Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Look at him,” he demands, hands skating down my sides until they’re framing my outer thighs. “Go on…”
I do as I’m told, facing Knight fully, right as that wicked tongue of his comes out to play along his lips.
A low whimper escapes me before I can stop it, and I rub my legs together, but Knight tsks his tongue at the move, and Legend’s palms press lower, forcing me to stop.
“Patience, Little L. I have every intention of taking care of you.” A devilish grin pulls at his lips, and it looks so good on him, different from the sneer he’s pointed at me the last few times I’ve seen him. Whatever he has taken, he needs to more often. He’s different tonight.
“I’m not a patient girl. I want what I want when I want it.”
Legend’s lips find my ear once more. “Don’t go gettin’ yourself punished, trouble.”
I lean farther into his chest, my eyes closing without permission. “I like a good punishment now and then. It’s good for my black soul.”
Knight chuckles. “I like you.”
“Could have fooled me.”
At that, both boys laugh as if sharing some secret that I’m not privy to. I don’t have it in me to care as Legend’s monstrous fingers widen, sliding deeper into the crease of my thighs and slowly stretching out to my inner knees. He lifts my legs, spreading them so they hang over his, the underside of my knees hooked over his own. I might as well be in a sitting sling, my thong-covered goods displayed in offering.
And fuck me, my lungs seize up when the object of last night’s fantasy drops to his knees in front of me. He shuffles closer, and I dig my nails into Legend’s thighs, unaware of when I moved them there, but his low rumble against my back tells me he doesn’t mind. He likes the bite of my nails, proof is in the way he presses me closer to his chest, his tongue finding the lobe of my ear, flicking and teasing against it.
Knight’s fingers skate along my skin, a knuckle the first part of him to meet my center, and the blue of his eyes deepens as he keeps them locked with mine. His teeth sink into his lower lip as one finger slips beyond the thin material, and I sigh in relief at the contact, bucking into his hand. He grins, a second finger joining in on the fun.
“So fucking ready for my cock, aren’t you, Little L?” he speaks against my lips, evading the kiss at the last second. “You’re already dripping wet.”
I pout, and Legend’s heady laugh sends shivers over my skin.
Knight doesn’t press his lips to mine, but my bratty pout quickly grows into a moan as Knight sucks at the center of my throat, his tongue dragging across as teeth nip at the space there. My back arches as his fingers thrust inside me.
“Yes,” I cry out, shamelessly riding his hand. We’re tucked away in the corner of the party. My eyes come to the hot flames of the fire in front of us as my cheeks burn to life. Someone is likely watching. I can almost feel the wrath of their eyes skinning me alive as seconds pass, but I don’t care. The fact that people around us are watching has my claws digging into Knight’s shoulders, a sense of possessiveness falling over me. I want them to watch.
To see what he’s doing to me.
“More,” I rasp.
Legend’s lips find the other side of my neck, skimming, but not kissing, teeth scraping, but not biting, and I wish he’d fucking bite already.
“Careful what you wish for, trouble. My bite isn’t at all what you’re used to,” he whispers darkly.
“Prove it,” I beg, completely gone to the moment.
Legend growls low in his throat, grips my chin and yanks my head toward his. He takes my lips, tasting the seam. His hot breath rolls over my sensitive flesh, and for the shortest of seconds, his velvet tongue slides against mine, almost as if he didn’t mean to but couldn’t help it. His eyes close then, and he sucks my lower lip between his own until I whimper from a shot of pain that only intensifies the ache between my legs.
I gasp as he pulls away, his smirk dark and daring as his hands slide up under my dress.
“Kiss her,” he commands, his tone more urgent than before. “He’s coming.”
I don’t know who ‘he’ is and I figure Knight would tell him to fuck off, but no. Shockingly, he listens like a good fucking boy, his pillowy lips smashing to mine as his fingers hook inside me. He curls them forward and forces my mouth open on a gasp. Knight takes full advantage of the opening, his tongue thrusting at the same speed as his fingers, drawing out every moan and whimper with satisfied groans of his own.