Page 81 of Claim Me

I’ve never felt so needy before. So bold. Sohungry.

Bane’s lips caress the sensitive spot behind my ear as Nox’s palms move up and down my legs. He’s on his knees before me while Bane’s hot chest burns against my back.

The conundrum is too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s driving memad.

A moan escapes me as Bane drags his teeth along the tendon of my neck, his hands clasping my hips.

They’re seducing me. Drugging me on their presence.Teasingevery nerve of my body.

Bane’s fingers toy with the strings of my bikini bottoms while Nox’s touch drifts down to my ankles.

I wait, holding my breath, hoping Bane will tug on the ties and free me from my suit.

But he doesn’t.

He just plays with the knot, taunting my senses.

I lean back into his muscular strength, my head tilting so I meet his gaze. “You’re torturing me.”

“Am I?” he asks, his dark eyes glittering with amusement.

“You both are,” I accuse as Nox’s mouth touches the inside of my thigh.

It’s an electric sensation, one that intensifies as he draws his fingers up my calves to my knees.

I look down into his vibrant blue irises, noting the grin in his sparkling depths.

“Definitely torturing me,” I growl as I thread my fingers through his damp hair. “You can’t properly wash me while I’m still in this swimsuit.”

“Did that sound like an invitation to take it off, Nox?” Bane asks against my ear.

“It certainly sounded like one to me, Bane,” Nox replies. “But I think she needs to say it plainly. Demand we strip her. Tell us exactly what she wants.”

“Mmm, I agree.” Bane’s breath is hot against my skin, his words a low murmur that makes my heart race. His Scottish accent is somehow thicker now,deeper. I rarely seem to notice it, his lilt only coming to light in certain phrases every now and then.

But I hear it in this shower, in the way he’s speaking against my ear.

It’s still subtle.

As is Nox’s accent.

But it’s so damn alluring. It has me wondering if any of my Irish roots are showing. I, too, sometimes have a lilt. Typically when emotions run high.

As they are right now.

“Tell us what you want, lass,” Bane murmurs. “Tell me to untie these little bottoms and I will.”

“Then you can tell me where you want my mouth,” Nox adds, his words a breath against my thigh. “Tell me how to use my tongue. Let me lick that sweet pussy and taste your exquisite pleasure for myself.”

Bane groans. “If you let him do that, I’ll need to sample it for myself. But I can start with yer tits, lass. Suckle your nipples. Drive you mad.”

“What color do you think they are?” Nox asks, his blue eyes going to the male behind me. “Rosy pink? A dusky brown?”

“Definitely rosy.” Bane nuzzles my neck. “Want us to remove your top? See if we’re right?”