Page 87 of Third Offense

I didn’t even ask where he’d found it. Probably in a drawer somewhere. I didn’t care. I just gave into him, relaxing my muscles and letting him penetrate me in an intimate way that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Too long, I thought, lost to the sensation of Layla’s mouth and his fingers. I tightened my grip on Layla’s hair, my stomach clenching as I fought the urge to release down her beautiful fucking throat.

She drew her teeth along my shaft, those stunning irises of hers knowing and smiling with triumph.

“You’re about to bring me to my knees, Princess,” I told her, swallowing. “Make me beg you to stop before I explode.” Because I wanted to be inside her. Fucking her.Taking her while Novak took me.

Shit, just thinking about it nearly had me losing control.

This was a test of conviction. A labor of holding onto my resolve and refusing to give into the temptation.

But I had a damn succubus sucking my cock.

And she was so exquisite that I was losing my damn mind.

Novak thrust another finger into me, his harsh move drawing me back a little, and expelling an insult from my tongue.

He responded by biting me again.

“Fuck.” I stilled Layla’s movements, my body too tense. “Stop. Biting. Me.”

He licked his wound in response, something I translated to mean,No promises.

I growled and used my grip in Layla’s hair to pull her off of me. She yelped as I hooked my arms under hers and lifted her onto the bed.

Then I bent over her and devoured her mouth. Her breasts rose and fell against me as I grabbed her thighs, spreading her for my hips.

Her lower half partially hung off the bed, forcing me to balance her weight. But I held her with ease, my feet still on the ground as I more firmly rested my chest to hers.

“Auric…” she panted, her nails biting into my shoulders. I pressed my groin to hers, loving the way her pussy practically wept for me.

For us.

“Take her,” Novak dared.

I accepted without a word, thrusting deep into her and catching her scream with my tongue.Mine, my hips said, marrying hers all over again.This female ismine.

Novak chuckled behind me, his hands on my hips again, lowering… spreading…

I inhaled, stilling myself, preparing for what I knew would be a harsh—

“Fuck,” I snarled, my lower half protesting Novak’s less than graceful entry.

He released a feral sound in response, entirely unapologetic, and forcing me to brace my weight on either side of Layla’s head.

She stared up at me in wonder, her swollen lips plump from my kiss.

I rubbed my nose against hers, then winced as Novak struck me deep again.Fucker.

But with each brutal shove of his hips, the warmth returned to my insides, spiraling quickly and forcing me to move with him. Against him. With him again.

A battle.

One that had me moving in and out of Layla’s sweet cunt as Novak dominated me from behind.

But he didn’t make me feel small.

His hands were reverent as he took me, his palms tracing up my sides, petting me, memorizing me,possessingme.