Davies, Corinne - Claiming Destiny [Midnighter Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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would appreciate a bit of respect for the short time I’m here.”
    Rock narrowed his eyes and Jag watched the muscle in his jaw flex. Before Rock could say something and make the situation worse, he wrapped his arms around the woman in his lap and dipped her back, forcing her to look up at him. “You’re more important to me than the unwanted advances of a Raxka. I apologize for any hurt I caused you. It was completely unintentional.”
    He felt her resistance and then gentle acceptance. “It’s no big deal. It’s not like I’ve any claim—” Jag covered her lips with his own, cutting off whatever she might’ve been about to say. No doubt it was another denial about her place with them.
    His heart thudded heavily in his chest as her body curled against his and her hand gripped the back of his neck. Her tongue slid tentatively against his, a sweet exploration that made his cock throb with heat. He slid his hand up the outside of her silky leg, flicking the fabric away with his fingers as he explored. He knew that they had to confess the truth to her and he hoped to make certain she was as pliant and calm as possible.
    He glanced up at Rock, who nodded and headed into the other room to get dressed. Jag was thankful for this bit of time alone with her. There was no jealously between him and Rock. They’d spent their entire lives knowing they would share one special woman for the rest of their lives. It was up to them to make certain she remained happy, healthy, and waiting for them to come home after any battles they might be forced to fight.
    Destiny mewed against his lips and shifted her hips in his lap, rubbing her hip against his erection as her free hand stroked his lower back. Jag traced a path up to her hip and then followed the delicate skin around to the inside of her leg. His fingers brushed against the damp curls that protected her ts’iis. Although, he preferred the human term, pussy . She felt like a purring cat in his lap, restless and begging for attention and petting.
    He lightly brushed the backs of his fingers against the wet, swollen lips and her legs parted slightly in an invitation he couldn’t refuse. She nipped at his lower lip and curled her fingers so her small nails pressed against his skin when he continued to tease her. He felt the fine tremors that danced along her skin and the responding echo in his cock. He wanted nothing more than to toss her over the back of the lounger and drive his cock deep into her. But, he knew if he started that and Rock joined them it might be days before they left their room. They needed to give Destiny a tour and make her understand the situation they were in.
    “Jag, fuck me, please.” Her soft plea in his ear, followed by the sharp nip she gave him with her teeth, was almost his undoing. Instead he pushed two fingers deep into her wet pussy. The walls clenched around his fingers immediately and she cried out at the sudden intrusion.
    “Like this, Atan ?” He curled his fingers and stroked her ts’iis from the inside. Her stomach muscles tightened and she curled up, burying her face in his neck. Her warm breath panted against his neck and he watched a deep flush stain the skin above her breasts.
    “Oh, god.”
    Jag pumped his fingers in and out of her wet heat, feeling the muscles contract and flutter. “You’re ours, Destiny.”
    “For today,” she gasped, pricking his temper. He had half a mind to stop now and leave her in a desperate state of arousal for that comment, but it would be counterproductive to their plans.
    He pressed his thumb between the slit of her pussy and circled around the sensitive bundle protected there. “For now and ever.” He dropped her back against a pillow and scooped her breast out of her dress, rolling his tongue over the tight nub as he pumped and circled her pussy. She grasped his wrist as if she could make him stop. He tightened his teeth around her nipple and she arched her back as she screamed out his name.

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