Page 113 of Twisted Ties

“Not your cock, that ring. It looks like–”

“It might make things really good for you? Yeah, it will.” He pushes me back down on the mattress. “But not yet. I want to watch as he makes you come first,” he says, gesturing to his best friend.

I look between the two of them and raise an eyebrow. “You’ve done this before, together, haven’t you?”

Azlan grunts and Stone chuckles. “The man was practically celibate before he met you.”

“Really?” I say. He’s been anything but celibate with me. Has he been making up for lost time or is it because he’s really into me?

“He had plenty of offers and never took them up, so make what you will of that.”

“These private conversations you keep having,” Azlan says, opening my legs and settling down between my thighs, “are going to get really old, really quickly.”

“So you’ve really never done this together before?”

“I’ve never had a desire to see Stone naked before.”

“You do now?”

“No, I have a desire to share my mate with her other fated partner. With my best friend. With a man I’ve always known would share my fate.”

“What?”

“Phoenix and I have always shared a connection. A platonic connection,” he adds quickly, seeing my eyebrows rise up my forehead. “I knew if I ever found my fated mate, that mate would be Phoenix’s too.”

“Stone and I are not bonded though …” I start to say, but my words trail off as he lowers his mouth to the place I’m throbbing and needy.

Stone lies down on his side next to me on the bed, elbow bent, head resting in his hand. He watches my face, then reaches out to touch me, fingers circling my nearest nipple, making the tender skin crinkle and stiffen. Then his gaze drops down to where his friend is sweeping his tongue leisurely through my folds.

“That’s how you like it? Slow and gentle.” I shake my head, biting down hard on my lip. “Oh he’s teasing you is he? Putting on a show for me.”

He tweaks my nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth, and I cry out, back arching againstthe mattress.

“Do you like when he kisses your cunt, Miss Blackwaters?”

“Yessss,” I moan.

“Have you been dreaming about me kissing your cunt?” he whispers into my ear. He knows I have. He can see the fantasy right there in my mind. “Ahhh, in the classroom, huh? You wanted me to lie you on my desk and eat you out?”

Azlan groans, his mouth vibrating against my clit and making me moan. I can’t help myself, I grind against his mouth and this time it’s Stone who groans.

“Shit, such a dirty, little brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” I whimper as tears begin to trail down my cheeks.

“You are and it’s been driving me fucking mad. Do you know how many times you’ve made me hard? How many times I’vewantedto bend you over my desk just like you imagined? How much I’ve wanted you? How much I’ve wanted to taste your sweet pussy, just like he is doing now? How does it taste, Az?”

The man in black growls possessively.

“Time you were a good girl, Miss Blackwaters,” Stone says. “Time for you to do what you’re told. Time for you to come.”

Then he leans down and kisses me and my world tilts even further than it already has, my breath lost with his, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of Stone’s lips and tongue against my mouth, and Azlan’s against my pussy.

Stone kisses me deeper, his hand tweaking and kneading at my breast and Azlan spreads me wider, hooking my legs over his shoulders and sucking on my clit.

I cry out again, one hand tight in Azlan’s dark hair, the other in Stone’s brown.

The sensations in my body build, my magic swirling through me, rising and falling, meeting Azlan’s and Stone’s, dragging them closer, bringing them into me. My legs shake around Azlan’s head and my stomach tightens. Every part of my body tingles with awareness, and just when I don’t think I can take any more, when it’s all too much, Azlan flicks me hard with his tongue and I come, bliss pouring through my body, from my core all the way to the ends of my toes and tips of my fingers.