Presented for sacrifice. My pussy clenches.
“Fuck,” Shiloh breathes. His index finger slides once through my slick. “You are absolutely dripping, love.”
Then he bends to taste me. My eyes squeeze shut.
Ever nips the side of my neck as Shiloh’s tongue parts my folds, lifts to my clit, circles the swollen nub with sinful precision. My chest heaves. Shiloh spears his tongueinside me, and I jolt in Ever’s hold, muscles tightening helplessly.
Shiloh grips my hips as his mouth works me over, and it is filthy to watch him when I force my eyes open—his dark head between my legs, his scruff brushing my inner thighs, his expression wicked and intent as he eats me like he has all the time in the world.
I grind against his face before I can stop myself. He smiles against me. Actually smiles.
I’m trembling, a shaking mess, cursing them and blessing them at the same time. Shiloh sucks my clit into his mouth.
Ever kisses along my jaw, my neck, murmuring things too low to separate into words and yet somehow every syllable lands. My nails dig into the back of his neck when Shiloh increases the pressure, the scrape of his teeth sending a white-hot pulse through my belly.
“That’s it, baby,” Ever rasps near my ear. “Let go. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Shiloh hums approval and flicks his tongue just right.
The orgasm is there. Right there. Hot and ready and building so hard it makes my thighs shake around his shoulders.
Then Shiloh eases off. I gasp in frustration.
He laughs softly against my cunt and does it again, keeping me right on the edge. Ever feels the changeimmediately. His hands tighten. His mouth finds the hinge of my jaw.
“Please,” I hear myself say, hating how wrecked I sound and not caring nearly enough.
“Please what?” Shiloh murmurs, mouth brushing my inner thigh.
I’d like to hate him. Instead I’m burning for him.
“Don’t be cruel.”
He glances up, lashes dark, lips wet. “Too late.”
He licks me again. Harder. Deeper. My whole body bows but it’s not enough.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Reva.” Nash’s steady voice breaks through the haze. “Shiloh. Show our little rebel what happens to bad girls.”
Shiloh spreads me wider with two fingers. My body isn’t mine anymore.
Or maybe worse—it is mine, and I am choosing this, choosing them, choosing the way pleasure makes a liar of every other intention I brought into this room.
And then he bites my clit and I scream.
Not so much that it’s painful, but definitely more than I can take with how worked up I am. His fingers are gone in the next instant, and his tongue is pressing down over his bite, soothing the sting left behind.
Tears prick the corner of my eyes at the retreating orgasm.
“Let go,” I whisper against the onslaught of emotion.
But Ever doesn’t let go, and Shiloh doesn’t remove my leg from his shoulder. Instead, he slides his tongue down to my pussy and sinks it inside me, fucking me with his mouth.
“One.” Nash announces. “Two to go. One for each of the men you walked away from, Reva.”
His words don’t register, not until Shiloh grins against my pussy and brings a hand up, fingers pressed on either side of my clit.
“Oh fuck.” I gasp, because that’s all I can do against the onslaught.
