I moaned when the mental picture came, of that satiny hair trailing down my body as his head moved lower, kissing his way down…
His eyes went wide as I flipped him over onto his back, straddling him with a smile.
“Everything OK, Flick?” Aidan asked.
“Oh, she’s fine,” Peter replied for me, so I shot him a quick smile, but my eyes were drawn back to what was beneath me.
How had Noah been overlooked? I traced my hand over the broad span of his shoulders and watched his arm muscles jump as he fought to hold himself back. I smiled down at him, recognising the effort it took and appreciating what opportunity I’d been given. Curling my hand, I ran the back of it over his collarbones, trailing down between his pecs, then placing the palm on his sternum.
His heart beat at a furious pace, rattling around his chest, because of me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I scratched a nail across his pale pink nipple. His lips fell open at that. “You like that?”
He gave me a quick nod as I leaned down and ran my tongue along his chest before flicking his nipple with it. His hand came up, holding me in place, pressing me for more.
“Flick…”
“It’s OK,” I said, then circled that tight little bud with the tip of my tongue. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling that slippery sensation, then bit down gently.
“God, I feel that in my cock.”
I felt his hand slide down to help that along, but I batted him away.
“Not yet,” I said, placing a kiss on his lips, but pulled away before he could return it.
“So hard…” he groaned. I was sitting on top of his rigid length now, letting my hips shift back and forth slightly. “You’re so fucking wet. I can feel it. Let me—”
“Not yet.”
“Yet?”
Those pale blue eyes went wide with hope that stopped me for a moment, but his hands went to my hips, encouraging me to keep moving. I shifted so the movement could grow longer, coating him in me, feeling that throbbing length and the need for it to be pushed inside me growing. I cocked an eyebrow at him, not willing to commit yet.
But I was lying to myself, I knew that somewhere deep down. A banquet of male flesh had been laid out for me, and every restriction and responsibility had been taken away. What had Sen called me? A greedy girl. Well, right now I was. I wanted to glut myself on the four of them, with little care for the consequences. Just drown in them. Take and take and take until I collapsed, knowing they’d catch me.
This is heat, my Tirian said. It is the feeding, it is the release, i
t is the test.
That makes no bloody sense.
Because you still need to be fed. You are like this one, starved of touch for so long, you will need much of it. Lie down, let this one take his fill. He has shown he has good stamina. He will please you greatly.
But what about after? I think he wants—
After is after. Now is now. Surrender to your hunger.
And with that, the world reasserted itself. I hurriedly took in the guys’ intent observation, Sen most of all. Speaking of hunger, there was some of that in those grey eyes, before he realised I was looking. Then the calm, sensual mask was back in place. His eyes dropped down to where Noah writhed underneath me.
“Please…” Noah begged.
“What do you need?” I asked, stilling above him.
He rolled us over so that he covered me with his body, his cock sliding between my thighs as he pressed a hot, messy kiss to my lips, all teeth and tongues.
“Gonna make you come so fucking hard,” he promised, his eyes shining green, his voice a guttural growl as he moved down my body. He glanced over his shoulder at Aidan. “Will you hold her still?”
Noah seemed to realise what he’d done when his eyes darted around, a pregnant pause filling the room.