Smexy Saturday Snippet - MMF Pairing
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BOOK 1 IN THE BLOOD BORN SERIES IS AN MMF DRAGON SHIFTER FATED MATES NOVEL
He wrapped his sweaty arms around me and nuzzled my neck as though he was starved for affection. “You wear the rumpled, I’ve-just-been-fucked look so damn well, baby. I want to sink into your sweet pussy again.”
I sagged into his embrace with a sigh as he licked from my collarbone to my ear.
“Pretty sure Elijah was thinking the same damn thing,” Jon whispered. I tensed to pull away, but he tightened his hold on me. “The man has good taste.” He suckled my lobe into his hot mouth, and a shiver of goose bumps rose across my arms.
Rather than question his lack of jealousy over another man wanting me, I breathed a partial sigh of relief. If only I could turn my body off toward Elijah, we might be okay.
“You wear the post-workout body damn well,” I said, my voice still loaded with arousal.
“Mmm.” Jon nuzzled my neck again. “What about Elijah?”
My heart stalled out, and I swallowed hard. “E-Elijah?”
“Mmm,” Jon murmured again, his tongue flicking my ear. “All that hard muscle. Dripping sweat...”
“He’s all right, I suppose,” I managed past the quaking in my stomach.
“Just all right?” Jon chuckled and grasped my chin, turning my head toward him. Rather than anger burning in his crystal blue eyes, a whole lot of lust leaked from his steady gaze and liquified my bones. “Admit it. The man is hot as fuck.”
“The man is hot as fuck,” I echoed on autopilot, my voice a mere whisper.
Jon captured my mouth with a ferocity I hadn’t felt from him since we’d first started fooling around. His tongue swept into my mouth, laying claim to what already belonged to him. I hadn’t admitted jack shit—I’d only echoed his words out of surprise at the factual tone he’d used.
Jon thought Elijah was hot as fuck.
I moaned against my husband’s mouth, lifting my hands up to grasp his unbound hair. Damp strands stuck to my fingers, and I held tighter as he slid one hand over my front to cup me through my leggings.
“You’re soaked,” he said against my mouth.
Murmuring my agreement, I rubbed against his hand, seeking the release I’d wanted upon waking.
The thought Elijah might climb the stairs behind us and catch us in a lust-crazed embrace only made me burn hotter.
“Touch me, Jon,” I whimpered my plea while yanking on his hair.
He worked his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings and groaned. “No panties.”
Freshly shaven, my body didn’t hinder his fingertips as they glided down over my pelvis. My swollen clit throbbed, and I gasped as he grazed over the nub. He thrust two fingers deep inside me, and I pressed against him with a desperate whimper. “More.”
Jon pulled his fingers out and plunged deep, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing.
That doom, that edge of euphoria crashed into me like a tidal wave, and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. A deep moan rose, but Jon captured my mouth again, swallowing what was left of my release.
Feet shuffled up the stairs, and Jon slipped his soaked hand from my leggings. Panting and trembling, I held onto the island and slid onto a stool as Elijah’s large frame filled the doorway. He glanced at my heated face then at Jon, who smiled at me and sucked his fingers clean one by one.
Holy fuck.
I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.