Chapter 40 Mina #2
He drops the towel, not aware we’re in the shadows to the right of the door, and I watch him with rapt attention as every muscle ripples as he moves, like liquid bronze flowing beneath skin.
Besides Balor, his body seems like it was sculpted by the Gods, every inch of muscle defined and in my eyes perfect, each movement a study in controlled power.
Ziggy kisses me again, his lips curving into a smile against mine, and slides down my body with a wicked look in his eyes, his path marked by the faint trail of moisture his lips leave on my heated skin.
He pushes the night shirt up, the fabric bunching around my waist, and slides my underwear to the side, the elastic snapping lightly against my thigh.
His eyes lock on mine as if to dare me to make a sound, the challenge clear in their green depths.
Slowly his tongue slips out and laps up my slick folds, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up my spine that makes me hold my breath, the air catching in my lungs.
My eyes move from watching Ziggy tease my clit with kisses to Leander floating in the hot spring naked, the water lapping at his skin, creating ripples that catch the lamplight.
I don’t know what’s more torturous—being licked slowly like a lollipop.
Each swipe of Ziggy’s tongue sending waves of pleasure through my lower body.
Or watching Leander’s naked perfection floating out of reach, water droplets glistening on his skin like diamonds.
Ziggy sticks two of his fingers in his mouth before slipping them in me.
The intrusion is both welcome and not enough.
I open my mouth, ready to protest as the air is stolen from my lungs, the sensation of being filled making my inner walls clench greedily around his digits.
Every inch of me is tense, coiled so tight from anticipation it’s almost painful, muscles trembling with the effort of remaining silent.
The worst part is having to keep quiet, biting my lip so hard I taste the metallic tang of blood.
Ziggy will vanish if I make a sound before he allows it, his teasing both a blessing and a curse.
The minute he curls his fingers up, finding that little pad of textured flesh within my core, I draw in a sharp breath, the air hissing between my teeth.
The bastard stops moving and stares at me, his expression a mixture of amusement and arousal, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of green remains.
I stick my knuckles in my mouth, trying to silence myself, the taste of my skin mingling with the faint saltiness of sweat.
Ziggy has the audacity to mouth “good girl” at me before crooking his fingers several times, almost sending me rocketing off the lounger, every nerve ending in my body lighting up like a struck match.
Leander is still somehow oblivious to what’s happening, his eyes closed as he floats, peaceful and unaware of the torment happening mere feet away.
I’m so close to climaxing it’s not even funny, the pressure building at the base of my spine, threatening to explode outward.
Ziggy lowers his mouth, sucking my clit into his mouth, and my orgasm crashes over me hard and fast, a tidal wave of sensation that sweeps away all thought.
Stars dance behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut, trying not to make a noise, the effort making spots dance in my vision.
My core milks his fingers, pulsing around their length, chasing the sensations that are washing over me, each contraction sending fresh waves of pleasure through my overstimulated body.
Before I know it, Ziggy pulls his fingers out, the sudden emptiness a disappointment that’s quickly forgotten as they’re replaced with something thicker, hotter, pressing insistently at my entrance.
It’s too thick and long to be Ziggy’s. My eyes fly open to see who’s standing there with a wicked grin on his lips—Leander.
His skin is flushed from the heat of the springs, water still beading on his chest and running in rivulets down his abdomen.
I glance over at Ziggy, who’s sucking on his fingers, the sight sending a fresh jolt of arousal through me despite my recent release.
“What? You can easily tire one of us out. Two? We stand a chance of tapping out about the same time,” Ziggy says as he watches Leander slip all the way in, the stretch and fullness making me gasp, the sound impossibly loud in the steamy air.
“Besides, I love watching you cum.” He winks and sits back on the closest lounger, the cushion compressing beneath his weight as he waves at Leander to proceed, like a king granting permission to a courtier.
I seriously think I’m in deep trouble, caught between these two predatory males, their focus entirely on me—but it’s the trouble I’ve been craving all my life.
As Leander moves, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating outward, and Ziggy watches with hungry eyes, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here in the heart of my nest, surrounded by mates who would go to the ends of the earth for me—and I for them.