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Moody, drunk Severin.

His growl of sexual interest made the hairs on the back of her neck lift in response. She shivered. Like some creepy, hypersexual Tarzan he climbed down, moving his big body with assurance despite his inebriation. He stared at Minnow as though he planned to devour her once he reached the bottom. He even passed Rodrigo, who followed him down, bemused.

“Apparently he just needed a bit of sexual incentive,” Rodrigo remarked to Minnow. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Watch out for the glass,” Minnow reminded him.

He leaped from the last branch, clearing the glass, and almost landed on top of her. She backpedaled, and he followed, making a weird animalistic noise that excited and scared her. Beach sand met the heel of her sandal and she toppled, but he caught her on the way down and lowered her to the ground. Crouched above her, he buried his face in her neck and inhaled, growled, then her skirt was up and her panties were gone and he had her legs spread wide.

“Mister Leduc!” she squeaked. “We need to talk about this.”

“Enough fucking talking. I need to get the taste of my brother out of my goddamn mouth.”

She grimaced and saw Rodrigo do the same.

Fine. He’d pass out in a minute anyway.

“You smell different.” He swept his tongue up her slit, and she braced herself. She wasn’t exactly interested in sex right then, but he found her clit and a jolt of desire flared.

God, he could have died. He could have been dead.

She tried to push his face away.

She struggled then smacked his shoulder when he wouldn’t let go.

“You want me to stop?” His tongue found her again and she bucked against his restraining hands, whimpering at the feel of him, and the sensation of being trapped.

“Stop fighting me, Miss Korsgaard. I’m not supposed to hold you down when I’ve been drinking. It would be irresponsible, and I might hurt you unintentionally.”

The mocking lecture was for Rodrigo, and Severin’s gaze cut to him to gauge his reaction. Minnow was too shocked to do anything but process the sensations of his mouth on her pussy. It was ten times more intense than usual. It had to be the adrenaline and the fear.

His hot tongue dipped into her and his growl vibrated against her. She cried out at the unbelievable pleasure of it, her nipples going rock hard as her skin broke out in goose bumps.

“You taste different.”

“What are you talking about?” Rodrigo asked.

Severin moved out of the way and gestured for Ro to try her, himself.

“What are you doing?” Minnow protested, trying to draw her legs together. “This is not a taste test!” Rodrigo only forced her legs back open, and Severin grabbed her wrists when she tried to push away Ro’s head.

She tugged at Severin’s steel grip. The bracelet he’d bought her on their first and only trip to the mall together dug into her wrist. Men who pinned a girl down weren’t supposed to force oral on her – that had to be a rule somewhere.

“This isn’t kinky, Miss Korsgaard,” he informed her, his gaze serious and intent. “This is a legitimate experiment. Just let it happen.”

The fact that he looked so serious, and drunk, when he’d said “a legitimate experiment” made her laugh and feel ridiculous. This was ridiculous!

Rodrigo’s mouth was on her throbbing pussy before she could come up with a snappy retort, and all she could do was arch her back and push away the orgasm that was already tensing low in her belly.

“She does taste different,” Rodrigo agreed then went back to flicking her with greedy licks.

“Maybe her soap? Something she ate?”

Rodrigo chuckled and bit her clit just hard enough to make a twisting heat flash through her body. “Maybe we changed her body chemistry by filling her with too much come.”

With his free hand, Severin unbuttoned the bodice of her dress, groaning with approval when her breasts spilled free. “Your tits make my dick hard.” He palmed one, and she yelped, jerking from the roughness against her nipple.

“Careful with her, Severin.”


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