Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
But still, I needed more.
I gave Finn’s hair a soft tug, guiding him downward. “I want your mouth on me lower,” I whispered. “Have you ever tasted a woman before?”
His eyes flicked up to mine—dark, dazed, reverent. I could feel his eagerness mixed with lust. He was innocent…but very needy. His hunger almost matched my own. I had the feeling he’d been waiting a long time to be with a woman.
“No,” he said, his voice coming out low and rough. “No, I…I’ve never…”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I murmured. “Would you like to taste me now?”
“Fuck, yes!” But he looked up at Ronan, as if for permission.
I wasn’t surprised. I had already figured out which of them was in the lead. But I wanted them both. However, I doubted Ronan would go this far. I looked at him too.
“What do you think, Ronan?” I murmured to the bigger Were. “Would you like to watch Finn taste me?”
Ronan let out a low curse that was half anger and half desire. But I could tell he liked this—he liked to be involved but he also liked to watch. Maybe he didn’t even realize that himself, but my Succubus blood made me instantly aware of other people’s kinks and desires. This was definitely one of his strongest ones.
Still, he was stubborn.
“We shouldn’t go that far,” he growled.
“You don’t have to—just watch Finn to be sure he does it right,” I suggested. “And to be certain I’m not draining him, of course.”
As long as I had them on either side of me, both touching me, I didn’t have to worry about draining one or the other.
I could feel Ronan’s lust slowly melting his reluctance. At last, he nodded.
“Well…all right,” he growled. “But if he’s going to do it, he’d better do it right.” He looked at Finn. “First you need to get her clothes all the way off. Give yourself room to work.”
Finn didn’t hesitate this time—he pushed himself up and slid down my body, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. He pulled them down over my hips with slow, reverent hands, like he was unwrapping something precious. My panties went with them, and suddenly I was bare from the waist down, spread open between them.
I loved the feeling of the two, muscular male bodies bracketing my own—they made me feel delicate and beautiful. The way they were looking at me, I could feel their hunger sizzling over my bare skin.
I felt Ronan’s breath hitch beside me—but he didn’t stop what we were doing. He wanted to watch…and Finn wanted to be watched, I thought. Oh yes, these two were quite a team, though I bet they didn’t even know it. I was pretty sure this was the first time they’d ever shared a woman in any capacity.
“Get between her legs.” Ronan’s deep voice broke the silence. “Spread her wide—let’s see that hot little pussy. See if she’s wet for us.”
I moaned softly as Finn did what he said, kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide.
“Good,” Ronan instructed. “Now use your thumbs to spread her open. I want to see her heat.”
I made no move to stop them as Finn once again obeyed orders. He parted my outer lips and I felt my cheeks heat as I looked down and saw how shiny my inner pussy was—my juices were everywhere. God, I had never felt so exposed…so helpless. Or so hot.
Finn’s eyes went wide as he took in the slick heat waiting for him. His lips parted, and I could feel the need rolling off him in waves—it matched the heat between my legs, the ache in my core.
But still, he looked unsure.
Ronan leaned forward, his voice rough and low with command.
“All right—listen up,” he growled. “Start slow. Kiss and lick the insides of her thighs first…both sides. Don’t go diving in all at once—make her wait for it.”
Finn obeyed immediately, bending to press his mouth to my right thigh, just above the knee. His lips were warm and soft—hesitant, but so eager. He kissed higher…then again…and again. Every brush of his mouth sent a little spark shooting through me, making my clit throb with anticipation. Oh God, this was good…just the way I liked it. No rushing, no selfish push to get to his own pleasure first. He was taking his time and meanwhile, Ronan was flicking my nipples, making the anticipation even greater.
Finn moved to my other thigh and kissed his way up there too, until I was twitching beneath him, hips arching off the blanket, desperate for more. God, he was killing me—and yet, I loved it.
“Don’t rush,” Ronan warned. “Make her beg for it. Then—when she’s right on the edge—use your tongue. Wide…flat…slow.”
Well, if he wanted me to beg, I could certainly oblige.