I would have thought he wasn’t interested in the fact his friend had his tongue inside my cunt except for the hardness pressing to the top of my head that told the lie of his own arousal he denied time and again.
Instead of trying to call him out as he gagged me gently and Gray’s tongue drove me slowly wild, I leaned into Blake’s embrace, rubbing against his erection. Hearing his soft breaths turn into short, hitched blasts, and watching his eyes dilate as I sucked on his fingers relentlessly as Gray took hold of my orgasm and coaxed it closer became my new favorite pastime.
Blake stared down at me, lips parted as I ached for his friend on the benchtop. My juices covered my thighs as I cried out, my voice muffled by Blake’s fingers in my throat. He pumped them relentlessly, his breath panting as fast as mine as Gray licked me faster. He found my clit and swirled the tiny hard nub with his tongue. I closed my eyes, hooking my legs behind his neck, and drew him closer.
Gray gripped my ass in both hands, and pushed a finger inside me. I came fast and hard, the extra sensation throwing me over the edge. My scream was cut off by Blake's fingers in my mouth. I kissed and sucked on them, forcing my eyelids open to watch him.
He groaned above me, still stroking my hair as I rode my orgasm out on Gray’s tongue.
“Blake...” I mumbled around his fingers
He bent down. “Say it, Lottie.”
“Kiss me?” I looked at him through my lashes.
Breathing hard Blake let me go, stumbling back.
I reached for him, but he kept retreating until he hit the opposite wall. Then my body slid across the countertop and I couldn't see him anymore at all. The next pair of eyes that met mine were gray, and they were anything but cold.
“That was cruel, mate of mine,” he reproved me, the undercurrent of his voice a dark ripple that reverberated through me at a soul-deep level.
He’d connected us, and my spirit acknowledged him. What could I do to refuse that?
I swallowed hard and met his eyes. “Should I apologize?”
Chapter Six
Blake
She stole my breath, my heart, and my soul in three tiny words. Hell, I was halfway out the door when Gray stopped my retreat.
“No,” he murmured, his gaze still locked on her. His fingers twitched at his side, two straight, the others curled—a signal we made up a decade before out of necessity when we were hunted. When we ran the first time.
Gray’s eyes raised to find mine, the corners of his mouth twitching. My cock thickened in response to the way those lips moved, knowing exactly how they felt wrapped around me, making me come when I’d told him to fuck off after a fight and he pinned me down and did me anyway. When he held me afterward and petted me like he did her now.
He’s going to fuck her in front of me and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
