, I think. Since technically I already had my dessert.”
Instead of handing her the bun, Hunter crouched in front of her and held it to her lips. He looked every bit as dominant as he had when directing her not to cum, so Destiny knew better than to argue about letting him feed her. She bit into the bun and was met with an explosion of flavor: eggs and vegetables seasoned and blended into a magical concoction so much better than the individual ingredients.
Destiny let out a little moan of pleasure at the taste and Hunter’s eyes darkened again. Beside her, Greyson sighed dramatically. Hunter grinned smugly.
“You’re not the only one who can make her moan,” Hunter taunted, winking at Destiny and filling her stomach with butterflies. “Don’t be bitter about it, Valentine. You’ve been peacocking since she said your cunnilingus was perfect. You can let me have this one.”
Destiny giggled around a mouthful of food. Greyson toyed with a lock of her hair, making her shiver. She felt a sense of calm, a lightness she hadn’t felt in a long while. She refused to think about why.
“Fair point. I suppose you deserve a consolation prize, since I’m the one who can still taste Star’s juicy cunt on my tongue,”Greyson replied. Those filthy words in his posh accent did unfair things to Destiny’s body. “I think I’ll skip your buns this morning, Hunt. I want to savor the flavor of her perfect pussy for as long as possible.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Destiny was going to spontaneously combust. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to quell another rush of slick.
Hunter’s nostrils flared. “Stop distracting her, Grey. She needs to eat.”
