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I thrust my fingers inside her pussy at the same time I took her mouth, my tongue exploring, swallowing her gasp. I wanted to devour every sound she made and keep them as mine.

It was the first hint of my addiction.

Chapter7

Odette

Sensations collided inside of me. Like a tornado.

I wanted more. Bring. It. On.

I never knew that pleasure could feel this way. No wonder my sister was up for anything. This was exhilarating. Exquisite. Intoxicating.

Their hands were all over me. River’s mouth on the back of my neck had my body trembling. His hands roaming my back and my ass made me feel alive and sensual. I felt ravenous, greedy, needing more of their touch and lips everywhere. Every kiss felt like the strike of a match, sparking every cell in me to life. A tremble rocked me as two men touched me. Kissed me. Consumed me.

And Byron. Holy fucking hell. There was no chance I’d ever forget his name now.

His gaze met mine. Blue. Like a darkening sky. A flicker of possession—possibly obsessive madness—flared in his gaze. And God help me, I liked it. The deep, rough noise thrummed between my legs, and my eyes grew half-lidded as Byron’s grip on me tightened.

This man wasaddictive.

He pressed his front to mine, all hard muscle and strength. My breasts burned under the heat of his body. My nipples hardened. Sparks lit beneath my skin, sizzling from the hyperstimulation of two men. Byron’s heart beat hard against my chest—in perfect rhythm with mine—and my foolish heart found it so romantic.

My lips sought his, craving the taste of him. I craved his hands all over me. On every inch of my skin. I was ravenous for everything and anything he’d give me.

He broke the kiss.

“Everything you want,” Byron said, his voice making my blood hotter.

“Anything you want,” River murmured.

Both of them pressed harder against me—one behind me, one in front of me—crowding me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was getting drunk from this feeling.

My dress rucked up around my waist, River’s hands were on my bare ass, gripping and squeezing. Byron’s fingers worked inside me, my walls clenching around them. I was close. Months of no sex finally catching up.

Byron’s hard cock ground against me, and by the feel of it, he was huge. With a capital H. He consumed my mouth, hungry and demanding. Possessive. Everywhere he touched me made me burn.

As Byron claimed my lips, crushing his mouth against mine, River skimmed his lips along my neck, kissing me sensually and sliding his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply.

Byron stroked my clit faster and harder. His fingers plunged deeper into my pussy. My knees quaked. I was trembling, the only thing keeping me upright was the support from River’s roaming hands. My sex ached for more. More of Byron. More of this sensation. More of this pleasure.

My desire burned hotter. Pleasure coiled tighter. Byron fucked me with his fingers, relentlessly as he devoured my mouth. Then he crooked his digits, hitting that spot inside me.

Ecstasy slammed into me, washing my mind of any reason or thought. White-hot pleasure crashed through me. River’s mouth never stopped trailing kisses, nipping and licking, over the back of my neck and down my bare back, while Byron swallowed my moans, owning them greedily.

It was just me and the two men, alone in the world. It was the best orgasm of my life.

Then I rocked against Byron’s hand, eager for another round. “Not so fast,” he grunted, pulling out his fingers and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean.

Jesus Christ.

The ache between my legs came back full force. Throbbing. I felt empty. I needed him. Maybe both of them, together.

“You smell like apples,” River whispered behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder, meeting his lustful eyes for the first time since we entered the elevator. Fuck, he was hot. Byron was sex on legs, but this guy could make you melt. “I bet your pussy tastes like apples too.” He grinned mischievously. His eyes darted to Byron for barely a second, before a smug expression passed his face. “I want to lick every inch of you, kiss you, eat you.”

Byron growled. Heactuallygrowled, and my eyes snapped back to him.

A soft chuckle came from behind me, but I kept my focus on Byron.