For the Bond (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #3) by Nora Flite Page B

satin. Springs squeaked, everything that I touched was luxurious. This was Jacob's bedroom. It had to be.
    Unidentified fingers slid my jeans down my legs. I could feel every thread of the expensive blanket that was under me. The mattress shifted from the weight of someone kneeling. With my hands knotted uselessly beneath me, I leaned towards where I thought the person was.
    My hair was bundled up, guiding me until my cheek bumped the firm, warm flesh of what was obviously a thick cock. But whose? The owner was insistent, nudging the plump tip against my lips. The scent, the texture, it all went to my head and made me foggy.
    Wetting my mouth, I nuzzled the length and felt it get firmer . My tongue ran in circles, gliding over every vein. Dipping my head, I let the shaft fill my mouth until I worried I couldn't handle it. No hands made this rough, it put me at the mercy at whoever held my hair. They had all the power.
    New hands grabbed my thighs, spreading me open. Sparks set on fire in my head as a damp tongue flattened over my panties, right over my clit. Through the material, either Kite or Jacob lapped at my pussy in eager strokes.
    The tension went through my belly, up to my chest. In my bra, my nipples were aching to be touched. Whoever was fucking my mouth was happy to oblige. Fingertips tweaked gently, tugging at my breasts in light motions.
    Thrilling with pleasure, I lost control and coughed on the shaft as it slid over my tongue. The gritty rumble above me gave up the game. This was Jacob I was tasting, his palms massaging my chest as I worshiped his cock.
    He knew he'd revealed himself, his laugh a puff of hot smoke. “You're too good, Marina. Always too good.” He scratched my scalp, then let me go. The wet sound of him leaving my mouth echoed.
    I was suddenly abandoned. Baffled, I tried to sit up as the hands vanished. “Come on,” I said uneasily. My voice was extremely loud to me. I licked my lips once, twice. “Don't play around.”
    “Maybe we like playing.” Kite spoke right into my ear; I jumped. His palm went to my throat, just like the time we'd fucked in my kitchen. Pressing enough to demand I not move, he kissed me as if it was the last time he ever would.
    Normal people need to breathe. I didn't care if my lungs exploded. Lying there, Kite's tongue thrashing mine and my eyes rolling back, I let the darkness wash over. I came close to passing out, the thumping in my skull my own personal concert. Everything pales when compared to this man.
    Inhaling severely, my chest shook and I came back down to Earth. I wanted more than anything to see Kite's face. I needed to know why he was behaving like everything was fucking tragic. He licked my jaw, my cheek, the shell of my ear. Kite created a blueprint of me with his tongue.
    My panties were wrenched down. Two fingers slid over my soaked pussy, spreading me. Kite could have had four arms for all I knew. I was disoriented, losing my place in the world with him stealing my thoughts.
    All of my skin ached for him, from the backs of my knees to the curve of my jaw. I wanted Kite—I wanted both of them. Blind as I was, what they did made them into one person. A person who could kiss me and eat me out simultaneously. Me, a lucky girl?
    You're damn right.
    The person at my feet—Jacob—rolled me onto my side, towards Kite. Holding my thighs open, the blue-eyed man licked me from cunt to anus, shivers jolting through my body. It was ridiculous how amazing that felt.
    He was too good, too expert. Thumbing my clit with one hand, Jacob spread my cheeks, tasting me like he was starving. Jerking, trying to get away from the far too intimate tongue, he held me by my hips and demanded I endure him.
    Juice dripped down my legs, stained his expensive comforter. Not once did he say a word or act like he cared.
    My bra came away in Kite's hands. Flicking fingers over my firm nubs, he kissed me one more time. I felt his lips hovering, humid air between us. The silence