Sex Me Down (26 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

panties. Her stomach tightened. Fane must have realized her nervousness had grown because he stopped his downward movements, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, her neck. Slowly, as though he were afraid she might protest, his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric, through netherlips bathed with her woman’s cream, and found her clit. He pressed against it once, twice, then flicked it with his fingernail. She cried out, bucking into his hand as pleasure speared through her, sending shards of intense sensation through her entire body. By the Lady Goddess, never had she felt such sensations.

Her thighs quivered, and even though the pleasure was intense, she knew something was missing. “You like that, don’t you,
la nisa
?” he whispered. She could feel his warm breath brush against her ear and another wave of heat rippled through her body. “You’re so wet, Laynee. So hot. Are you ready for Sayre to see you, mate? Are you ready for us to pleasure you, to claim you as our triad mate?” Fane’s mouth settled at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. The gentle rasp of his tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth had yet more cream running down her inner thighs. His kisses changed from gentle exploration to sucking bites and all she could do was let herself feel. Sayre’s gaze dropped to her waistband. She watched his eyes glaze in passion. She couldn’t 48

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help but drop her own gaze, watch Fane’s fingers beneath her panties working her clit harder, pressing against her in ever increasing movements.

Laynee couldn’t look away. His touches grew unrelenting, making her whimper. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest. Her hands dropped to her panties, clutching at his. She didn’t know whether to ask him to stop or beg him for more. She hovered on the edge of a desperate need she didn’t understand, didn’t know what to do about.”Are you ready to take these off?” Fane whispered. Once again the smoky edge to his voice made her quiver beneath his touch. Her voice shook as she answered, “Yes.”

“That’s our girl,” Fane said. He pressed two fingers into her empty channel, stroked her once, twice, then withdrew. She couldn’t help but feel the loss of his touch. What was wrong with her?

Why was she acting this way with them? Had her hormones finally caught up with her age, or was it these two men, her mates, that made her feel so wanton?