Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My stupid cock started getting hard as I pictured her full tits swaying and remembered how she’d moaned when Finn touched her. God fucking damn it—I didn’t need to be thinking this way! But she smelled so good—like cinnamon and spice and some kind of feminine scent that went straight to my shaft. And she felt so soft and tempting pressed against me.
I fucking wanted her.
You can’t have her, though, I reminded myself. She’s a Succubus. She wants you to want her—that’s what she’s doing, pressed up against you.
But I couldn’t help wondering…would it be so bad if I were to touch her…just a little? Or maybe watch Finn touch her again.
Fuck…I didn’t know why that idea turned me on. I’ve never been a voyeur or anything like that. But I kept remembering the way he had cupped her breasts and stroked her hot little pussy—I couldn’t get the memory out of my head.
I clenched my jaw in frustration—how was I supposed to get any sleep with these kinds of images in my head? My cock was aching in my jeans and despite the soft palate I was lying on and the warm blanket covering me, I had never felt less relaxed in my life.
It was going to be a long fucking night.
11
GOLDIE
Icould feel their lust—it swirled in the air around us like red smoke that only I could see. Being half-Succubus, I’m extremely attuned to the arousal of those around me. Especially available males who might help satiate my appetite.
I was lying there, feeling like I was starving to death. I’d been hungry hours ago when I’d first brewed the Lust Tea Willow made for me and now I was famished. But I sensed that Ronan still wasn’t willing to do anything, even though I could feel him lusting for me.
Finn, on the other hand…well, let’s just say that the hard-on he had pressed against my ass spoke for itself. I shifted against him, pressing back against his hardness and heard a faint groan from his direction. Mmm, that was nice. But it could be so much nicer if only the two of them weren’t scared of me draining them.
I shifted again and Finn gave a muffled curse.
“Sorry.” I made my voice soft and low. “Are you okay back there?”
“Fine, just…” He gave a frustrated growl and rubbed against me.
I rubbed right back and then Ronan made a growling sound as well.
“What the fuck are the two of you doing?” he demanded.
“Nothing really—we still have all our clothes on,” I pointed out. “Although honestly, I’m feeling warm enough now. Do you mind if I take this off?”
Without waiting for an answer, I sat up for a moment and pulled the furry black sweater I was wearing over my head. My bra followed. Then I snuggled down between the two of them again. Only this time I had my back to Ronan and my front to Finn.
He gave a startled grunt when I pressed against him, my breasts to his chest. He was still wearing his shirt but I wanted it off.
“You know, Finn, I appreciate you two warming me up,” I remarked, looking up at him. “But did you know the best way to share body heat is skin-to-skin?”
His breath caught. I could feel the tension roll through his big, beautiful body. He was trying so hard to be good—sweet and respectful.
But I didn’t want good. I wanted him.
“Goldie…” His voice was low, hoarse.
“Come on,” I coaxed, reaching up to slide my hands beneath his shirt. “Don’t you want to be warm too?”
He hesitated for half a heartbeat—then sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. Gods. I sucked in a breath as I took in the full expanse of his chest—broad and strong. No chest hair but he had a “happy trail” that extended from his belly button down into the waistband of his jeans in a perfect line. I pressed my hands to his bare skin and let the heat build between us.
Finn lay down again, and I rolled so I was half on top of him, breasts pressed to his chest. His hands slid to my hips instinctively, gripping me tight.
I rocked against him, just a little—just enough. I let him feel how much I wanted him.
“Goldie…” he groaned again.
I leaned up and kissed him…slowly…deeply. His mouth was warm and open and eager, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my thighs clench. My whole body was humming, my hunger sharpening by the second. God, I was starving!
Behind me, I felt Ronan stir.
I didn’t look at him—not yet—but I could feel the heat rising from his side of the bedroll. He was hard too—and aroused. And still so damned stubborn. He didn’t trust me, but he wanted me.
That could be useful because I wanted him too. I wanted both of them.