Page 129 of Their Little Ghost

Aiden growls possessively, grabbing my hips and pulling my pussy onto his face. He licks down my slit, lapping up the pool of wetness at my entrance. He pushes his tongue deeper, fucking me with it, and tasting me from the inside. I tug his hair, holding him against me, then gyrate onto his face. The friction against my clit makes me tremble as we move in tandem, and I chase the pleasure that only he can give.

“I need more, Aiden,” I beg. “Please.”

“No,” Lex says. “You’re getting exactly what you need.”

A pleasure-filled night with psychopaths. What more can I possibly want? I clamp my thighs around Aiden’s head as heexplores me, while Lex sits next to me and removes my jacket. He kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, Lex undoes the buttons on my crop top until it falls open. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples harden as he brushes his fingers over their peaks.

Lex picks up the brass candleholder that’s balanced on the coffee table. Wax is already collecting in the little dish, and he tips it from the holder, dripping a drop onto my chest.

I flinch. “What?—”

“Shhh,” Lex purrs, silencing me with a kiss. “Close your eyes.”

The combination of the wax and Aiden eating me out is in stark contrast to the chilly night breeze.

“If you put that candle anywhere near my ass, I’ll slap you, Lex,” I joke.

My hips buck as another drop of wax hits me as Aiden flicks my clit with his tongue.

“An idea for another night then…” Lex teases. “Do you like the wax?”

His icy fingers tweak my nipple before dropping another blob onto my skin.

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, yes.”

My thighs quiver. An orgasm nears, but I try to hang on to it, biting my lip and letting the sensation build. My toes curl as I cling to Aiden’s hair as if my life depends on it. I want to hang on to this moment forever. Hang on to them.

“Don’t hold back,” Lex says, reading my body language. “Come for us. Then we’ll make you come, again and again.”

I cry out, unable to keep my orgasm captive for any longer. Aiden holds my clit in his mouth, sucking in short, rhythmic bursts to coax more pleasure from me, before the point of his tongue finds salvation inside me. Every probing motion causes a wave to break through, soaking him.

Lex drips the wax between my breasts. It scorches for a few seconds, intensifying my pleasure, then dulls as it cools. I open my eyes as he puts the candleholder down to pay attention to my nipples. He pops one into his mouth, sucking gently, while kneading my other breast. It sends a burst of bliss through my body from him to Aiden, like an invisible thread is linking them.

I turn my head to kiss Lex, while Aiden withdraws.

“It’s time to mark her,” Aiden declares.

Lex pulls away, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Fuck yeah.”

“Mark me?” I frown, still panting from my orgasm.

“We always mark our property,” Aiden says, rummaging around in his deep pants pockets and retrieving a needle, ink, thread, tape, and a pen. He lays them down on the coffee table.

“A tattoo?” I question, sitting upright. “You can’t be serious. I’ll get an infection.”

Lex flicks on his Zippo and waves the needle tip through the flames. “Happy now?”

“What if my dad sees it?” I ask, realizing I sound pathetic.

“He won’t,” Aiden says. He runs his finger between my shoulder blades, making circular motions, then pauses. “This is the spot.”

“But—”

“You want to be ours,” Aiden cuts in. “So prove it.”

I take a deep breath while Lex wraps the thread around the needle, creating a bulb toward the end, then he tapes it to the pen.

“Fine,” I say with a determined nod. “Do it.”