Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,49

my free hand, he moves his arms, letting me pull it over his head.

Then he drapes his body over mine, his bare chest meeting my flushed, sensitive breasts as our hips keep moving, undulating against each other. Every time his hardness presses against the spot at the apex of my thighs, something warm and wonderful spreads through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the thing I need.

“Nix!”

The word is a gasp.

A breath.

A plea.

Then three things happen at once.

Remington bites down on my finger, his tongue swirling over the tip of it in a wild, hungry pattern just as Phoenix buries his face in the crook of my neck and sucks hard on the skin there. At the same instant, my gaze locks on Beckett, who isn’t even touching me, just watching with a look of such abject desire on his face that it’s too much for me to bear.

Pleasure spikes inside me. My eyes flare wide as an orgasm crashes through me like a raging river, and I can’t look away from those bright green irises as my mouth opens on a sound I’ve never made before in my entire existence.

I get why the woman in the kitchen sounded like she was crying now, why she sobbed out her release with hiccupping, gasping noises.

Because it’s that much.

That overwhelming.

It feels like I might be dying, and also like it might be the first moment I’ve ever truly been alive.

“Oh… oh, please…”

The pleasure keeps coming, and I keep moaning. Phoenix keeps grinding against me, and Remington keeps sucking on my finger. And through all of it, Beckett keeps watching.

There’s a bulge straining at his pants, pressing against the fabric of his expensive suit, and the sight of it does almost as much to me as the feel of Phoenix’s hardness pressing against my core, dragging out the last shuddery waves of my orgasm.

For a second, my body goes limp.

For a second, the ache deep inside of me goes away.

But the fire burning through my veins is still raging, and I rock against Phoenix again, still needing—needing something.

“More,” I manage to get out, one hand clutching at Nix’s back, fingernails digging into his warm, perfect skin. The other is still occupied by Remi’s mouth, but when he releases my finger with a wet pop, I groan in frustration.

“More. Please…”

“Shit.” Remi sounds almost pained, and his fingers thread through mine, gripping tightly. “She’s not done, Beck. Whatever this is, she got a good fucking dose of it.”

“Goddammit. Yeah, she did.” Nix releases my neck, licking away the sting from where he sucked hard on my skin. Then he draws back a little, his hips still pressing into mine, giving me friction where the ache is building up inside me again. “We’ve got you, doll. Okay? You’re gonna be all right.”

“You’re not fucking her.”

Beck’s voice is hard, and the tone of it is so surprising that I yank my attention from the other two men to stare up at him again. His expression is hard, and it’s not quite greed I see on his face. I can’t tell what it is.

“Dude, I know.” Nix rolls his eyes, then grimaces when I press my ankles against his ass, urging him to roll his hips harder. “She’s making it hard as hell, but I’m not Sawyer, for fuck’s sake.”

Lust.

I think they’re talking about their brother, Lust, and for a wild moment, I wish he were here. Maybe he would give me what I need so badly. Maybe he wouldn’t hold himself back like these men all are for reasons I can’t quite understand right now.

Another whimper escapes my lips, and I rock against every one of Nix’s thrusts. There’s a promise in each one of them, a hint of something incredible and wonderful and perfect.

But his pants are in the damn way.

My panties, soaked as they are, are in the damn way.

Why are any of us still wearing clothes?

It strikes me suddenly that we shouldn’t be, and I reach between us, grabbing for Nix’s pants and fumbling with the button at his waistband.

“Shit,” he curses, pulling away from me like I’ve burned him. As I get a better look at his face, I can see that his cheeks are a little flushed, his messy blond hair more tousled than usual from my fingers.

He looks like he’s coming apart, unraveling.

And I love it.

I reach for him again, but he’s gripping my legs and unwinding them from his waist, slipping away from me—and with Remi still holding