Maximus sidled closer and ran his fingers through her hair. Forehead still furrowed, he watched as the locks tumbled through his digits. What thoughts ran through his mind?
Behind her, Gabriel wedged his knee between hers and thrust his leg through the opening he’d created. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled, and—the sudden purring startled her.
Maximus smiled, eradicating the scowl and softening his features. “Gabriel rarely purrs in his human skin.”
She liked the smile on the vampyr’s face, and the noise the tiger made had her wanting to curl up between them both. Sheesh, she’d love to keep these men happy. But could she? She’d been alone so long, was it even possible for her to put anyone other than her Empress and herself first.
“Will you permit me to clean you here?” The front of Gabriel’s thigh wedged against her pussy and rocked enough it stirred an ache.
The pleasurable throb between her thighs, left over from the orgasms, slowly faded. A soft touch of cloth would probably send her over the edge. Who knew climaxes would make one so sensitive. Add to that the intimacy of another washing her had heat flushing her cheeks. But he’d already had his mouth there, and he sounded as if he’d delight in servicing her. And while she rather liked the stickiness between her thighs, she hadn’t even thought about protecting herself from pregnancy. Good thing mystics seldom bred even in best-case scenarios.
“If it will please you, yes.” Her voice sounded husky, like she’d risen from sleep.
“Very much.” Gabriel rose, removing his arm from beneath her head and leaned over her. He cupped her chin in his palm and turned her head so he could kiss her. Gentle strokes of his tongue and nips to her bottom lip, teasing. “You taste so sweet,” he whispered against her mouth. “You’re like catnip my cat wants to roll around in and get drunk on.”
“Smooth talker.” Sameya teased. She trailed a finger over his cheek, the scratchy stubble abrasive against the pad of her index. He’d been clean-shaven earlier in the bar. “You’re both a little overwhelming.”
“Tell us to back off when you need your space, Sameya.” Maximus palmed a breast, his forefinger and thumb pinching a nipple.
She’d try. She really would. But Sameya wasn’t known for her patience or levelheadedness. Gabriel grasped her hips, but when she would’ve looked at him, Maximus dug his hand in her hair. Capturing her attention, he rose up on his elbow and peered down at her, as Gabriel rolled her onto her back.
Hands on her knees, Gabriel spread her legs. “She’s glistening with your combined juices.”
“There are so many wicked things we want to do to you.” The vampyr held her focus, the anticipation in his silver-blue eyes evident.
The tiger swiped is tongue across her pussy and unexpected bliss whiplashed through her body. Eyes going wide, Sameya gasped, jolted as Gabriel’s tongue flicked over her clit. The vampyr smiled, slow and wicked. “Didn’t you know a cat cleans with its tongue?”
I do now!
“Mmm….” The sound vibrated against her folds as Gabriel pushed her legs wider and adjusted his position to settle more comfortably between her thighs. “I knew your cum mixed with her juices would taste even better.”
If at all possible, Maximus’s smile grew wider. “Melt into the pleasure, naleah.”
Staring into his eyes, Sameya whimpered and felt the surge of arousal. Gabriel groaned as she flooded his mouth. Her physical reaction prompted him to spread her lips with one hand and shove two fingers deep into her pussy.
Sameya moaned, her back arching off the bed, as Gabriel anchored his mouth at the core of her body, alternating between lapping at her flesh and sucking on her clitoris.
Tiny hedonistic cries slipped from her lips.
“Goddamn, Maximus, she tastes amazing.” Gabriel’s words buzzed against her skin.
“Let me sample her.” Maximus was already twisting his body around on the bed as he spoke.
With his chest aligned over her belly, his head moved between her thighs. His long hair tickled, causing goose bumps to erupt. Gabriel’s soft torment ceased, but his fingers remained in position as Maximus lowered his head to feast.
Sameya quaked as Maximus’s tongue slid downward, from her clit to where Gabriel’s fingers were moving inside her.
“She’s candy to my taste buds.” Maximus sucked on her clitoris.
She buried her fingernails into the back of his thighs, squirming into his mouth, but her body trembled for them to advance the exploits further. “No more.”
“I want her to come again,” Maximus lifted his head, she guessed to glance at Gabriel.