“Careful what you wish for,” I growled, my dark promise matching the dangerous edge in Chance’s voice. I adjusted my grip to lift Early’s hips higher, the new angle letting me drive even deeper.
He opened his mouth for another smart remark, but it dissolved into a desperate cry. His back bowed off the bed, hands clawing at my shoulders.
Not satisfied with just dominating his body, I wanted to demolish his composure. I reached betweenus to stroke his renewed erection, my hand wrapping around him with practiced ease.
Early jerked under me, throwing off our rhythm as pleasure overwhelmed him. But I was relentless, fucking him hard while stroking his cock in sync with the building crescendo of the song. His composure cracked as he writhed beneath me. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet.” I tightened my grip on his cock, denying his release.
Early sobbed as his defiance melted into submission. “Please, please let me come.”
I increased the pace of my strokes, pushing him to his limits. Every muscle in his body went rigid as he balanced on the knife’s edge of release.
“Come for me now, Duchess,” I commanded, brushing my thumb over the head of his cock as I gave him permission to let go.
Early shouted my name as his climax hit, painting his stomach with evidence of his enjoyment. His body arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed through him, his fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Even after being married fifteen years, I never tired of watching him come undone beneath me, his face a masterpiece of bliss as he surrendered. The sight of him flushed, desperate, and marked by my passion made the possessiveness inside me purr with pleasure as Early’s moans of ecstasy blended withChance’s growls in the song. They created a harmony that satisfied me in unspeakable ways.
Despite my protests, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to have both. To watch Early fall apart while Chance’s talented mouth worked him over. To feel his powerful hands gripping my shoulders while his velvet-rough voice whispered filthy promises in my ear.
The thought should have bothered me more than it did. But between Early’s knowing smirks whenever Chance was mentioned and the way the kid’s voice seemed to bypass all my defenses, I couldn’t deny the appeal anymore. Something about the combination of Early’s sunshine and Chance’s storm called to the deepest parts of me, promising a perfect balance of light and dark.
Your war is my altar; your body’s my creed.
I’ll conquer the fire that you make me need.
You kneel in surrender; I rise in your fall.
We shatter the heavens and consume it all.
The intense power at the end of the song filled every corner of the room, each note vibrating through my bones until I couldn’t tell where his voice ended and my body began. He soared to impossible heights while still maintaining that earthly growl that made my balls tighten as my climax rushed closer.
Every growl and soaring note pushed me closer tothe edge, his voice demanding total surrender even as it promised salvation. The way he could shift from those deep, commanding tones to vulnerable falsettos showed a mastery that spoke to his being music royalty, who had inherited his famous father’s considerable talents.
Finally, the dual sensation of physical and auditory pleasure proved too much. My orgasm crashed through me with devastating force, pleasure rippling through every nerve ending as I came deep inside Early.
It wasn’t until Early shifted beneath me that I came back to myself. His fingers trailed up my arms as a satisfied smile played across his lips. The knowing look in his eyes told me he’d caught the direction of my thoughts. He’d been dropping hints about Chance for weeks now, and hearing the powerful sexuality in his voice while claiming Early had weakened my resistance.
My gaze wandered, taking in the familiar details of his face that I knew by heart, from the delicate slope of his nose, his sweet dimples, the gold and green flecks in his gray-hazel eyes. He was my sun in human form, who was bright, warm, and fiercely loving. I didn’t know where I would be without his endless patience and unwavering support. He had shown me how to love fearlessly, with my whole heart, without holding back. He knew me better than anyone else in the world.
That was why it was so frustrating when Early asked, “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” His tone held no judgment, only understanding and perhaps a hint of excitement as the song’s instrumental outro played.
I buried my face in Early’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sweat and sex. But I couldn’t deny how Chance’s masterful vocals had enhanced every sensation, driving me to claim Early with an intensity that surprised even me. Chance’s voice held a darkness that called to my own, promising depths that went far beyond his years.
The idea of Chance joining us, of his sexy voice crying out in harmony with Early’s moans, made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. Early’s subsequent gasp told me he’d felt it, too. His knowing chuckle only confirmed we both already knew the idea of joining with Chance was becoming harder to resist.
Chapter Three
EARLY
My entire bodyhummed with pleasure, every nerve ending still singing from our intense lovemaking. Duke’s claim remained hot inside me, making me shiver with satisfaction. The Devil’s Chance playlist I’d crafted continued in the background, a sensual soundtrack to our afterglow.
When the next song started playing, Duke practically lunged across me to silence the speaker.
My knowing laugh echoed in our bedroom. “Can’t handle any more of Chance’s sexy voice making you lose control?”
“You’re pushing your luck, Duchess.”
