My nipple hardened before he could even touch it. Through his teeth, his tongue snaked out and curled around my nipple. Covering it in hot delirium. My head fell back and my fingers came up, weaving into his hair.
“Do you like that, Lia?”
Peregrine’s voice was sinuous and thick with arousal.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped.
Merrick bared my left breast and sucked it gently, eliciting another whine from my throat.
“That’s my girl,” Peregrine breathed.
My fingers clenched in Merrick’s hair as he nuzzled his face into my breasts, kissing me softly. He was clearly a more gentle man when it came to sex, which I appreciated given how nervous I was. But deep inside, I knew this wouldn’t have satisfied me. I needed euphoria, I needed to have five stories of darkness below me, I needed a name tattooed into my mouth.
Absently, I flicked my tongue over the rise of the letters as I watched Merrick press kisses gently to my bare skin. It felt dirty to have Peregrine’s initials on my body while he sat there, his knees spread and that cigarette hanging from his fingers. Looking like a god while another man pleasured his wife.
“Permission to touch between her legs?” Merrick breathed.
Peregrine nodded once. His eyes glittered with something I didn’t recognize. Darkness singed with gold. Something that scared me a little. Merrick ran his warm palm up and pushed it gently between my legs. My hips jerked and I moaned as he found the seam of my panties and slipped his finger underneath.
“Fuck, you sound sexy,” he breathed.
I gripped his shoulder to keep upright. His touch felt good, not the way Peregrine’s did, but good like the vibrator in my nightstand. He slipped his finger from my panties, licked it, and put it back beneath the silky fabric. My body jerked as he found my clit and began stroking it in soft circles.
“Take her panties down,” Peregrine ordered. “Take her slip off.”
Merrick obeyed and I stepped from them. Peregrine lifted his hand and Merrick tossed them to him and my husband pushed them in his pocket in a possessive gesture. Then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. There was something so dark and volatile in his gaze it sent a chill up my spine.
“Make her come,” he said hoarsely.
I saw a flicker of hesitation in Merrick’s gaze and then it was gone as he stood, backing me against the table. He lifted me to sit on the edge with my legs hanging down on either side of him.
My heart pounded and there was a desperate wetness and a raw heartbeat between my legs that ran all the way up to my throat. Merrick knelt reverently with his gaze fixed to my face. His eyes stayed on mine as he spread me wide and bent his head, his tongue snaking out. Searing me with hot wetness as it dragged over my clit. My whole body jolted and my eyes rolled as I curved back over the table.
“Fuck, she tastes good,” Merrick said softly.
“It’s addictive,” said Peregrine, smoke drifting from his mouth. “Savor it because she’s fucking expensive and you’re tasting it for free tonight.”
I felt his presence and I snapped my lids open to find him bending over me, his palm flat on the table. Down below in the darkness, Merrick’s tongue dipped into me with gentle, exploratory strokes. Tasting me, teasing me, filling me, making sparks burn before my eyes. Peregrine bent, taking my face in his hand.
“Put your tongue out,” he ordered.
I obeyed and he let the saliva drip from his mouth and into mine and I went over the edge. The combination of Merrick’s tongue lapping at my clit in a series of quick, short strokes and Peregrine’s taste slipping down my throat almost broke me. My orgasm rushed through my body, burning me alive. The darkness swirled behind my lids, sparks like fireworks in the distance.
I wailed helplessly. My body came apart and my spine arced and my thighs shook hard enough I felt Merrick’s hands holding me still. Peregrine laughed softly and released me, looking down at me writhing on the table with a crooked smirk.
Merrick surfaced, his eyes drunk. “My God,” he breathed.
“Next one’s mine,” Peregrine said.
Merrick drew back, kissing the underside of my knee, and my husband took his place. On his knees between my thighs. His mouth brushed my entrance and the tip of his nose traced over my clit. I was swollen and sensitive and I whimpered aloud as his mouth contacted my flesh. Sucking my clit gently against his tongue. Wave after wave of building pleasure moved through me and I felt it in a haze, heightened by the brush of Merrick’s mouth against the inside of my thigh.
My nails dug into the edge of the table. The sight of both their heads between my legs was too much. Merrick’s dark hair was rumpled from my fingers and Peregrine’s was perfect, as it always was. My chest constricted, molten desire surging in my hips as their heads moved slowly. Kissing and licking me in perfect tandem.
Another orgasm burst through me and I gripped the table and shook. Speechless, gasping, barely able to remain seated. Peregrine glanced up, his golden eyes flashing, and pushed two fingers into me. His tongue lashed my clit and my body shuddered. When he drew back there was triumph in his crooked smirk.
Merrick’s head pushed to where Peregrine had been and his tongue thrust into me. Cleaning the wetness dripping onto the table. My husband took my legs and spread them wide and they both pinned them there. Leaving me fully exposed. I whimpered and began sliding onto my back, but Peregrine gripped my leg and shook his head.
“No, you’re going to watch us eat you alive, angel,” he breathed. “You wanted this and I’m giving it to you. Every fucking filthy bit of it.”