The Darkest Wolves - A.K. Koonce Page 0,34

inch of my sex. My thighs clench around Avian’s lean hips just as a cutting gasp tears from my lungs, and one of them sinks in hard while the other presses slow teasing circles over the most sensitive part of me.

“I-I um…” What. Are. Words.

They don’t exist. Only shaking gasps of air manage to fall from my parted lips, and even those aren’t really sure of how my lungs are actually supposed to function.

“What is it, beautiful?” Roman’s tone has that taunting sentiment, but it’s different right now. Sensual with smooth but gravelly whispers.

“I—” Fuck. What…? “I-I think we should move to the bed,” I finally manage to stutter out.

Avian only hums along my throat as he nips there with sharp teeth and a soothing tongue.

“No. No, I think right here is fine,” Roman says hotly against the shell of my ear, his fingers thrusting in and rubbing along a spot he seems to be rather fond of.

I am too, it seems. The moan he works out of me is like the one thing he seems to want in life, because I feel his smile curve against his lips as he kisses along my jaw and massages deeper, harder, faster.

Roman’s big hand holds me steady, and I can’t even focus on either man as trembles start to shake through my core. My jeans are pulled away. Cold air meets my skin, but then…warm air is along my thighs. My feet plant against hard shoulders, and the heat of steady exhales washes over the apex of my thigh. Lips skim with a hint of pressure there. Roman continues to pump into me with his palm slapping on the verge of pain and pleasure.

Until a warm mouth slides over his fingers, over my sex and consumes both of us with the swirl of his tongue. The gasp that trembles out of me is nearly a scream. Hard pressure flicks over my clit. Again. And again. And again before he sucks so hard there at the same time as Roman rocks right into that spot deep inside me.

Then I’m soaking down his hand, my palm finding his shoulder behind me, and I cling to him desperately as every part of me trembles against him. Echoes of my pleasure climb the walls and cascade around us.

Avian’s demanding tongue never does stop.

And neither does my release.

It comes again and again, slamming, pounding, consuming me entirely.

I’m a wreck. I don’t even know how they’re keeping me from sliding to the floor into a pile of useless arms and legs that no longer possess the ability to work anymore.

Their torturous movement against my wetness halts after a lifetime of pleasure passes me by. A tattered breath finds my lungs, and I almost remember that I should continue doing that. Breathing is good.

Yes. Yes.

My head falls back, and I focus on the weak inhales and exhales. The sweetness of his words wash over my neck as he takes me in like my pleasure is his own.

“Now we can go to the bed,” Roman says like sex and secrets.

My eyebrows arch high.

Because we’re just beginning, it seems.

And I have no idea how I’m going to keep up with two of them.

Avian pulls me close until my knees bend over his shoulders, his big hands wrap around the small of my stomach, and then he hauls me up. My hands grapple to hold on to his neck as a smile plays adorably against his lips, and he walks me across the room like that, as if he’s not even close to being done with his time between my thighs.

I pray to the Goddess that he lives there forever.

He smiles so hard at me that a charming dimple appears in his left cheek, and my hand relaxes just enough for my thumb to sweep up and trace that sexy feature near his full lips. His silver eyes are locked on me as he tilts his head and brushes his mouth slowly over the inside of my wrist.

Then he drops me, hands held out at his sides as I free fall down with an unattractive yelp crawling up my throat. My ass bounces against the bed, and I lie there for a moment, staring up at two devilish men smirking down on me.

Avian steps slightly closer as I’m spread out before him. As for Roman, he’s slowly unbuckling his pants, his penetrating gaze never leaving mine the entire time he unbuttons, hooks his thumbs, and then shoves off the last stitch of