Definitely the second option.
He arched a brow. “Aflora?” he prompted, clearly unable to read my mind.
“Second,” I managed to force out, my throat suddenly dry.
“Full sentences, pixie flower. Tell me what you want, or I’ll decide for you.”
Kols tugged on my earlobe before whispering, “Zeph has a thing for communication. Tell him explicitly what you want, and he’ll give it to you.”
Which meant I had to repeat the option I desired. Out loud. My legs clenched, the urge to touch myself hitting me hard in the chest. Need. So much need.
All driven by my mates teasing for nights on end.
And now I had the ability to soothe some of that aching fire. I just had to speak.
Zeph didn’t push, his expression patient as he waited for me to gather my courage. I peeked down at his impressive length before allowing myself another thorough perusal of his sexy form.
Mine.
All mine.
I cleared my throat and met his smoldering gaze, my pulse pounding in my ears. “The second option,” I said, my voice husky and nearly unrecognizable. “I want Kols to fuck me while I suck you off, then I want you to lick me clean.”
His nostrils flared at hearing his words repeated back to him, and Kols’s arms tensed, his breath shuddering out against my ear.
“I love hearing you say the word fuck,” Kols admitted softly. “So damn hot.”
“Get back on all fours,” Zeph said, his dominance taking over once more.
Kols kissed my neck before helping me into the position. I trembled with need, my thighs quivering as he parted them to accommodate his larger form. The heat of his groin seared my insides as he aligned himself with my entrance, his hands smoothing down my sides.
I only had a second to ready myself before Zeph grabbed my jaw and drew my focus forward to the precum lingering on his tip in welcome invitation. “Lick,” he ordered. Not that he needed to. I was already moving forward to taste him.
The second his essence met my tongue, I groaned, yearning for more, and took him into my mouth with an eagerness I didn’t know I possessed.
Kols pushed inside me at the same time, his girth stretching me and forcing me to accept him as he slid home in a single thrust.
Zeph seemed to like the idea, because he replicated it in my mouth, forcing himself deeper than before and giving me my first real introduction to his strength and preferences.
I’d been right about him going easy on me before, and I suspected this was still his version of gentle, but his fingers knotted in my hair to guide me into his preferred rhythm. Kols must have known, because he matched the pace between my legs, both of them going long and deep and thorough, their groans aphrodisiacs to my senses.
“Make her come,” Zeph demanded, his voice deeper and causing my thighs to spasm.
Kols kept one hand on my hip while smoothing his other along my side to my belly and lower to the place that burned for his touch. I jolted at the first stroke of his thumb, my body far more primed than I realized.
“I want to feel you moan around my cock,” Zeph murmured, his thumb ghosting over my jaw as his opposite hand continued to drive the tempo. “Open your throat a little more, baby.” He tilted my head to a new angle, his touch coaxing me to submit.
My body bent to his will, allowing him deeper access just as Kols pressed down on my clit. I screamed at the sensation, rapture shaking my limbs and lighting my soul on fire.
“Fuck,” Zeph groaned, his movements increasing in time with Kols’s. “That feels amazing.”
“So damn tight,” Kols breathed, his grip on my hip gentle while his opposite hand continued to strum out my pleasure below. “Fucking wet, too. Shit.”
“Not yet,” Zeph breathed.
“Fuck you,” Kols bit out.
“I will do exactly that if you come before I’m ready.”