Oh, Fae… Removing the blindfold had been a really bad idea. I couldn’t think, let alone speak.
Because wow.
Zeph was all man, every inch of him perfectly proportioned and sculpted from stone.
No wonder he could move so fast. He was solid muscle in warrior form. I felt small in comparison, almost inadequate, but equally intrigued.
What would he feel like inside me?
He drew his thumb over my bottom lip, which served as a notification that I was gaping at him with my mouth open. Not my proudest moment, but I was beyond caring at this point.
“I want to properly taste you,” I told him. He’d barely been in my mouth at all.
“Do you?” he mused, his fingers gliding back into my hair to knock the blindfold the rest of the way off and onto the bed beside us. His gaze left mine to focus on Kols behind me. “She played our game very well. I think she deserves a reward.”
Chapter Nineteen
Aflora
“I agree,” Kols said, one of his palms moving to smooth over my back. “What did you have in mind?”
“A choice,” he replied.
“Yeah?” He paused to consider, his finger gliding down my spine to rest at the bottom. “Hmm, yes. Give her the options, let her decide which way to go.”
I shivered, intrigued by whatever they weren’t saying out loud.
Kols’s touch returned to my hips as he pulled me back to sit on my heels, his arms wrapping around me from behind in a cocoon of comforting warmth. Zeph reached forward to widen my legs, his gaze dropping to my core before slowly tracing up my torso to my breasts and eventually to my face.
My palms rested on my thighs in a natural position, something he seemed to approve of.
“She’s perfect,” he marveled.
“Yes,” Kols murmured, his lips going to my neck to trail kisses up to my ear. “Gorgeous, too.”
“A bit stubborn,” Zeph added.
“Mmm, true, but also regal and intelligent and loyal,” Kols whispered.
“And ours,” Zeph said, his palm finding my cheek again as he leaned down to kiss me. “Fuck, I love your mouth, Aflora.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply, his tongue dueling with mine in the next breath as he lost a fraction of his steadfast control. I reveled in it, excited that I held this mystical power over him, if only for a brief moment.
And then he snapped back, his green eyes blazing with lustful fire.
“You have two options,” he said, finally addressing me again.
I would have commented on their penchant for talking about me like I wasn’t in the room, but a darker part of me had enjoyed that a little. Almost like they’d provided me with a voyeuristic glimpse into their minds and what they truly thought about me.
“The first option is for you to stay just like this while Kols and I jack off onto your pretty pussy. Then Kols will lick you clean afterward and make you come until you can’t speak anymore.”
My heart kick-started at the visual his crass words created in my mind, and a fresh surge of warmth tickled the sensitive space between my thighs. Yes. Yes, I want that.
“Or,” he continued, his gaze twinkling with dark secrets, “you can suck me off while Kols fucks you, then I’ll go down on you and make you come so hard you’ll lose consciousness for the night.”
I stopped breathing.
The second option.