Mists of Velvet

withdrew, Keir’s tongue swiped hot and wet—in, then out again, only to have Keir’s tongue wrap around him.
    Biting his lip, he fought for control. His emotions were unraveling, and Keir was taking them deep, feeding off his lust.
    He was lost now, no longer thinking about anything, just the mindless need to come. How good it felt to be inside someone; to have Keir here, a presence in his mind, and his body. He was connected now with Keir, so Rhys could hear the woman’s thoughts drumming through his mind.
    “Oh my God, he’s licking his cock!”
    Even though Keir was licking her cunt and playing with her nipples, she wanted to see Rhys’ dick in Keir’s mouth.
    Keir decided to give her what she wanted.
    Lifting her away from Rhys, he left the woman on her knees, his hand buried in her pussy as he bent over and took Rhys’ cock deeply in his mouth.
    Both he and the woman moaned at the same time, and Keir’s body tensed, infused with power.
    “ Finish me ,” Rhys commanded the wraith as he sucked deep, pulling him. The wraith laughed, his voice ringing in his mind. “Not yet, mortal.”
    Keir was having way too much fun.
    Pulling away, Keir bent to the woman and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers. “I like the way you taste on him.”
    She moaned, pulled Keir down on her, and spread her legs. “He tastes good on you, too.”
    Keir gripped her hair and licked her neck. “Did you like it, watching me suck his cock?”
    She moaned, liking the conversation. Keir used his thigh and brushed the contoured edge between her sex. She came down on him, rubbing him hard. Keir’s thigh was glistening wet.
    “Take me,” she begged, arching her hips.
    Rhys watched as Keir slammed into her. He was rougher, more aggressive, but the woman liked it—took it. It was always this way. Rhys was the seducer; Keir the dominant. Once Keir was fed, he was strong, his natural dominance coming to the forefront.
    Rhys tore his gaze from the two bodies as the woman slid her hand along the bed, reaching for him. He moved closer, watching the way Keir worked her. His cock was thick, pounding in and out of her, and Rhys watched, mentally commanding the wraith to go harder, faster.
    He obeyed and lifted the woman’s legs over his shoulders, exposing her, deepening the angle for his penetration. The side view turned Rhys on. He saw Keir’s cock filling her, thrusting deep, and saw her cunt open to him. The woman moaned, and Rhys glanced down. She was sliding her fingers around his cock, pulling him closer, to her mouth. She liked what was happening between the three of them, and she was hungering for more than one of them.
    As she sucked him, Rhys allowed himself to touch Keir. There was a jolt between them, which Rhys felt infuse his body. The woman was working him faster and harder as her climax came upon her. He was close to coming, and so was the wraith. The woman’s mouth worked his cock, as her pussy worked Keir’s. Rhys and Keir had a rule—the woman’s pleasure before theirs. So Rhys leaned forward and flicked her clit, and he felt her explode, the cry wrapping his cock.
    Then the wraith stiffened, and Rhys felt his orgasm, along with his own, rear up.
    Keir held his gaze as he pulled out of the woman, emptying on her belly. She held Rhys close, inviting him to come in her mouth, but he pulled out and instead pressed the head of his cock against Keir’s, coming in pulsing white streams that coated the head of Keir’s cock.
    The three of them were panting, and Rhys was left with the sensation that both he and Keir had needed something different tonight. It was more than their bond. They had needed to fill that empty space inside them that neither of them understood.
    “Holy shit,” the woman breathed. “That was fucking hot.”
    Keir pushed away and reached for his shirt. He wiped the woman’s belly clean and tossed the shirt onto the floor.
    Then he leaned over and caged the woman with his arms. “Look into my eyes.”
    She did, and Rhys knew the drill. Keir was going to wipe her memories clean. She wouldn’t remember much more than taking Rhys upstairs. Neither of them wanted the women to remember what they did to each other. It was personal; a private expression of their bond.
    “You will remember one of us. Not both. And not us together.”
    She nodded, her eyes glazed. “Yes.”
    Keir’s silver eyes flashed, and he moved away. “Thank you,” he said to her, helping her sit up. “You were