Page 54 of Illusory (The Marked Saga #8)

My heart banged in my chest like a caged madwoman as Trace and I materialized in my bedroom, the cold barely making a dent against my overheated skin. His palm was still plastered against my mouth and my jeans were still hanging halfway down my thighs, my body frozen in the throes of an orgasm that had been so rudely ripped away.

Dazed, I raised my fingers to slowly lower his hand from my mouth as I tried to blink through the blizzard that was whiting out my mind. Somewhere in the periphery of my awareness, I could feel my thoughts trying to break through the storm, to bring sense back into my brain, but they were too weak to make it through the fog.

“Fuck, I can still taste you on my tongue,” murmured Trace near my ear, his deep voice vibrating through my veins, as though it were a tangible force, claiming everything it touched.

I nearly buckled at his words as firecrackers went off in my head, making the thickened haze swirl even faster. Grateful for the dim lighting that hid the flush staining my cheeks, my hand dropped to my jeans, pulling at the fabric as I suddenly became very aware of what I had allowed to happen—at how fast and far I had fallen. But before I could finish covering myself up, Trace stopped me.

“I’m not done,” he warned gruffly, halting my effort.

Something greedy and savage burgeoned in my chest at his words, but before I could fully process the meaning behind the traitorous reaction, the bedroom door clicked shut, drawing my attention to Dominic as he leaned his back against the door jamb and smirked at me like a hungry wolf eyeing its cornered prey.

“As you were, birthday girl,” he said, wetting his lips like he wanted to see more. Like we were going to dive right back into where we’d left off in the kitchen.

Trace’s hand began moving again, skimming down my abdomen as panic seeped into my chest like blood on an oil painting.

“ Wait ,” I hissed weakly, not entirely sure what I was going to say next but feeling like I needed to say something .

I vaguely remembered some bit about needing to be the levelheaded one.

“We’ve waited long enough, angel,” informed Dominic as he ran his hand along his smooth jaw, his eyes fixed on Trace’s hand splayed against my stomach, as if willing it to move again. “Tonight, we play,” he said, his voice a promise of rapture.

My pulse pounded wildly in my ears then but for completely different reasons. The plural implication of his statement was still boomeranging through my head as Trace’s hand continued its trek down my stomach, his nose grazing along the shell of my ear to the base of my neck as his hand dipped all the way past my abdomen.

Sparks of heat crackled over my body as the pads of his fingers glided over my center, gently touching and rubbing, as if to ease me back in. Groaning against my neck, his fingers picked up speed, swirling in a circular motion as he slowly increased the pressure, and suddenly the room was melting around me, everything coming in and out of focus until all I could feel were his fingers on me, his hard body pressed up behind me, his breath fanning over my skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses down the side of my throat.

“We’re going to take such good care of you tonight. Make you feel so fucking good,” he promised, his voice so thick in my ear that it made my legs feel heavy and boneless all at once.

A dozen different thoughts rushed through my mind at once, each one more scandalous than the last and making my skin burn like wildfire. What exactly did they think was going to happen here tonight?

Judging from my current position, I had some guesses, but they only made the fire inside rage harder as I wondered just how far they were going to take this thing, and more importantly, whether I was going to let them?

“You want that, don’t you?” he asked as slid his finger inside me again, ripping a desperate cry from my lips.

Apparently, I was, in fact, going to let them.

There was no use in denying what my body was already telling him. It would have been a lie, and we’d all know it.

Still, a small part of my mind—like, a very miniscule part—knew this was a dangerous game we were playing, a game I wasn’t sure either one of us would recover from come tomorrow, and I would’ve told him as much had his finger and thumb not been doing crazy things that made my breath come out in short, needy bursts.

I couldn’t think straight when he was touching me the way he was. Working me like he knew just where and how I liked it. Like he could feel and hear my body’s every need, listening in as I reacted to the slightest shift in tempo or pressure. Like he had been made to make me feel good.

A rumble from deep inside his chest vibrated against my back, making my stomach tighten as I sank deeper into the storm that was rapidly consuming me. I veered my gaze back to Dominic, hoping I’d find something to anchor myself to. Something to snap me out of this mad dash to our ruin.

His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, watching as I writhed with pleasure in Trace’s arms—at his hands. I didn’t need to imagine what he was thinking. His hungry eyes and the quick rise and fall of his chest were already telling me everything I needed to know: He liked watching me like this.

He liked it a lot.

It was clear to me then that they both wanted this—wanted me—and, lord help me, despite all consequence and reason, I wanted this too. I wanted it so badly that it hurt.

“Say it, Jemma,” said Trace, his voice a husky demand in my ear. “Say it out loud. I need to hear you say how much you want this,” he said, his fingers moving almost as fast as the room was spinning.

“Oh, god… please …I want…” I panted, barely able to speak as his fingers skirted me closer and closer to the edge.

