I licked my lips, not knowing what to say—not wanting to sayanythingin fear that he’d stop. His fingernails grazed againstmy flesh, and goose bumps spawned under the scrape. More slick trickled down my thigh.
With his body bowed close to me, one palm braced on the armrest of the couch, he slid his palm between my thighs. I relaxed from clenching them together, and he took advantage, pushing his finger inside me without moving his gaze from mine. I fisted my hand on his chest, feeling his smooth skin. I studied the contrast, mine a shade darker than his.
While the other two were on the paler end, Kyan was bronze. A tall, swarthy Alpha who exuded quiet, subtle dominance.
Then he curled his finger inside my wet channel and erased every thought from my brain. Lust swelled painfully, but I didn’t move, blinking up at him and panting. His face hovered inches from mine, our breath mingling together.
Slowly, he moved his finger in a circular motion, rubbing me with teasing glides as he avoided my clit.
I rolled my lips into my mouth and sank my teeth into them. It was all I could do not to cry out with desperation. His Alpha pheromones radiated from him, searing my nose in the best way. My muscles flexed around his finger, and another wave of slick dripped from me.
His jaw flexed, and he knelt, his big hands settling on my knees to spread them while pushing me back at the same time, so my ass was perched on the edge of the armrest. He dropped to his knees and buried his head between my legs, fusing his mouth to my sex.
I struggled to hold on to the couch, digging my fingernails into the fabric. All while he devoured me, shoving his tongue inside me and licking up my slick, then pulling out and swirling around my clit.
My stomach cramped. Soon, I wouldn’t have the strength to hold myself up.
“Mmmm,” he moaned against my wetness, and the vibration traveled through my sex with such delicious waves. Heat in my belly expanded, and then he flicked his tongue, and I was obliterated. Screaming, I tossed my head back, one of my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard.
The orgasm rippled through my core, and he didn’t stop feasting. Lapping up every bit of my need. Reason settled over me, and I loosened my hold on his hair, placing my palm on the couch to support myself. Hard breathing came from behind me, and then arms were around my waist, a face pressing into the side of my neck, surrounding me with more Alpha scent.
Kyan’s hands flexed on my hips, the tip of his fingers pressing into my ass. The hands left my waist and slid up to cup my breasts. The arm had a host of tattoos—Sinclair. Sharp spears of pleasure rippled from his rub of my nipple.
Kyan’s pace didn’t stop as he ate me out, while Sinclair nuzzled the side of my throat, nibbling and sucking at the skin with toe-curling force. I was producing so much slick, he couldn’t keep up. He pulled back, eyes on mine, his irises a thin ring around his bloomed pupil. His chin and mouth were wet, and he licked his slick-damp lips. I couldn’t look away from him, a hollow need building in my channel.
Leaning down, Kyan ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh, collecting slick as he went. The meticulous way he touched and licked me left me panting.
He exhaled, spreading my sex as if he was spreading the petals of a blooming flower. His intense focus rocked through me, my clit pulsing with my rapid heartbeat.
Kyan worked a finger inside my pussy, and that was all it took. I came again, my back arching, my hips writhing.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Sinclair hissed into my ear. I struggled to wrench my eyes open to watch Kyan. I enjoyed watching himeat me out. His face had a fine coat of slick, especially his mouth—an alarming amount.
Sinclair buried his face in my neck, groaning, hands cupping my breasts. All while I struggled to catch my breath from the mind-numbing orgasm.
“I can’t wait to make you squirt on my face.” The mumbled words vibrated against my neck. “To make you min—” Sinclair suddenly stiffened, and he let me go so fast, I tumbled onto the ground.
I yelped, and both Sinclair and Kyan reached out, but just as quickly snatched their hands away.
I blinked up at them, switching from one stricken expression to the other. Sinclair dragged his palm over his closely cut hair. With a shake of his head, he turned on his boots, the stomps almost slamming on the ground with his retreat.
“Wait.” I bunched the bottom of Kyan’s jeans. He stiffened, his body so taut I was worried he’d snap.But he stopped.“Tell me when you have information on Alice Lane.”
Instead of saying anything, his jaw twitched. As soon as I let his pants go, he strode away, close to running. The door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the ringing silence.
I had no doubt. They wanted me—badly.
A smile curled my lips.
This would definitely work in my favor.
Chapter 10
Istood in the bathroom, wrapped in a fresh towel, while I scrubbed the small hand towel across my freshly toned ash-blonde hair.
All of them had avoided me for the last half day, and it made me feel even more empowered.
The fog slowly faded from the mirror. My lips were swollen as all hell. I gasped, leaning forward, and in my reflection, my tongue flicked out across them. They didn’t hurt, but they felt puffy. But that wasn’t the worst part; it was the deep red hickeys that graced my neck, right over my Scent Gland. Sinclair had left a very visible claim . . . Yet, I didn’t want to take off running.
