“Zogar, your happiness matters. It matters to me.”
His chest visibly expands on a long inhale.
Feeling like an intruder in this conversation, I stand, planning to sneak away so they can talk.
“Don’t go.” She reaches up and takes my hand, and her gaze drifts to my cock that grows stiffer under her watch. “My greatest wish is that we can…” She shakes her head. “I’m so greedy.”
“You’re not,” Zogar and I say in unison.
He brushes her cheek with the back of his hand. “Tell me what you want, my love.”
“I want to share everything, my entire life, withbothof you.” She draws in a ragged breath. “I love both of you.” She looks between us. “I love you both so much.”
My heart nearly explodes with joy, and Zogar’s eyes widen. “Youlove… me?”
“Zogar, I love you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t said it aloud, but the last time I tried, you stopped me.”
She glances up at me, and I mouth, “I love you too.”
Zogar’s arms wrap around her, and he pulls her into a passionate kiss, one so ferocious there’s no chance she can breathe. I try to move away, but she keeps her hold on my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling.
“Don’t go.” Her words rise toward me as Zogar transfers his kisses to her throat, then her shoulder. “I want—” she says breathlessly. “Ineedto keep both of you close to me right now. I need to feel you near me. I can’t lose either of you ever again.”
Zogar looks toward me with disbelief in his expression.
I nod. Then he lifts her, and his lips close around one of her breasts.
Her back arches as she cries out in pleasure, and she tugs my hand. “Hold me, Saxon,” she says softly. “I want to feel your strong heat against me. I want to know you’re here with me. I need to know that this isn’t a dream. That you’re safe.”
Zogar has extended both of his legs now, so I slide my hand over her shoulder, maintaining contact with her skin as I stand astride his legs.
Feeling me behind her, she lets my other hand go, and I lower myself to kneel, one leg on either side of Zogar’s, and I press my chest against her back as Zogar suckles her breasts.
She reaches behind to touch me, gently caressing my thigh, and my stiff cock grazes her back.
She moans and then turns to kiss me. Wrapping her arm around my head to hold it in place, her body slides gently against my hardness.
CHAPTER 49
Zogar
My heart is about to explode. Does she truly love me? I don’t want to question her words. Not right now. Not while I’m tasting her breasts, her skin. Not while I’m hearing her moan softly in pleasure. I don’t care whether it’s my lips or his cock that’s making her moan. For this moment, I choose to believe her declaration that she loves us both.
She turns to kiss Saxon, and my hands continue to roam the soft places my mouth just kissed. I lose track of what I’m doing. Closing my eyes, I taste and touch every part of her skin that’s offered.
Opening my eyes, I realize she’s fully turned herself around. She’s standing now, facing away from me, granting me access to stroke up the backs of her thighs and fondle the cheeks of her beautiful ass.
Kissing her bottom, I slide my fingers through the folds of her cleft, and she gasps, moaning into Saxon’s mouth as they kiss.
He groans. “Fuck, ma chérie,” he says. “Your touch on my cock—” His words are cut off by another loud groan.
“Can I kiss it?” she asks him. “Can I take you into my mouth?”
I slide a finger between her soft folds.
She gasps and her hips pump. “Your finger feels so good, my king.”
I growl. She’s never called me that before—not in that way—and I push a finger inside her. She cries out in pleasure, bending forward to give me better access.
