Page 143 of Incoronate
It was already too much. Too much pleasure, too much heat, too much sensation coming from too many directions at once, and he’d barely started. I already knew I wasn’t going to survive it. I squirmed, trying to get some fraction of control back, some tiny buffer between me and the overwhelming flood of it.
Trace’s arms locked around my waist from behind, pinning me flush against his chest and cutting off every possible retreat as Dominic gripped my inner thighs and held them apart, keeping me exactly where he wanted me, open and inescapable.
I had nowhere to go. No way to close myself off from it. Nothing to do but take it.
And take it I did.
Dominic worked me with a focus that made my thighs tremble, his tongue circling and stroking in a rhythm that built pressure low and deep and merciless. Trace’s mouth found my throat at the same moment, lips dragging up the column of my neck in slow, open kisses, pausing at my pulse point, grazing it with his teeth. Priming it. I felt the intent in every pass of his mouth and it sent heat screaming through me in both directions at once.
“Please,” I breathed, and I wasn’t even sure which of them I was begging. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe just the universe in general.
Dominic’s pace climbed in answer, relentless now, coiling the pressure inside me tighter and tighter as Trace’s teeth finally broke the skin at my throat. He bit down and sucked, drawing deep, his tongue working against the wound as ecstasy detonated through my entire body in a blinding, consuming wave.
The orgasm crashed through me so hard I screamed.
Trace’s hand clamped over my mouth a half second too late, muffling the tail end of it as my whole body arched and shook between them, pleasure wracking through me in long, rolling tremors that didn’t stop even when I begged them to.
I was practically floating. Unmoored and completely content. My whole body had gone soft and boneless and I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.
Dominic straightened, rising to his full height in front of me, and the look on his face short-circuited what was left of my brain entirely. His eyes were all promise, dark and certain and devastatingly patient. The kind of look that told you exactly what was coming and made you grateful for every second of the wait.
His fingers moved to his shirt buttons, working them loose one by one, unhurried as always. Then his hands dropped to his black slacks and the zipper slid down with a sound that seemed to fill the whole room.
I swallowed hard.
“Still not hungry?” he asked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his index finger and then licked it clean.
Trace withdrew his fangs from my neck and pulled back a fraction, his breath warm against my skin as he waited to hear my answer.
I wasn’t even sure Dominic was talking about food anymore. Frankly, I wasn’t sure of my own name.
There were too many things running through my head then…wrong and indecent things that I was far too embarrassed to ever say out loud.
“Don’t be.” Trace’s baritone rumbled against my back, vibrating through my skin and pooling low in my belly. “We want to hear what you like.”
Dominic’s darkened gaze dropped between my thighs, then rose again as he lowered himself back to his knees, thedim light catching the carved lines of his chest and shoulders as he moved.
“Do you want my mouth again?” he asked, his hands curling around my hips and drawing me off Trace’s lap toward the edge of the couch.
Sweet Revenant babies everywhere.
“Or would you prefer to have all of me?” he asked, lining himself up at my entrance.
“Yes. Please. That,” I rasped, my chest still heaving.
His mouth twitched. “Say it, angel.”
“I want all of you.”
“As you wish,” he said as he sank into me slowly, inch by devastating inch, and my entire body melted around him with a kind of relief that went well past physical.
A long, broken exhale left me as he filled me completely, his forehead dropping briefly to mine, his jaw tight with the effort of holding himself still.
Then he pulled back and drove forward again, and I stopped being capable of anything resembling a thought.
He set a pace that was thorough and unhurried, each stroke deep and precise, wringing sounds out of me I had no control over. Behind me, Trace’s hands roamed my body, palms skimming up my ribcage, thumbs tracing the undersides of my breasts, his mouth back at my throat, kissing and grazing and dragging his tongue across the wound he’d already made until my head fell back against his shoulder and my eyes rolled.
“Eyes on me,” said Dominic.
