Chapter 62
Chapter
Sixty-Two
ZANE
Haven didn’t scramble for the blanket on the floor. Didn’t try to cover herself. Just met my eyes with that same courageous gaze she’d used when facing down a horde of nians.
This woman was mine to protect, mine to cherish.
And judging by the slight curve of her lips, she was beginning to accept it too.
I’d imagined this moment differently—something gradual, earned over time. Instead, here she stood, seemingly offering us her trust—herself—freely.
Haven had long, shapely legs, perfect breasts with tight pink nipples I couldn’t wait to taste, and a rosy flush on her skin.
In the soft light cast by the embers in the hearth, she could pass for a goddess.
I cleared my throat and just stopped myself from adjusting my painfully hard cock.
“I’m interrupting. I can go.” It would kill me, but if she wanted me to leave, I would.
“Stay.” She sounded unsure, and my heart plummeted. Then she lifted her chin and repeated, “Stay.” Her voice was stronger. She knew what she wanted. Us.
I crossed the room in two steps, carefully grasped her chin, and lowered my lips to hers. She tasted like cinnamon and sunshine, an addictive blend. With my tongue, I plundered her mouth, needing more, the rasp of our tongues, her spice, and the way she melted into me.
“Let us make you feel good, Haven.” Remy’s voice had turned husky with desire.
“He’s already tasted your lips, sweetness.” We were meant to protect her, worship her, and possess her. Together. My hands ached to explore the curve of her waist, the soft skin Remy’s hands were already claiming. “Open your legs for him.”
She froze, and for an instant I worried that I’d pushed her too far. Haven didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who’d taken many lovers. Certainly not two at the same time.
“Please,” I begged.
Her lips quirked, and she stared up at me, laughter and heat dancing in her gorgeous gray eyes. “Because you asked nicely.”
My heart nearly beat out of my chest, and Remy fell to his knees, his hands already grasping her creamy thighs.
I kissed her again, then whispered, “Turn around, Haven.”
“Say please.” She wasn’t a woman who’d easily submit.
She was killing me. “Please, Haven. Turn around.”
She turned, and I saw her back. Scars marked every inch of her skin. I hesitated, ready to demand answers—ready to kill whoever had hurt her—until I saw the quick shake of Remy’s head. He’d explain later.
Tamping down my fury, I pulled her against my chest as my hands reached forward to play with those perfect nipples. I barely touched them, circling, teasing.
She leaned her head back and groaned, and my dragon purred with satisfaction. We’d eviscerate the ones who’d harmed her, later. Tonight was about her pleasure.
“She likes that, Zane. Don’t stop.” Remy was licking his way up her thigh. Lucky bastard.
I knew the exact second when his tongue touched her clit. Her body stiffened.
My teeth grazed the shell of her ear, and I noted her shivery response. “Let him make you come, sweetness.”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
I plucked her nipples, offering tiny zings of pain before soothing the delicate skin.
She writhed. “Zane.”
My name on her lips was like a shot of lust to my veins, and I ground my cock into her ass.
“That’s it, sweetness. Let us make you feel good. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to taste you, to make you scream my name as you shattered at my touch.”
Her breath came in short, sharp pants.
“Please, Haven, be a good girl and drape your legs over Remy’s shoulders.”
She did as I asked, even as her head lolled against my chest. The tiny mewling sounds escaping her lips were sweet torture.
Remy pulled his head back, blowing on her clit as he fingered her.
“Remy.” Her voice was a plea.
“Whatever you need, Haven.” His mouth closed over her clit.
Her breath caught.
Her back arched.
She screamed.
And the only thing I wanted in the whole world was to make her do it again.