“ Say it ,” he demanded lowly, the deep thrum of his voice making my skin pebble all over.

My gaze met Dominic’s again as the mounting heat continued to build. The way he was watching me slowly come apart, stroking the flames of the fire burning inside me, it was too much to take.

“Say it, angel. Tell him what you want or he’s going to stop.”

“No, please. I want this … I fucking want this ,” I admitted as a jolt of arousal mixed with shame shot through me. Satisfied growls rumbled through the room like an audible symphony of their approval.

“What do you want, angel? Do you want him to make you come?”

Another needy whimper fumbled from my lips as Trace drove me closer and closer to the edge of no return. I was putty in his hands, mumbling indecipherable words and breathless pleads as I rocketed towards the summit. My head tipped back as my eyes slipped shut, lost to everything but the heat steadily building at the apex of my trembling thighs. I was so close, so desperate to cross the finish line that I could practically taste it in my mouth, and then Trace’s hand was gone from between my legs as he clutched my arms and spun me to face him.

“Wait! Nooo! Fuck,” I cried out. “ Please .”

“What’s wrong?” he asked slyly, his eyes darkening as he grinned at me, both dimples pressing in as if to further torment me. “Were you about to come?”

I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out.

The taste of copper instantly filled my mouth and then Trace’s lips were on mine, sucking the metallic taste from my mouth as he slowly walked me backward toward the bed.

The back of my legs knocked into Dominic, surprising me since I hadn’t seen or heard him move from the door. I stumbled back and gasped, but Dominic quickly caught my hips to steady me between his legs. Trace broke off the kiss and then pulled back slightly, his eyes chasing the stars in mine before he smiled again and then lowered me down into Dominic’s lap, like he was gifting me to him.

“Angel,” murmured Dominic as he buried his face between the curve of my neck and shoulder and pulled me flush against his chest, his hard length pressing into my ass and making my blood sizzle.

“What’s going— oh .” My question dissolved into a breathless pant of need as Trace pulled his shirt off and revealed the kind of muscles that statues were carved for, turning my thoughts into an oil slick of bad ideas and guaranteed regrets.

My eyes tracked Trace’s every movement as he lowered himself onto his knees before me and reached out to hook his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, before tugging them down my hips and off my body, leaving me naked from the waist down on Dominic’s lap.

Before I could even form the concept of a question, Dominic shifted beneath me, bringing his knees between my thighs and then spreading his legs as far apart as they could go—and forcing my legs open with them.

Desire flooded Trace’s eyes as he crawled forward and gripped my thighs, his fingers digging possessively into my skin and leaving marks I knew would be there long after tonight. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said softly, making my heart flipflop in my chest as he wet his lips and then buried his face between my legs again, licking and sucking and nipping like I was the last meal he was ever going to get.

Some kind of crazy, sexed-up mating call bellowed through the room, but it was only when Dominics slapped his hand against my mouth that I realized the sounds were coming from me and not some banshee in heat.

“Shhh,” he warned as he peppered my neck and shoulder with kisses. “You don’t want us to get interrupted again, do you, love?”

My response came in the form of a garbled moan against his palm.

“That’s my good girl,” he said as my hips bucked at the helm of Trace’s mouth. “So responsive,” he purred, his teeth grazing against my neck like a promise as his fingers coasted over my breast and then down my stomach, briefly pausing at the hem of my shirt.

I barely felt the fabric being lifted from my body, too consumed with the way Trace was torturously alternating between using his fingers and his tongue, and the way Dominic was palming my breast as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Warmth pooled low in my belly as I railed toward the precipice of an orgasm that had been building for what felt like hours, panicked that it would be taken away again.

“Lift those hips for him, angel,” he said as his hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he guided my movements against Trace’s eager mouth. “There you go, just like that.”

My cheeks flushed with heat as he continued to encourage me, his silky voice like an aphrodisiac flooding my veins and pulling me deeper under, his hands still controlling my hips and making me grind against Trace’s sweeping tongue. Electric jolts of pleasure radiated through my core as Dominic gripped my chin and brought my mouth to his in a claiming kiss that I felt all the way to the tips of my toes.

“Now come for us,” he whispered against my lips, and I unraveled wholly and completely, stars exploding behind my lids as liquid ecstasy fired through my bloodstream, making my legs shake and my hips buck as though I weren’t in control of my body anymore. Neither one of them let up, still kissing and sucking and licking into me as I rode out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

My body went limp in Dominic’s arms as my lids fluttered softly before shutting, feeling relaxed and content, as though I could curl up and go to sleep right where I was.

Dominic growled below me, the feel of his hardness pressing into me snapped my eyes back open as he ran his teeth along my throat. All I could see was Trace’s gaze moored to mine as his own fangs descended, his eyes as black as coal with not a speck of blue to be found.

“We’re not done,” he said, repeating the same words he said to me when we’d ported into my room earlier, except this time, he’d left no question behind his words.