Page 142 of Incoronate
He hadn’t just felt the reaction…he’d caught exactly what had passed through my head.
His nostrils flared once as his pupils blew wide, swallowing the blue until almost nothing was left of it, just a thin ring of azure around something that landed a lot more like hunger than concern.
I watched it move through his gaze and couldn’t tell, in that moment, which part had triggered it. Me, or the thought of feeding, or some tangled overlap of the two I’d never quite been able to keep separated.
“All of the above,” he answered my thoughts as heat scorched up my neck and into my cheeks.
“Stop eavesdropping.”
“Stop letting me.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth and the black spread further, swallowing the last of the blue until his eyes werenearly all pupil. He looked like a man running on the last thread of his self-control and fully aware of it. Want and hunger and something rawer underneath, and I couldn’t tell anymore where his ended and mine began. The bond between us had blurred that line so completely I’d stopped trying to find it.
Tossing the room service menu onto the table without taking his eyes off me, he closed his hand around my upper arm and hauled me across the cushions toward him. His hands found my waist and he lifted me, settling me onto his lap in one motion that left absolutely no room for argument.
Not that I had any intention of arguing.
Heat pooled low and immediate as he pulled me back against him, a slow, deliberate drag that made me catch my breath and bite down on my lip to keep from making a sound.
“Trace—”
“Later,” he said, low against my lips, his hands tightening on my hips as he guided me forward, then back, a slow roll that sent electricity crackling up my spine and into every nerve ending I owned.
I exhaled through my teeth and gripped his forearms to stay upright.
From the corner of my eye, Dominic uncrossed his ankle from his knee and leaned forward, elbows dropping onto his thighs as he watched. I turned to meet his eyes and felt my cheeks warm as his dark eyes dragged over me, as though he saw no reason in the world to rush a single second of it. A curve pulled at the corner of his mouth, and even with my body grinding against Trace, it was the most dangerous thing in the room.
My eyes slipped shut as Trace tightened his grip on my waist, rocking my hips against his in that maddening rhythm until my fingers dug into his arms and my breath came inshort, uneven pulls. I could feel everything. Every inch of him underneath me. The heat of it bleeding through the fabric between us until thinking straight became something other people did.
He sat me upright on his lap, his hands already moving to push my jacket off my shoulders. I felt it fall somewhere behind me, inconsequential and forgotten. His hands stilled for a beat, his gaze moving over me the way it always did when he had me like this. Like he was relearning something he already knew by heart and couldn’t stop himself. His tongue dragged slowly across his lips, and I had a very specific and not at all appropriate thought about where else I wanted it.
Trace smirked, his dimples pressing in as his hands dropped to the hem of my fitted shirt, his knuckles grazing my stomach as he gripped the fabric and peeled it up and off my body in one easy pull.
The cool air hit my skin and I shivered.
There was no time to think. No time to even react. His hands were already at my back, unclasping my bra before it quickly went the way of everything else. Dropping his face against my chest, his mouth was hot and open against my breast, his tongue tracing a path that made my back arch without permission, and I stopped thinking entirely.
All I could feel was his mouth on me. The hard press of him beneath me. Dominic’s eyes on me like a lit fuse. The unquenchable pull that hummed between the three of us, constant and electric, the kind that never fully quieted no matter how many times we fed it.
Trace’s hands found my hips. In one fluid motion he lifted me like I weighed nothing, guided my leg out from around him, and turned me on his lap so my back pressed flush against his chest, his arms coming around me from behind.
Dominic rose from his chair and my heart instantly flew into a frenzy.
Slowly, like he had all the time in the world, he crossed the space between us, stopping only when he was directly in front of me. His eyes never left mine as he lowered himself to his knees.
I bit my bottom lip as his hands moved to the waistband of my jeans, fingers working the button loose, the zipper down, all of it unhurried and certain while Trace’s hands closed over my breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading until coherent thought became genuinely impossible.
It was always like this for me when they worked together. My brain just gave up entirely. Clicked off and surrendered the floor without a fight.
“I’m going to take good care of you tonight, angel,” he murmured, his mouth curving deviously as his fingers hooked into the hem of my jeans.
My response came in the form of a pant as he gripped the denim along with my underwear and pulled everything down my legs in one easy drag, tossing it all aside as though I wasn’t going to be needing any of it for the rest of the night. The thought alone did lewd and sinful things to my already unraveling composure.
Before I could even reorient myself, Trace’s thighs spread out beneath me, the motion pushing mine open along with his, leaving me bare and exposed and held completely in place between them.
Dominic made a sound low in his throat, something raw and satisfied, his gaze dragging up the full length of me before his head dipped. His mouth found my core and his tongue moved in a slow, devastating stroke along my slit.
I heard myself cry out before I could even stop it.
