Page 78 of Twilight of Embers
His fingers trailed lower, to the hem of my pajama pants that had magically appeared for me last night. “Aching?”
The air caught in my throat. “Yes.”
“Want me to ease it?” Cáel whispered hoarsely.
“Please,” I begged.
It was all Cáel needed. His hand slid lower, cupping my heat.
I moaned, arching back into him as he slid two fingers inside me.
Knox cursed, his hands going to the buttons on my pajama top. In a matter of seconds, my breasts were free. “God, I knew you’d be beautiful.”
He palmed the swells, his thumbs circling my nipples. The touch was almost painful. I needed more. To be filled, stretched. I wanted both of them, now, everywhere.
Knox bent his head, lips closing around one peak and sucking hard.
My mouth opened, silently begging for more.
Cáel slid a third finger inside me. They stroked and teased. As they curled, I cried out. But I needed more.
“Please,” I begged.
Cáel’s other hand circled my clit, just shy of where I needed him most.
Nonsensical sounds escaped me, pleading for I didn’t know what.
Knox’s mouth left my breast. “Make her shatter, brother. Tell me what it feels like to have her strangle your fingers like she’s going to strangle my cock.”
The words had my core convulsing with need.
Cáel cursed just as his fingers found that bundle of nerves.
Knox’s lips closed around my nipple again, working it with his tongue. Just as Cáel’s fingers stroked inside me, Knox bit down lightly on that peak.
Pleasure and pain rolled through me in a riptide. It held me captive, crashing over me again and again, as Cáel and Knox wrang every ounce of pleasure out of me. Just when I thought I was done, it would start all over again. Until finally, I simply passed out.
39
HAYDEN
I woke alone. Blinking against the morning light, I tried to remember if the memories from last night were a dream or reality. The slight twinge between my legs told me they were very real.
Heat hit my cheeks, and I quickly sat up. The room spun for a moment, but that didn’t last long, and my gaze settled on a note perched against the lamp.
Come downstairs when you wake up. Clothes are in the bathroom.
Studying every night with Cáel meant I recognized his handwriting. But remembering where those hands had been had me blushing all over again.
Part of me wondered if I could just sneak out and call an Uber. But then I remembered the events of early in the night. A cold shiver wracked my body.
Those men. All the blood.
I shoved it down, far away. Having to face my sexcapades would be far better than facing those memories.
Pushing to my feet, I headed for the bathroom. I flicked on the light and took in the space. It was stunning. All white marble and pale blue accents. Like the bedroom, it was serene and peaceful.
I crossed to the sinks and found a pile of clothes in my size, along with a toothbrush and an array of skincare items far fancier than I’d ever used before. As my gaze lifted, I caught sight of my nasty bruise in the mirror. That was going to be fun to explain.
