While his exploration of me before was slow and gentle, this is the exact opposite. It’s like he was holding out until he couldn’t stand it anymore, and now that hunger that’s been building in him is demanding to be fed. He laps at me, dragging his tongue all the way up and down my slit as he licks up every bit of the arousal that coats my skin.
My clit pulses harder and faster with every movement of his tongue, screaming out for attention as he licks my core.
“Malix,” I gasp out, reaching downward to grab his head with both hands. “I need…”
Instead of telling him, I just show him, dragging his head upward a bit until his mouth is right where I want him. If he were Kian, he might resist me just to prove he can be more stubborn than I am, but Malix doesn’t miss a beat. He follows my silent urging and attacks my clit with his tongue, rolling the flat of his tongue over the hard little button over and over, until I’m squirming on the bed.
My hands are still gripping his head, his hair rough under my fingertips, and I close my eyes as pleasure overwhelms my senses. He’s so fucking good at this, and I don’t know if it’s a natural talent or because he’s got an insatiable need to touch every part of my pussy with his tongue, but I don’t really care at the moment.
All I care about is that he never fucking stops.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I murmur, biting my lip as I angle my hips up toward his face a bit more.
“I can taste it, kitty,” he mumbles back, his words hard to decipher as he barely lets up the movement of his tongue. “You gonna come all over my face? Let me feel you let go.”
It’s so close, the orgasm I want so badly hanging just out of reach. I shift my hips again, unable to stay still as little pinpricks of pleasure dance beneath my skin.
I open my eyes to look down at Malix—but as I do, I catch sight of someone else.
Kian.
He’s standing in the doorway, his gaze locked on us and his eyes blazing.
The last time I saw him, his sculpted features were tight with anger, his entire body vibrating with it. But that’s not what I see on his face now. His expression is still hard, but there’s no fury in his burning eyes.
Just raw desire.
My mouth drops open, part from shock and part from a desire to say something. Anything.
But before I can, Malix switches up the pattern of his tongue, speeding up the strokes as he slips a thick finger into my pussy, curling it to press against my g-spot. And just like that, I explode. Pleasure lashes through my body like a whip, and all that comes out of my mouth is a ragged, breathless cry.
I bow off the bed again, my fingers digging into Malix’s hair and my gaze still locked with Kian’s. I couldn’t look away even if I tried, and something about having him watch me fall apart under Malix’s tongue just makes the orgasm last even longer, going on and on until I feel like my muscles might never unclench.
When the climax finally fades, I slump back down to the mattress, breathing hard. Malix gives another long swipe up the line of my pussy with his tongue, catching the fresh arousal that drips from me.
He presses the softest kiss to my clit, making me jerk slightly, then says, “Well, are you just gonna stand there?”
I blink, startled for a moment—until I realize he’s not talking to me. I don’t know when he realized Kian had entered the room, since he never looked up to see him the way I did, but he definitely knows his pack mate is here.
I’m still staring at Kian, so I can see the shadows of several different emotions pass over his face. He doesn’t move though, just stays rooted to the spot right where he is, his nostrils flared wide and his arms crossed.
My heart, already racing from the intense orgasm, kicks up another notch, crashing against my ribs as I lick my lips.
“Well?” I murmur. “Are you?”
Still, Kian doesn’t move.
Malix doesn’t seem to have any plans to stop what he’s doing, no matter what his brother does. His face is still buried between my legs, and he’s gone back to his leisurely exploration of my pussy, dragging his tongue up and down my folds and over my clit in a lazy manner.
It makes it incredibly hard to focus, but Kian’s fierce gaze is like a lightning rod, keeping me grounded in the moment, and all the possibilities it holds.
I swallow. The next words are harder to speak, but I force them out past the tightness in my throat, terrified of what I want but desperate to have it anyway.
“Come here,” I whisper. “Please.”
I would never have thought Kian would be the type to respond to the word “please,” stubborn as he is. But it’s as if he was trapped in stasis, and that single word has suddenly broken him free.
He moves so fast it almost startles me, striding across the room and climbing onto the bed to kneel beside me on the mattress. With one hand, he palms the back of my head, lifting my upper body as he drops his head to meet my lips. His kiss doesn’t waste any time building up, going from non-existent to deep in the space of a second.
In response to his brother’s action, Malix starts eating me out like he means it again, using two fingers this time to fuck into me while his tongue drives me wild.
It all happens so fast that I don’t have time to brace myself for it or prepare for the overload of sensations. One hand comes up to clutch at Kian’s shoulder as the other digs into Malix’s scalp, and I come again, even harder than the first time.
The two of them carry me through it, holding my body still as I twist and writhe as if I’m trying to escape from the overwhelming pleasure. They push me higher and higher, drawing out the orgasm into a third one until the incredible sensations become too much for me to handle.
“Ah! Fuck!”
I tear my lips from Kian’s, squirming away from Malix, who finally lifts his head up from between my legs. His dark cheeks are tinted with a red flush, probably from the way my thighs kept trying to squeeze the shit out of him, or maybe from a lack of oxygen.
Kian lets my upper body sink back down to the mattress, gazing down at me with hooded eyes. Before I can lose my nerve or think too much about what this could all mean, I glance down at Malix.
“Get on the bed,” I command.
He grins as if he likes this bossy side of me—which, hell, he probably does. Pressing one last kiss to my swollen pussy, he leans back and rises to his feet, then crawls up onto the mattress on the opposite side of me from where Kian still kneels.
“Lie down,” I tell them, and I’m shocked when both men comply, lying back with heat burning in their eyes.
I pull my legs up and kneel between them, feeling a flush work its way up my chest at the way their gazes trail over my naked body. I let that heat push me out of my own head as I slowly drag Malix’s shirt off, then Kian’s. I do their pants next, and the atmosphere in the room seems heavy and loaded with anticipation as I toss the garments down to the floor, leaving both men as nude as I am.
Their cocks are hard and thick, jutting upward and arcing toward their stomachs, and I feel a greedy sort of possessiveness as I look at them.
Wrapping one hand around each man’s shaft, I slide my fists up and down slowly, running my thumbs over their heads to gather a bit of precum before gliding back down again. They both react, lying side by side but focused entirely on me as I jerk them off with deliberate movements.