I rose onto my tiptoes, digging my nails into Zion’s forearm holding me up.
Grinning, Damia raised her amber drink to us, took a sip, and then returned her focus to her companion.
“How he would trace the rim of that glass while he ordered us around.” Zion returned to circling my clit, slow and deliberate, his torture much too light for my preference.
I squirmed, hunting for the friction I desperately needed.
“How he would refuse to touch himself, instead observing us for any sign of deviation from his commands,” Zion whispered, and his rubs roughened, reaching the intensity I liked.
Writhing, Iburnedwith the need flooding my veins.
I’d missed this, all of this, from the teasing to the notion of Gedeon joining us. Physical connection had become my safe haven, a healing salve. I hadn’t fathomed how much I’d been deprived of genuine contact meant to please me until Gedeon and Zion had addicted me to it.
“Shh. As much as I love your singing, Gedeon would murder us if we caused a scene. And we want him in a merciful mood, don’t we?” Zion kicked my feet apart. “Unless you want him to drag you to the middle of this square, shove you to your knees, and turn you into a beautiful mess painted with our cum.” He yanked my panties aside. “But that would ruin Conall’s celebration.” Rapidly tapping out a melody on the sensitive bundle of nerves, Zion muffled my cry by clamping a hand over my mouth. “So be a nice and good little bird and keep the chirps to yourself while you come all over my fingers.” He pushed two digits inside me, swiftly curling them.
My back bowed as I squeezed my eyes shut, my cries spurring him on as he foundthatspot.
“I see you started having fun without me.”
40
KALI
The ice in Gedeon’s voice snapped my attention to him.
His gaze roved down between my legs, searing a path of scorching fire. He radiated menace on such a level I feared it was going to wilt the three cotton candies he’d brought. “I thought I had told you to keep Zion in check.”
Shit. I hadn’t considered that would include anything outside of making sure Zion’s knife stayed in its sheath.
“She is.” Zion kept his palm pressed over my mouth, smothering my sputtering, and began to massage the small area weakening my knees. “She’s gripping me so tightly I can’t do anything else.” He stuffed his middle finger into my mouth.
As if nudged by something invisible, I leaped at the chance to suck it, taking it as deep as I could. He groaned, his hips bucking into my backside as he rubbed himself against me.
“You should feel her.” He adjusted his grasp to encompass my lower jaw, his grip brutal enough to hurt, unrelenting in bringing me to the precipice. “She’s so drenched that if not for those drums, everyone would hear it.”
My eyes widened at the obscenity. The awareness that we were in a public space, at Conall’s wedding celebration, crashed on me like a bucket of cold water.
This is bad, bad, bad. We have to stop,I wanted to yell, but with Zion’s digit on my tongue, all that came out was a string of garbled noises.
“Good.” Gedeon maneuvered the three sweets he was holding to one hand. “She can imagine what the ride home tomorrow will be with our cum dribbling out of her pussy and ass.”
My mind blanked out. I contracted around Zion’s fingers, and his chuckle rolled over me like thunder as he ground the heel of his palm against my clit. “She likes that sound of that.”
“Because that’s what you want, is it not, Kali?” Gedeon swiped a sweaty strand off my nose. “Ten hours in a car with us, each bump on the road reminding you what it’s like to be fucked by us?”
I gulped. It seemed I’d inherited the proclivity for trouble from Zion. If it was even possible to inherit something from mere proximity to them.
But it didn’t surprise me. With Zion, everything was possible.
So I focused on sucking his middle finger instead of answering.
“Let her speak,” Gedeon barked.
Zion withdrew his digit. The pad of it traced the side of my neck, down to the hollow of my throat, between my breasts, trailing around the left one, closer and closer to?—
He pinched my nipple.
I gasped from the sting, but it blossomed into a pool of heat in my lower abdomen.
