The sooner that fucker was gone, the better. He didn’t want to see Kaine hurt, but if she needed to see just how badly he wanted to be rid of his memories of the lucani, well, then that’s what needed to happen.
He was still eating when Kaine finally took her plate to the dishwasher. When she turned for the door, Tira walked with her, speaking softly, calmly, then gave Kaine a hug before she walked out the door.
Tira moved to the front window to watch Kaine walk away and Nic joined her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“She’s a big girl, Ti. She can take care of herself.”
“I know. I just…” Tira sighed.
“Just what?”
“Just wish there was something I could do for her. I know what it’s like to love someone you think you can’t have.”
“Well, I’m right here, sweetheart. Duke and I aren’t going anywhere. And neither are you.”
She turned with raised eyebrows and a slightly haughty look on her face. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really,” Duke said.
Tira turned to see Duke standing in the doorway to their bedroom, gloriously naked and erect.
Her mouth dried as she stared at him, letting her gaze travel from his broad shoulders to his wide chest, down his ridged abdomen to his thick cock and strong thighs.
The man was a work of art, so ruggedly masculine he made her want to worship him with her hands and her mouth.
Behind her, she felt Nic press more closely against her, his body leaner but no less masculine. And just as aroused. With his arms around her waist, he nestled his hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, making her blood simmer and her sex contract almost painfully.
She wanted them. Right now. But… “Are you sure you should be out of bed?”
The corner of Duke’s mouth twitched up and the heat in his dark eyes burned a little brighter. “Not really. Maybe you should help me back to it.”
Blessed Goddess, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. It felt like it’d been forever since she’d been held between them and she felt like she was starving for their touch, for the heat of their bodies against hers.
She bit her lip and watched Duke’s gaze drop to her mouth as Nic lifted one hand to cup her breast. His fingers tweaked the already tight nipple, sending shock waves of pleasure rippling through her body to her sex.
The air in the room evaporated as Duke watched Nic arouse her to panting ecstasy with nothing more than his hands on her breasts. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to move except to get closer to Duke.
He was too far away.
As if Nic had read her mind, he nudged her forward until her feet began to move of her own volition. What had seemed a vast divide took only seconds to close and soon she was staring up into Duke’s eyes, barely able to breathe. Her hands rose to rest on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Both increased when she kneaded his muscles with the tips of her fingers.
Warm and solid, Duke watched her hands pet along his skin.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
She had to ask again. He’d been so close to death and she didn’t think she or Nic would have survived his loss at this point.
Duke nodded, his expression solemn as he reached for the hem of her t-shirt. “The only thing that’s going to kill me right now is the fact that you’re dressed.”
As Duke’s hands lifted her shirt over her head, Nic’s reached for the waistband of her yoga pants, stripping them down her legs along with her panties.
“You’re so damn pretty, Ti.” Duke raised a finger to stroke along her cheekbone then down to her chin. “Pretty pink,” he brushed the finger down the slope of her breast, “pretty red,” to the aching nipple begging to be sucked.
Nic flattened his palms on the outside of her thighs then dragged them up to her hips in a rougher caress. “Soft skin.” And around her front until one covered her mound with heavy heat. “Wet. Spread your legs, baby. That’s it. Ah, gods damn.”
Tira cried out as Duke bent to suck one of her nipples into his mouth as Nic’s fingers pressed between her legs, teasing her clit and sliding through her moisture-laden lower lips.
Pleasure, sharp and sweet, swept through her body like a narcotic. Wriggling her ass against Nic’s erection, she arched her back, thrusting her breast harder against Duke’s mouth.
Her knees went weak but she knew her men would catch her if they buckled.
Hell, they never gave her time to buckle.
With a groan, Duke pulled away from her, giving her nipple one sharp, blindingly erotic nip, then picked her up to carry her the five remaining feet to the bed.
By the time Nic closed the door behind them, Duke had laid her out on the huge bed.
She knew what he wanted, what he expected to happen. For her to lie back and let them devour her.
And maybe another time she would. But she wasn’t the same woman who’d been afraid to live her life before.
She was going to take what she wanted.
Waiting until Duke crawled on the bed beside her, she took him by surprise when she sat up and pushed him onto his back instead.
“Since you’re the one who almost died, I think you need to take it easy. Don’t you think so, Nic?”
She threw a glance over her shoulder at Nic, who stood smiling at her at the edge of the bed. “You know whatever you want is fine with me, babe.”
That smile of his made her insides clench with lust and love and she grinned back at him just before she lowered her head to take Duke in her mouth.
With a groan, his hands sank into her hair to hold her to him as she took him deep, the tip nudging at the back of her throat before she pulled back to suck on just the tip.
She loved the taste of him, hot and salty and all male, lost herself in the silky texture and the sounds he made as she worked him.
With his fingers woven through her hair, she felt how much he wanted to control her movements. Instead, he let her torment him. Deep pulls with his entire length in her mouth, slow retreats up the shaft, dragging her teeth lightly along the skin before sucking hard on the tip.
She was so lost in the sensuality of the act that she barely registered the mattress dipping behind her.
When Nic grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep into her, she gasped at the erotic friction that made her pussy clench tight around him.
“Come on, baby,” Nic’s voice rasped against her senses, “get him off while I get you off.”
His words made her moan, the vibration on Duke’s cock making him thrust into her mouth as he groaned.
Rational thought fled as pleasure racked her body. She became a creature only of sensation, filled with sexual energy and excitement and a love so rich, it needed two men to fulfill.
Her men.
She wanted Duke to come, to fill her mouth with his essence. She wanted Nic to fill her pussy with his as she came too.
Beneath her, she felt Duke’s big body straining, trembling, holding back. Behind her, Nic thrust heavily, to his own rhythm.
Her sex clenched around his, making Nic swear, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her with bruising power. She sucked Duke harder, one hand dipping between his legs to scratch her nails over his balls.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.” Duke’s strangled voice made her pussy throb, which made Nic swear as well.
“Fucking hell, Ti, I’m gonna come. Come with us, baby. Come on.”
That was all it took for her body to break, for her orgasm to explode through her body.
She cried out around Duke’s cock, sucked him deeper as the ecstasy poured through her.