Like he’d done with me.
He took a moment, deep in thought, before nodding with a salacious grin. I ran a finger down Saros’s shaft, making him shudder.
“Shit,” I heard Lynx exclaim.
This is going to be fun.
My gift swirled within me, moving smoothly, unlike the dust particles that had been trapped and itching for nourishment only a few weeks ago.
Taking him in my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks, moving up and down his shaft, licking the shapes of sacred runes along it as I did. He grabbed the nape of my neck, guiding his cock toward my throat. My eyes darted to Lynx who was looking both deep in pleasure and woefully confused at once, his brows knit tight as he breathed heavily, watching Saros enter and leave my mouth.
Their pelvises bucked beneath my touch and I’d never felt sexier. More powerful.
Which shocked me most of all.
When my body had changed, I felt strong becoming a mother. But sexy? I thought I’d left that part of me behind.
I knew that logically I could still be wanted, but I didn’t believe it,trulybelieve it, until now.
“Wicked, your mouth may be the death of me,” Lynx groaned, his hand stroking his shaft along with my motions.
“Of both of us,” Saros rasped out from above me. I peered up at him through my lashes, savoring him as he unraveled. My own body responding to their pleasure, wetness growing between my thighs.
“She likes that,” Lynx said, eyes hooded when I took Saros deeper. Then he walked over and knelt, whispering against the crest of my ear. The head of his cock was notched at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now for us, Wicked.”
“Do it,” I challenged, arching into him to inch his tip inside me. He eased himself farther until he was fully sheathed, my body clamping tightly. Goddess above, it felt incredible. I groaned around Saros, then began moving along his shaft again in time to Lynx’s thrusts. I gripped what I could of him with my hand, pulsing Desire into him, hoping he’d feel as deliriously full of ecstasy as they were both making me.
Saros hissed out a slew of mashed-up curses, warmth shooting the back of my throat. Face contorting, hips thrusting out the final waves of his release…
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
My body clenched around Lynx’s length, making him moan. Once Saros had begun to catch his breath and took a step back, Lynx wrapped his arm above my belly, pulling me upright while he continued to fuck me for both their pleasure.
Saros knelt in front of me, licking his fingers before bringing them to my clit. He drew rough circles and I shook like a leaf in the fall wind between them. Lynx plunged in and out of me, the hand holding me upright drifting up just as my body shifted forward in pleasure.
Oh shi—
Milk sprayed with jet propulsion straight into Saros’s face.
I froze in shock, then slipped off Lynx, quickly scrambling away. Grabbing my fuzzy robe, I held it in front of myself.
Goddess, how completely fucking mortifying.
This was why I needed a nursing-friendly lingerie line.
Saros dabbed at his face with the rim of the blanket.
“I’m so sorry,” I croaked out, face heating. “I understand if you want to stop. If you’re grossed out.”
Way to kill the mood.
When he dropped the fabric, he was smiling. Full-on smiling. With teeth! And Goddess, I would do absolutely everything in my power to see it more often. “Do I seem like I’m grossed out?”
Wait, what?
“A little spilled milk isn’t getting you out of this,” he said with a smooth chuckle, then he crawled toward me until his face was mere centimeters from mine. Forehead kissing my own, he clutched the robe I’d covered with and ripped it away.
“I already told you that every part of you is perfect for me, Wicked,” Lynx added, locking eyes with Saros. “Same goes for him.”
