The Darkest Wolves - A.K. Koonce Page 0,35

formality that was between us.

There’s nothing formal about him and me now. My wetness is bared to them both. And Roman’s cock is so hard it wavers, catching my attention and bringing an ache to my core that I had previously thought they’d soothed.

Not enough, it seems.

“Take your shirt off,” Roman whispers through a growl, his pale eyes shining in the dim lighting with sinister, sensuous intent.

Several hard beats of my heart pass as I blink up at him before my brain kicks in and I scramble to do exactly as he says. Not only that, but my thoughts go into overdrive, and I take his demanding words and practically echo them right back.

“Take your pants off,” I command of Avian in a loud voice that’s a little too desperate to be ladylike.

Fuck ladylike. Ladylike doesn’t exist here. I’ll save that etiquette for when I’m not still dripping wet from an orgasm two men happily gave me.

Avian’s slow demeanor is so much more confident and fluid than my flailing undressing. His boyish smile is sexy, and his big hands work below his waist to slide off his pants in a casual display of certainty.

Is he that certain in all aspects of his life? Will he be that confident in just a little while?

Because now, we’re naked.

And my slamming heart is all too aware of what might come next.

“You’re anxious. You’re never anxious…” Roman tilts his head at me with a gentleness smoothing his sharp features. “Come here, beautiful.”

I lift until I’m on my knees, and my hands find the soft blanket as I crawl to him with my ass swaying just slightly. His dark eyebrows shift higher and that smile on his lips turns devious.

“Not too anxious, it seems,” Avian says, and I have absolutely no idea how he knows what I’m doing, but the way he bites back his smirk tells me he’s very aware.

“I’m not. I’m not nervous.” I peer up at one man and then the other from beneath my thick lashes. I’m aware of my body. I’m aware of my beauty. I’m assured in both. But the dynamics of the three of us are not something I’ve ever considered.

I want—I want to make them feel as safe and happy and so, so fucking good as they make me feel.

Part of me is terrified this could all easily go wrong, and once it goes wrong, nothing will be the same.

So right now, I have to make sure tonight goes so very right.

I hold the smoldering look in Roman’s eyes as my head lowers down the hard panes of his body. My tongue sweeps along the lines there, trailing down, down, down. I don’t look away from him until the smooth tip of his cock kisses my lips, and my mouth opens to take his rigid shaft as deep as my throat will let me. My hand against his hip steadies the bobbing of my head, and despite the sexy groan he releases, it’s not enough.

It never will be.

Not when we’re like this.

My other hand reaches, and I feel Avian’s hard muscles beneath my fingertip. With a jerk of his hip, I bring him closer.

Closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Until he’s just near enough…for their tips to touch, and my tongue to swirl over one, and then the other.

The whispered groan of curses surprises me when I realize it’s Avian worshiping the word fuck again and again. I slide down his shaft and then his friend’s just to do it all over again simply because I like the way those nasty words sound against his tongue. Avian’s hand sinks through my hair, and it’s Roman’s cock he shoves me down deeper against like he wants to imprint the image of my mouth fucking his best friend.

The idea of that alone is what pulses want through the sensitive spot just between my thighs.

And as if he senses that too, Avian pulls my hair hard and doesn’t stop until I’m looking up at him with hooded eyes and gasping lips.

“Come here,” Avian rasps, taking a seat at my side, spreading his legs wide and not waiting a single second for me to comply. He drags me roughly by the hair right where he wants me. My legs straddle his, but he tilts my head back harder just to kiss up the column of my throat and along my ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful in ways you’ll never understand, Cers.” He whispers that sentiment and it’s tinged with sweet aggression. The possessiveness of his words