My knees almost buckle. “Yes,” I whisper, barely able to form the word. My heart pounds rapidly against my chest. It’s so loud, I wonder if they hear it.
“Then undress her,” he commands softly. “Slowly.” The dominance in his tone has Niko’s body tensing. He seems fine—relieved, even—to have Zephyr leading this moment. Like he’s tired of giving orders and making demands. He’s ready to just submit and feel.
Niko’s eyes flash, not with rebellion, but pure hunger for me. No man has ever looked at me with raw, unfiltered need. He runs his hand down my sides and, once at my hips, lifts the hem of my shirt. His hands are reverent, fingertips barely skimming my skin as he pulls the fabric over my head, and yet my body is set ablaze for him. His hungry gaze admires my boobs before making quick work of my pants.
I’m left standing in nothing but a simple pair of underwear—plain, cotton, and practical. I didn’t wake up thinking I would be under the scrutiny of two gorgeous males, so I didn’t put on my frilly pair. Hell, I don’t even think I own a frilly pair. Suddenly, I feel so exposed under their gaze, not knowing if I’m enough.
But neither looks disappointed. Niko’s eyes darkenwith unfiltered lust, and Zephyr… his jaw clenches like he’s physically restraining himself. He doesn’t attempt to touch me, but the way his gaze roams my body is as good as any touch. There’s heat in his expression, yes, but there’s also something akin to fondness. Fondness for me?
“Beautiful,” Zephyr breathes. “Isn’t she, Niko?”
“She’s everything,” Niko replies, voice thick with lust and adoration.
He kneels in front of me without instruction. The fae king. Kneeling. For me. I feel like I’ve died and gone to horny heaven.
His hands run over my thighs as he presses a kiss to the soft skin above the waistband. “Can I taste you, sweetheart?”
I fear if I speak, an embarrassing whimper will leave my lips. So, I nod, hoping that’s enough for him, needing it to be enough. My hands ball into fists, digging my nails into my palms because I need something other than my rapid heartbeat to focus on.
He doesn’t remove my underwear right away. He presses his mouth against the fabric, inhaling deeply, as if the scent of my arousal is enough to undo him. Then, with a growl of restraint shredding at the edges, he pulls my panties aside and licks a firm stripe up my center. It catches me off guard, even though I knew it was going to happen. My hands fly to his hair as a moan escapes me.
“You’re still wet,” he groans against me. “So fucking sweet like honey. When you came for me in the kitchen, I desperately wanted to taste you, and now I’ll get the chance.”
My knees are about to give out, but before I go crashing to the floor, Zephyr wraps a strong arm around my waist from behind me, supporting me as my legs wobble. His lips brush my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Be a good girl and stay still for him. I want to see you come undone.”
I grow weak from his words alone, while a whimper escapes my lips. This is all too much, but I don’t dare stop it. I don’t dare mention this whole scene isn’t very “I don’t want to mate you” of him.
I grip Zephyr’s arm for balance as Niko drags his tongue through my core again. He uses two fingers to part me, and I have no time to be self-conscious as he takes my clit into his mouth. It’s so sensitive to his touch.
“Niko!” I gasp, tugging on his hair. He devours me, slow at first, then faster, more purposefully, learning every little twitch and moan like they’re sacred. He feasts on me like he’s studied how to please me his entire life. If I had known it would feel like this, I would have insisted we do this much sooner, because, god, it feels so fucking good.
When his tongue circles my clit, he adds two fingers inside me, curling just right to make me thrash against Zephyr. His arms tighten around me, a deep laugh tickling my ears. Niko pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me. I nearly sob from the sensation. It’s too much, but my greedy body also wants more.
“I—Niko—I can’t?—”
“You can,” Zephyr says. All my excuses die on my lips. “And you will.”
Zephyr adjusts his hold on me. One of his handsrests under my breasts, and my nipples pebble in anticipation. I’m keenly aware that I’m the only one naked here, and they’re both still very much clothed. I should feel intimidated, but I don’t. I feel like a damn queen being worshiped by two incredibly sexy admirers. Still, I want to get them out of their clothes, and soon.
Niko is relentless as he alternates between sucking and teasing my clit. His fingers move in rapid succession, drawing out moan after moan. My pussy clenches around them, desperate for more. The combination is maddening, and my entire body clenches with need.
Just as I feel like I’m close to the edge and can’t handle any more…everything stops, and a strangled, anguished cry bursts from me. But then Niko pulls back with a smug smirk. His lips are wet with my desire, and he looks up at me with his pupils blown wide. I can’t help but whimper at the loss. I’m so damn close… He can’t stop yet.
“She’s close,” he echoes my thoughts.
“Good.” Zephyr steps around me now, guiding me gently to the bed. “Lie back, Evangeline. We’re far from done. Your king needs more of his mate.”
I obey, heart pounding. My legs barely keep me upright, but I manage to crawl onto the bed with a little help from Zephyr. I can’t seem to stay still, my entire body vibrating with pent-up need. The sheets are cool against my overheated skin, the carved wood of the canopy bed wrapping around me like a throne.
I feel like something sacred here. Revered. Even though what we are about to do is far from sacred, andactually downright sinful. These fae will be the death of me, but I think I’d welcome it happily.
Zephyr takes his time stripping Niko. With each layer that comes off, my heart hammers in anticipation. Niko’s full body on display is an artist's dream; every dip and curve needs to be professionally captured. Muscles from years of hard work make me want to kiss every part of his sculpted body.
Zephyr is next to strip. He sheds his tunic slowly, revealing lean, muscled strength beneath. There are scars on his torso—presumably reminders of battles past. I want to ask about them, to run my tongue over each one, but the closed-off look he gives me stills the thought. He might be commanding me now, but he’s not mine. This is for Niko’s benefit, and I’d do well to remember that. Still, it doesn’t mean I can’t admire his gorgeous body.
Niko moves onto the bed, and Zephyr climbs behind him, murmuring something in his ear too quiet for me to hear. Whatever he says makes Niko shudder.
Then Zephyr wraps his hand around the back of Niko’s neck, guiding him toward me. “Take her. Now.”
