Page 113 of First Offense

Auric shifted as well, the sheet a barrier neither male desired between us.

Warmth and expectation flooded my senses as both men continued driving me into a state of delirium.

Novak’s tongue was inside my mouth, his damp fingers tracing my hard nipple and painting my skin with my arousal. The stimulating caress left me shaking and yearning and panting for more.

Auric tugged my shorts down, the fabric whispering along my thighs to leave me naked and open and ready. But both men only wanted to taste.

Their lips and teeth and tongues were everywhere, starting at my mouth, then my neck, my chest, my abdomen, and then Auric’s head disappeared between my thighs for a long, sensuous lick that had me screaming his name.

Novak bit my breast, forcing me to utter his name as well, and I gave up trying to understand reason or reality and just let them devour me.

A sea of euphoria washed over me, intoxicating my being and leaving me a breathless, wanton shell of a woman lost to the desires of her mates.

Oh, but they weren’t mine yet.

I needed them inside me.

Their essences mingling with mine in the most intimate of ways.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

Novak chuckled, his face disappearing between my thighs next as Auric went to his knees beside me, his hand at the buckle of his pants. “Is this what you want, Lay?” he asked, his sapphire orbs intense and aware.

An important question.

A last chance to escape.

Because once he entered me, the deed would be done. He would be mine and I would be his.

Yes,I thought.Yes.

I couldn’t imagine another fate.

If he accepted me with my black wings, then I accepted him. He considered Noir beneath him, vile creatures with sinful proclivities. Yet he still wanted me. How could I not want him in return? He was noble, a warrior, the epitome of good. I couldn’t imagine a more suitable mate, our stations in life be damned.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

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Layla

“Yes,”I repeated for the third time, my back arching as Novak drew my clit into his mouth.

I looked down, noting the smile in his icy gaze.

He knew that response was for him, too. He wouldn’t ask. He wouldn’t take, either. He relied fully on the answers my body provided, his intuition uncanny and almost eerie. Yet so very right.

I slid my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as I enjoyed the pleasures of his tongue.Yes, yes. I would say it a thousand times. A million if they required it.

But the sound of a zipper told me it wasn’t needed.

Auric removed his pants first, leaving him as naked and as vulnerable as me. Yet he didn’t appear vulnerable at all, but powerful. Built. Strength personified. I pushed myself to my elbows, wanting to take him all in as he knelt beside me on the bed once more. So proud and beautiful, sculpted in every way, resembling a statue of perfection.

I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, his cock a picture of temptation I couldn’t ignore. Balancing on one elbow, I angled to take him deeper while I wrapped my free palm around his base, noting his impressive size and virility.

“Now there’s a beautiful sight,” Novak said, approval darkening his tone as he removed his tongue from my slick flesh.

“Trust me,” Auric said, weaving his fingers through my hair to hold me to him. “It feels even better than it looks.”