Page 74 of Sight of Fate

Macklin’s thumbs slide dangerously close, causing me to clench, and a few drops of moisture trickle out. He rubs the liquid into my skin.

I arch, bringing each half of me closer to their touch.

Teague scoots down and latches onto one of my nipples with his mouth. Then reaches down with his other hand and picks up my knee, spreading me for Macklin.

Sliding my hand into his thick hair, I press my breast into his mouth. An image of him tonguing my nipple flashes in my mind, and I realize it’s from him. I gasp and stare down at his firm lips, watching him suck and tease the hard pink tip.

“You’re soaked,” Macklin murmurs in my ear. “Can I touch you?”

“Touch me, please,” I beg.

“Kiss me,” he orders, his hand hovering between my legs.

I twist my head, and his mouth covers mine, but unlike Teague’s demanding kiss, Macklin’s is coaxing, drawing me in deeper, until I’m lost in the taste and feel of his mouth on mine. His finger slides along my center, spreading the slick wetness from top to bottom, and I gasp into his mouth. Like my thighs, he’s not content to do it once, but over and over until I’m desperate for more. Softly biting his bottom lip, he chuckles and plunges one thick finger deep inside.

My hand tightens in Teague’s hair as my body stretches to accommodate.

“You’re so tight,” Macklin murmurs, his hand freezing. “Have you been with anyone before?”

Teague lifts his head, waiting for me to answer.

“Yes, once,” I reply, wishing I were more experienced.

Something in my voice must have revealed how I felt because Macklin grunts. “We’re greedy. We want all the firsts we can get.” He slides his finger out, then in, and that single movement sends need shooting through my body. “Has anyone touched you like this?”

“No,” I moan, nearly losing my mind between Teague’s mouth and Macklin’s thick finger.

My answer earns me another kiss, and my body clenches in response.

“That’s it, love,” Macklin murmurs in my ear.

Teague lowers his head and gives my breast one last lick, then slowly kisses his way across to the other one to lavish it with equal attention.

Macklin’s finger strokes in and out a little faster, and heat spreads across my body.

“Mmm, yes,” I breathe out. “Faster.”

Teague releases my breast and scoots down the bed.

What are you doing? I cringe at the slight panic in my voice.

I’m going to taste you while Macklin touches you.

What?

Has anybody ever put their mouth on you?

Teague lifts my leg and stares up at me, his blue-grey eyes almost slate grey with desire as he waits for the answer.

“No.” My reply is barely a whisper, but my reward is a glimpse of what he’s feeling. Feral triumph, knowing he’ll be the first. His to taste. Lick. Suck. Every inch of my body. The need racing through his veins straight to his hard cock.

More, I demand, his emotions fanning the inferno raging inside me.

Watching your sweet, wet body squeeze his finger is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think I could come from watching him finger you.

Teague’s mouth closes over me.

“Oh,” I moan, long and low, as he sucks lightly on the sensitive bud at the top.