Inked Beasts – Reverse Harem Romance Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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Her face confirms that I’ve got it just right.

“Gage.” Her breathing grows shallower as her fingers dig in deeper, anchoring me to her, as if I would ever leave.

I watch her face—her beautiful, perfect face—as she slowly and steadily loses control.

Her nipples pebble against my chest, a fine sheen of sweat coats her skin, and when the moment comes, her head arches back, her graceful neck stretched beneath me as she cries out my name again.

Somehow, I manage to keep myself together as her pussy squeezes my cock, her body throbbing around me, her hand clamping down on my arm.

Her release is long and deep, and when she finally opens her eyes, tears seep from the corners, sliding down her cheek.

I reach to wipe them away, but she turns her head, as if wanting to hide from me.

I lay a kiss on her cheek and brush her hair back from her face. More tears fall, and she still doesn’t look at me, but she tangles her leg around mine and wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me close.

After a minute or so, when I’m mostly only aware of her heartbeat and the warmth of her body pressed against mine, I roll onto my side, bringing her with me, tucking her head to me, holding her tight.

“Sorry,” she says, her voice a soft puff of breath on my arm.

Mine is a fierce whisper in response as I pull her closer. “Don’t ever be sorry.”

We rest like that for several more minutes, until her breathing is slow and steady and her fingers begin to tease my skin.

Our bodies have come together. We’ve been as close as two people can be. I could die a happy man right now.

But I’m just getting started.

LEXY

Gage hasn’t even come yet, and I need to do something about that, but part of me wants to run and hide. I want to crawl alone into some dark corner where I can soothe my heart, which feels like it’s just shed a hard outer shell, exposing something new, raw, and fragile.

It’s so intense with him. I knew it would be, and that’s why I tried to wait. I trust him completely, but I’ve also never felt so vulnerable.

When he was inside me, he wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me. There’s no other way to describe it.

It was so different from my first time with Kai, so slow and sensual. But more than that, it was tender. That’s what gets me, the tenderness.

It’s far too much to process, and I don’t want to think; I just want to feel.

When I trace over one of the tattoos on his arm, he pulls me closer, but I don’t want to cuddle right now. I slide my leg over his thigh and use the momentum to shift positions, bringing my hips over his, straddling him as I push him onto his back.

God, this man is gorgeous, and I need him to smile, not keep looking at me like he’s afraid I’ll cry again.

A large percentage of the skin on his torso is covered with ink, but I take inspiration from a bit that’s not. Before I can overthink it, my fingers reach for one of his nipples and give it a light pinch.

His mouth drops open in response to the surprise move, and his eyes go wide before they crinkle at the corners. Retaliation comes swiftly.

Before I know what’s happening, he has me on my back, and now he’s propped over me, his eyes dancing with mischief. He has one of my hands trapped in his, but before he can restrain the other, I aim to give him another pinch, laughter bursting out of me when I’m successful.

“You’re being a bad girl, Lexy.” He’s on the verge of laughing, too, but there’s a deeper edge to his tone that sends more heat straight to my core.

“I am being bad,” I agree, as he cages both of my wrists above my head in one of his big hands. “What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes search my face, and I’m fairly certain that this isn’t how he intended the night to go, but to my relief, he plays along.

Glancing around the room, his gaze settles on a nearby chair. “Bad girls lose privileges,” Gage says. Releasing me for only a second to leave the bed, he returns with my scarf and uses it to secure my wrists to the headboard.

My mind flashes back to my night here with Kai, when he acted as though he was tied up, but I hastily push those thoughts from my head. It’s too confusing for me to think about both men, and what it means that I’m having sex with each of them.

I spent years crafting a well-ordered life for myself back in Atlanta—a couple of nights back in Vegas, and it’s suddenly all kinds of complicated.


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