Wicked Release(15)

Shameless. Wild. Heavenly. The words were not enough to describe her body’s reaction to this act. He was better than any dessert. Salty and hot and delicious on her tongue, she opened her mouth to take more of his width. To take all of him.

Her thighs were damp with arousal. Arousal she knew Con could see from across the room. And she wanted him to see. Wanted him to lick his lips as he imagined her taste on his tongue. She spread her legs farther apart and rocked her hips in time to her mouth’s rhythm.

A groan from the couch told her he was still watching. That he wanted to join them.

“Con, don’t you dare fucking move.” Lorie’s growl made her shiver. “I need this. Need it. Oh, hell, Sarah. How are you—? What are you doing?”

She’d reached up with one hand to cup the tight sac at the base of his shaft, caressing it as she slid her mouth down until her lips nearly touched her fingers. She swallowed.

Con’s pained moans echoed in her ears. “She’s a natural. I knew she’d be a natural. Knew her mouth was made for us.”

Lorie’s hips jerked against her, his hands guiding her head almost helplessly against his cock. “I’m not sure I can hang on, Sarah. This feels too damn good. Oh, God, what your mouth can do should be a crime. Don’t stop. That’s it. I just. Need. A few more—”

“Stop. Now.”

It was instinctive. She was so attuned to them that she pulled away without hesitation, though she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to taste Lorie’s completion on her tongue. To know she could do that to him and affect him so swiftly.

“I hate you, Con,” Lorie snarled.

Con snorted. “No you don’t.” He thought about it for a minute. “Okay, maybe you do now, but you’ll thank me later.” His tone softened. “How’re you doing, baby? Still with us?”

She nodded, feeling dazed. “I think so.” Her body was screaming for release, screaming for someone to give her what she needed. Each second that passed wound her insides tighter and tighter, until she was sure she would snap. She was tempted to grant herself temporary relief, but they were watching. And Con hadn’t given her permission to stop playing his game.

“Are you ready for more?”





Chapter Five




She’d sworn she would never allow another to contain her or confine her again, yet here she was, voluntarily being tied into a seat suspended from the high ceiling. A seat that held her thighs open, and kept her back supported…but had no fabric in between.

The cool air in the room washed across the revealed skin, making her blush. She was high enough that she could look into Lorie’s enchanting eyes, and feel Con’s chest pressed against her back. This had to be a Magian invention. Surely no human would invent something so obviously designed for sex. They were too tight-laced for that.

She held on to the thick ropes that the chair dangled from, watching them securing her legs and the soft but snug swath of fabric beneath her breasts. She wanted to beg them to hurry. Demand that they lie on the bed while she had her way with them. But she couldn’t focus. A haze had fallen over her and all she knew was sensation.

Every scrape of her back against the strip of chair or the light smattering of curls on Con’s chest jarred her sensitized skin. Each gliding caress of Lorie’s knuckles as he attached the harness made her ache for more.

She was glowing with need, aware that she’d already changed on some fundamental level. Knowing that what she felt was nothing compared to what she would experience once they were finally joined as one.

How could she deny herself when she wanted these men more than she’d ever wanted anything? Even revenge. It was terrifying to admit, but it was true. At this moment they had her, body and soul to do with as they would. Heaven help them.

“I think she’s ready, Con,” Lorie’s voice was whiskey raw. “And I know I am.”

She looked over her shoulder in time to see Con smile and shake his head. “Not quite yet, my friend. Sarah and I have a few things to straighten out first.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What things? What did he mean? “Conway?”

“Sarah?” he mimicked playfully, his hands lowering to cup the cheeks of her bare bottom. “Planning on taking what you want from us and trying to run again?”

“No!”

He lifted one hand and smacked her left cheek firmly, forcing a shout of surprise from her throat. “Just checking. I’d hate to feel used. Hate to give myself, my magic to you completely, only to have you dismiss me when something more important comes along.”

Her right cheek got the same treatment, the stinging sensation causing her sex to tingle uncontrollably. “I won’t. I’m not using you. I swear.”