Page 30 of Renegade Kingdom
And I wanted this. I wanted them. I wanted to stop thinking, stop planning, stop carrying the weight of everyone’s survival on my shoulders for just a little while.
“I want this,” I told them. “I want you.”
Dean’s smile was pure wolf as he lowered me onto the bed.
The mattress was soft beneath my back, a stark contrast to the hard heat of Dean’s body as he settled over me. Ryder climbed onto the bed beside us, his hand immediately finding my waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to trace patterns on my bare skin.
“Too many clothes,” Ryder observed, his voice light but his eyes dark with want.
Dean hummed his agreement. Together, they stripped the fabric from my body with an efficiency that left me breathless. Shirt, trousers, undergarments. All of it gone in moments, leaving me bare and wanting beneath their hungry gazes.
“Beautiful,” Dean breathed, his eyes roaming down the length of me. “Every single time, and it still takes my breath away.”
Ryder’s mouth found my shoulder, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin there. “She’s ours,” he murmured against my flesh. “Every gorgeous inch of her.”
The possessiveness in his voice made me shiver.
Dean lowered his head to capture my lips again as Ryder’s mouth continued its journey down my body. When Ryder’s teeth grazed the swell of my breast, I gasped into Dean’s kiss. When his tongue circled my nipple before drawing it into his mouth, I moaned.
“That’s it,” Dean encouraged, pulling back just enough to watch my face. “Let us hear you. Let us know what feels good.”
Ryder’s hand slid between my thighs, and I parted them eagerly, desperate for his touch. His fingers found me already slick with need, and he groaned softly against my breast.
“So wet for us,” he said, echoing Dean’s earlier sentiment. “Always so ready.”
He stroked me slowly, teasingly, circling my clit with just enough pressure to drive me wild without pushing me over the edge. I writhed beneath his touch, my hips rolling to try to increase the friction.
“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Ryder, please.”
“Please what?” He lifted his head to grin at me, his fingers never stopping their maddening rhythm. “Tell me what you want.”
“More. I need more.”
Dean chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied. “You heard her.”
Ryder’s grin widened, and then his mouth was trailing lower. Down my stomach, across my hip, until his breath ghosted over my aching centre. When his tongue finally touched me, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
He devoured me like a man starving for it. Long, slow licks that had my toes curling, followed by quick flicks against my clit that made me see stars. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him as he feasted.
Dean watched it all with gleaming eyes. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. A reminder of who I belonged to. Of who held the power here.
“You look so good like this,” he told me. “Coming apart on his tongue. I could watch this forever.”
The orgasm built quickly, driven by Ryder’s talented mouth and Dean’s possessive grip and the feeling of being completely,utterly theirs. When it crashed over me, I screamed, my hands fisting in the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through my body.
Ryder didn’t stop. He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks pulsed through me, until I lay boneless and gasping beneath him.
“Good girl,” Dean murmured, releasing my throat to brush the hair back from my sweat-dampened face. “But we’re not done with you yet.”
He shifted, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he stripped off his own clothes. When he settled between my thighs, I felt the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, and I whimpered in anticipation.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.
“I want this. I want you. Please, Dean.”
He thrust home in one smooth stroke, and the stretch of him filling me had my eyes rolling back. For a moment, he held himself still, buried to the hilt inside me, giving me time to adjust.
Then he started to move.
