Page 51 of Paramour of Sin

And I swore the asshole smiled.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, paying me back for all those years of telling him he couldn’t have her, ensuring I felt every inch of the agony he’d experienced while in bed with her, watching her please other men and not him.

Never him.

Never me.

But she was here now. Between us. Touching us. Feeding from me. Indulging in the moment. Shivering with need. It heightened the stakes, drove me close to the edge, and snapped my plans in half.

To hell with it.

I released Zane and grabbed Guinevere, yanking her up onto her knees and swallowing her cry of surprise with my mouth.

The incubus chuckled, fully aware that he’d won this game between us.

But it was only a temporary victory.

One he’d pay for later.

I gripped her face in my hands, tilting her head back, opening her to me as I delved into her mouth, needing more of her, needingallof her. If we were going to do this, then we were going to do this right. And I was done holding back.

The whole concept ofslowno longer applied.

She’d take me.

Zane would show her how.

Together, they’d survive.

The covers slid away from Guinevere’s body as Zane tugged them from her, the offering clear.

Naked.

She’s naked.

I’d seen Guinevere in various states of dress over the years, but I’d never felt her pressed up against me without clothes. Not like this. Not bare and wet and needy.

Perfection,I thought, my palms automatically roaming her curves.Fucking perfection.

I suddenly had a newfound admiration for Zane’s restraint. He’d been in bed with her, not just tonight, in this state, and he’d mostly kept his hands to himself. The incubus continued to impress me.

Maybe I’d forgive him for dismantling my plan.

Because now I had a better one to follow, and it involved tasting the delicious woman pressed up against me.

Zane dipped down, his lips trailing over her bare skin toward her breasts, the man reading my mind in a way he seemed to have perfected over the decades.

I helped him lower her to the bed, my lips remaining against hers while his freely explored her curves, sucking and nipping and licking as he created a sensual path downward.

Guinevere jolted against me, a moan slipping from her mouth to mine as he settled between her splayed thighs. “Have you ever indulged in an incubus like this, little one?” I asked, my teeth skimming her lips and then her jaw as I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Or is Zane your first?”

“School,” she managed to say on a breath. “Practice.”

Zane chuckled. “There’s a reason I was a professor, sweet girl,” he said against her slick heat, his silver eyes gleaming up at us both. “I’m much better than a student.”

“Prove it,” she dared, some of her boldness seeming to return.

My dick pulsed in response. Her palm had shifted when we moved her, so I pulled it back to me and took over the demonstration Zane had started. Then I recaptured her mouth as Zane introduced her to what his tongue was born to do.