I jolted as a palm gently wrapped around my ankle, then slipped slowly upward, tracing my leg all the way up to my inner thigh where a single finger brushed my slit. A moan escaped my mouth, only to be swallowed by one of their mouths.
Oh…
The tickle of hair against my chin told me who this was.
Zeph.
My assumption was confirmed in the next breath as his tongue parted my lips and demanded control inside my mouth. His woodsy scent poured over me, claiming me, overpowering me, devouring me. I’d thought he was dominant in my dreams, but the reality was so much more.
His strength became mine, emboldening me and making me long to free my hands to thread my fingers through his hair.
My thighs squeezed together, drawing my focus back to the hand between them. That had to be Kols, or I’d feel the heat of Zeph’s arm across my torso, but all I could sense was his mouth on mine.
Dear Fae, he was a good kisser. He led me every step of the way, his lips a confident presence against my own, teaching and taunting and hypnotizing me with every move.
I groaned as Kols’s finger slid inside me, drawing my focus back to him.
Then someone grabbed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple and drawing a gasp from my throat.
Their hands were suddenly everywhere, confusing my senses and overwhelming my instinct
s. My veins burned with need, my lungs forgetting how to work, my throat raspy and dry.
Zeph’s lips left mine, moving downward to my breast as Kols sealed his mouth around my clit. They sucked in unison, just like in my dreams, only the scrape of teeth against my core reminded me of Zeph more than Kols, leaving me confused.
Had they switched places? Zeph’s mouth hadn’t skimmed my neck on his way to my chest; he’d left me completely but only for a brief second. Or that was how it felt before sensation overloaded my—
“Oh!” I cried out, arching off the mattress.
That was definitely Zeph between my thighs. I recognized that rasp of his beard, teasing my sensitive lips. However, Kols had left his finger inside me.
No, not one.
Two.
He scissored them back and forth, enticing me closer to the edge with each twist. I lost myself to the heat and longing induced by their touch, their intimate kisses, and their licks and bites and nibbles.
A week of sensual torment created a maelstrom in my lower abdomen, shooting flames through my veins and forcing moans to tickle my throat.
I couldn’t focus.
Forgot how to breathe.
Let go of all my thoughts and feelings and fears.
And allowed them to pull me into an oblivion that literally stole my consciousness for a brief moment, introducing me to the afterlife and beyond before pulling me back to the reality of their presence. One of them was chuckling. Zeph. The other had slipped down to feast on my arousal.
They were everywhere at once, driving me close to the edge again. “Not yet,” Zeph said, pulling back. “We need to play our game first.”
I growled in response to his idea of playing a game. I wanted to come again. Right now.
“Don’t be greedy, little mate,” he murmured, stretching out alongside me. Kols took my other side, the heat of their bodies bathing me in a lust-induced ecstasy that I longed to swim in forever.
They were naked.
I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them. Zeph’s impressive length met my hip, his cock pulsating with a desire I knew too well. He’d remained clothed in all our shared fantasies, never once allowing me to see him. And oh, how I yearned to see him now.
Then Kols pressed his groin to my opposite side, his arousal more familiar, yet not. We’d only been truly intimate once, and it hadn’t ended well.