Page 11 of Prey of the Lycan Queen (Unwanted #2)
Chapter Eleven
Ecstasy rolls through my body, leaving me shaking from the spent energy. My heart pounds like a drum as I struggle to regain my breath. Shivers course up my spine, causing the fine hairs on the back of my neck to prickle.
I can’t quite put my finger on what to make of Regan and Zeke.
Until now, Regan has shown me a glimpse beneath his callous exterior, even if only briefly, but with Zeke’s guard down and the same dark gleam in their eyes, it’s hard to separate the two.
Regan’s fingers stroke his length gently, his lips still damp from my release, I find an odd sense of assurance.
I can feel their desire burning, just like the flames in the fireplace.
Zeke moves from beside me, and I stare up at the ceiling, ready for a nap before the sun comes up soon. Though as Zeke changes positions to hover over me, it’s clear that they have other plans.
“Done already?” Zeke teases, his warm hand idly tracing the length of my thigh.
“What do you mean?” Still gasping for breath, I shift closer to Regan, gently squeezing his hand. He leans over and brushes his lips against mine with soft affection.
“You taste like chocolate still.” He chuckles and kisses my lips once more before trailing his mouth down my cheek, nipping playfully at my earlobe.
A sweet tingling sensation coils inside me, spreading through every part of my body like the rich chocolate frosting of the cupcake I indulged in earlier.
Zeke’s soft chuckle rumbles against me. “So many tastes, so many flavors, yet all so delicious,” he murmurs into my ear, sparing a glance toward Regan before pulling back to meet my gaze.
Regan, who remains between my legs, suddenly moves as he trails kisses up one side of my body.
“It’s nap time now. I have to meet Kelly when the sun comes up,” I whine at Regan, and he climbs off the bed, but Zeke takes his place.
I snap my legs shut, glaring at him, but he grips my knees.
I am too exhausted to fight him as he yanks them apart.
Regan falls on the bed beside me, leaning on one elbow and using his other hand to grip my chin. He turns my face to his.
“Would you have said yes if I brought cupcakes?” Zeke laughs.
“No!” I growl at him just as Regan’s warm lips descend, cutting off my protests. Suddenly there’s a hand running down the inside of my thigh before Zeke’s breath sweeps across my core.
Shivers run up my spine, and I scoot away as far as I can, my face heating in embarrassment.
“Isn’t this the point of continuing the marriage trials?
” Zeke murmurs, gripping my hips and dragging me back to him.
He climbs up my body, hovering over me, and his lips graze mine.
“Don’t you want to try all of us on for size to see which one of us makes you scream louder, see who fills you the most?
” Zeke murmurs, his eyes glowing brightly with lust and a dark hunger for me to satiate, then I feel his hand skim down my side.
I gasp and shudder, forcing myself to remember I must remain firm, but he is unrelenting as he kisses me again and again.
His lips travel lower until his mouth is exploring the curve of my inner thigh.
The movement of his lips working their way up my thigh proves methodical.
He’s searching for a weak point, yet there are none—or so I think.
Regan suddenly growls in warning, but Zeke only laughs against my skin as he leans forward and drags his tongue slowly across my wet lower lips all the way up to my clit, making me buck.
“There are perks to me being a glutton, Zirah. I’ll always want more,” Zeke purrs before his hot mouth devours me.
Regan, despite the possessive growl that leaves him, is patiently brushing his fingers through my hair.
Closing my eyes tightly, I fight back a shudder as Zeke plays with me, relentlessly teasing me with sweet flickers of pleasure. It feels odd, another man’s mouth dancing over my clit. It’s like a symphony in the making as the movements continue without fail.
I open my eyes in wonderment as Regan’s velvet lips dance against my body, never stopping, not even for a moment. My thoughts drift as Zeke continues to shower me with pleasure, and Regan’s lips suddenly press into mine.
A new warmth spreads throughout me, and like a raging inferno, it erupts into something beyond measure, leaving me gasping for air as it consumes every inch of me.
Heat spreads between my thighs as Zeke’s fingers push inside at a careful pace. His tongue flicks against my clit hard and fast, over and over again, sending sharp waves of pleasure rattling through my body.
My strangled moans are unrecognizable as one wave of orgasmic bliss crashes into another. I beg Zeke to stop as his grip on my thighs tightens, and my legs shake uncontrollably. He chuckles darkly, sucking on the inside of my thigh.
I shiver, suddenly feeling cold. Regan tugs the blanket over me just as Zeke moves up my body until he’s hovering inches from my mouth.
His face is soft as he smiles down at me.
A million words form in my mind, but nothing comes out.
He takes my silence as an invitation, bowing his head and forcing his mouth against mine.
“See how sweet you taste?” he purrs against my lips.
“Now you may nap,” he growls playfully, falling onto the bed next to me.
I pull the blanket around me as I look between them and close my eyes. They’re both facing me, leaning up on one elbow. Their quiet words are sharp and intense as I try to rest. “You know she’ll burn you alive for touching her when she wakes,” Regan teases.
Zeke chuckles, and I feel a warm hand land possessively on my bare hip beneath the blankets. “Maybe I like the burn, brother. After all, I am a glutton for punishment.”
As their conversation fades away, my mind slowly drifts back to what happened between us. I feel a warmth spread through me at the memory of two men pleasuring me, yet those thoughts drift away along with my consciousness.