Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“What do you want?” Prowling up my body, Leo skims warm breath from my waist to my breast. His stubble tickles as he flicks his tongue around my nipple.
My pussy throbs from all the attention it’s not receiving.
Kody breaks his kiss to run his tongue over my cheek.
He’s…he’s actually licking me—my face, my neck, my mouth. His entire body moves with the strokes of his tongue, surging against me, thrusting his raging erection, full-on humping me like an animal.
“Frankie…” Leo’s weight, now pressing in and trapping one of my legs, feels like a torment and a promise, teasing the very core of my being. “I asked you a question.”
I try to reposition, to move his hips into the space between my thighs. I just need some friction.
More than that, I need them to fuck me senseless.
He bites my tit, his teeth ruthlessly catching my nipple, demanding my focus.
“Fuck!” I can’t think with two men teasing so many nerve endings at once. “I forgot the question.”
“Tell me what I should do about this.” His tone holds a lethal edge.
“This?”
“You, me, Kody.” He separates each word with taunting nips on my breast. “Us.”
Kody’s erotic tongue swirls around my earlobe, screwing with my concentration.
Overstimulated and soaked, I’m nothing but sensation. “You should both fuck me. Quickly. Before I die.”
“Too bad.” Leo sits back, removing his mouth, his touch, and his beautiful heat.
“Prick.” I narrow my eyes, ready to call him out on his jealousy.
“Does he look like he wants to stop?” Kody sweeps red hair behind my shoulders, his lips brushing my ear. “He’s as hard as I am. But no one’s having sex tonight. You’ve burned through your calories for the day—”
His palm clamps over my mouth, stopping my argument.
I claw at his hand, trying to escape the muzzle.
In a blink, he pins my arm above me, buries his nose in my armpit, and inhales loudly. “Christ, I can smell you. Your goddamn pheromones make me ache.”
My armpit? No. That can’t be sexy.
Except it is. The ravishing steam of his breath, the vibrating sound of his groan, the sensual motion of his hips as he humps me and scents me…Holy hell.
With his hand still trapping my mouth, another glance passes between him and Leo, a conversation I have no hope of interpreting.
Leo looks conflicted, tangled in a barrage of possessiveness and hunger. I don’t know which part of him will win, but he’s making a gallant effort to work through it. For me.
They settle on something, a truce of some sort. Instead of throwing his fists, Leo rests them on his thighs, closes his eyes, and inhales slowly.
Kody readjusts to sit with his back to the wall. Then he hauls me onto his lap.
Not a sleeping position.
Confused, I catch Leo’s gaze. Deep in those blue and gold eyes, I glimpse a flicker that I trust. Whatever happens next, he’ll be in control from start to finish.
Looming over me, he grips my sweatpants, his intent clear.
Perched in the V of Kody’s powerful legs, I raise and lower my rear, letting Leo strip me bare from the waist down.
“What are we doing?” I reach back to touch Kody’s soft black hair. “I thought you said no sex.”
“There’s one thing Leo and I will always agree on. Your happiness.” Kody seductively licks my jaw. “Spread your legs.”
A thin sheen of sweat forms on my skin, bubbling from the burn of desire building inside me.
My legs fall open.
Kody’s cock jerks against my rear. Leo swallows, his eyes stark, fixed on my exposed pussy.
Overheated, I shed my shirt and lean back on Kody’s chest. Stark nude. More than ready.
An invisible leash snaps as Kody’s hands fly over me, gripping my throat, kneading my breasts, rubbing, pinching, grabbing, bruising.
Then he reaches between my legs.
Leo captures his wrist, stopping those fingers from penetrating.
The room falls still, save for the pop of embers in the hearth.
“Leo.” I know he’s struggling, but he can’t start and stop this at will. “Please, don’t—”
“Shut up, Frankie.” Holding Kody’s arm, he guides it up my body and places Kody’s hand on my breast. “This isn’t a race, man. Take your time. Warm her up. Never go straight for the holy land. Not until she begs.”
Oh.
He’s teaching him.
“You’re doing great.” I nuzzle my nose against Kody’s rigid, scruffy jaw.
He grunts.
An excited grunt. A hungry, heart-racing, can’t-catch-his-breath grunt. My new favorite sound.
His palms flatten over my abdomen, circling, exploring, and climbing higher to trace the undersides of my breasts. I melt beneath the reverent caresses, tracking the path of his hands.
A long red scar covers one, jagged and ugly from my stitches. Calluses roughen his fingers from the crossbow. More scars lash his knuckles. But his touch feels like velour. So plush and smooth for such a hard, brutal man.
Leo captures my thighs, opening me wider as he bends forward and fills his lungs with my scent, his nose a hairsbreadth from my dripping flesh.