Anchor of Secrets by Tessa Hale

43

“Dash,”Colt growled.

Dash’s mischievous grin only widened. But there was a feral edge to it. One that had heat licking up my thighs.

“Love watching you two,” he said, his voice going husky.

Colt slid a hand up my neck to cup my jaw. He turned my head so that I had to look at him. He searched my eyes. “Do you want him to leave?”

I squirmed on Colt’s lap, and he groaned.

“You’re gonna kill me, LeeLee.”

“But it’ll be a damn good way to go,” Dash said as he crossed the room.

“Is that a yes? You want him to stay?” Colt questioned.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I wasn’t sure what it meant that knowing Dash was watching only turned me on more, but it did.

“Thank fuck,” Dash said as he lowered himself to an overstuffed chair opposite us.

I licked my lips.

“Kiss him, Mon Coeur,” Dash ordered. “Take what you want. What you need.”

My core tightened, searching, aching.

My mouth met Colt’s, losing myself in him. I rocked against his hard length, seeking that friction, that release to the building pressure.

“Don’t come,” Dash ordered, his words cracking out like a whip. “You have to earn that pleasure.”

I moaned into Colt’s mouth, wetness gathering between my thighs.

“Stand,” Dash instructed.

I pulled back, my gaze jerking in his direction.

Dash simply arched an eyebrow as if to ask why I was taking so long.

I glanced at Colt.

His lips twitched. “Better do what he says.”

I stood, my legs shaky.

“Undress her,” Dash told Colt. “Slowly.”

Colt pushed to his feet, circling me like a predator circles prey. His fingers skimmed my waist before getting purchase on my tee. He pulled it up and over my head.

“So beautiful,” Dash murmured. “Love that color on you.”

I glanced down at my blue lace bra. The color was so similar to Dash’s eyes.

Colt stepped behind me, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Dash’s eyes went hooded, and he stroked himself through his sweats. “Perfection.”

Colt reached from behind and palmed my breasts. He worked my nipples until they were tight peaks, and I was struggling for breath.

“Pants,” Dash growled.

Colt dropped to his knees, taking my sweats and panties with him.

“Left leg,” Dash ordered.

I lifted it, and Colt pulled the fabric free.

“Right leg.”

The routine continued.

Colt’s hand glided up my leg to my ass. He palmed one globe, squeezing.

I let out a whimper.

“Such a pretty picture,” Dash cooed. “Tell me what she tastes like.”

Colt’s hand shifted to between my thighs, parting me and dipping inside. He pulled back, sucking his finger clean. “Like heaven and spice.”

Dash groaned, pulling his dick free and stroking in earnest.

My eyes zeroed in on his cock. Long and thick, growing with each pass of his hand.

Dash’s eyes flared. “Hungry for me, Mon Coeur?”

Wetness pooled, and everything ached. “Yes.”

He grinned. “Walk to me.”

I moved as if he had control of my limbs. Each step stirred that heat building inside.

“Kneel on the ottoman,” Dash instructed.

I swallowed hard and climbed onto the furniture piece in front of him.

“On all fours.” Dash’s voice was pure liquid heat. “Have you done this before?”

I shook my head.

Desire lit in Dash’s blue gaze. “Such a good girl, so eager to learn.”

My nipples pebbled.

Colt’s hand ghosted over my ass, stroking between my thighs.

My mouth fell open. I was entirely exposed, and I didn’t give a damn. I just wanted more.

“Take me in your mouth, Mon Coeur. Careful of your teeth,” Dash said as Colt stroked my entrance, fingers tracing and dipping in.

I leaned forward, licking the tip of Dash’s cock, then taking him in.

Dash groaned as I started to move up and down, sucking gently. The taste of him had more wetness pooling.

“Take her pussy while I take her mouth,” Dash growled.

Colt didn’t wait. I heard the rustle of clothes, and then there was pressure at my entrance. He thrust inside on one long glide, and I whimpered around Dash’s dick.

His hand fisted in my hair. “That’s my girl. Love those sounds around my cock.”

I sucked harder, and Dash’s hips bucked. Power surged as I felt how much I affected him. My tongue flicked over the ridge around his head.

Dash cursed. “Not gonna last.”

Colt thrust harder, deeper. My core trembled around him as pleasure sparked.

I lost myself in the two of them. In this feral rhythm that was the three of us. As I took Dash deeper, to the very limits of what I could take, Colt drove into me. His other hand came around to circle my clit.

Dark spots danced in my vision. Dash’s hips lifted on a shout as he emptied himself into me. I swallowed him down, relishing that burst of power. It was almost more than I could take.

Colt pressed down on my clit, and I cried out, Dash slipping from my mouth. I clamped down on Colt as he came. Liquid heat poured into me as I rode every wave.

My legs trembled as the last orgasm coursed through me. Colt caught me around the waist, lifting me up so he could nuzzle my neck, still inside me. “So beautiful.”

A strangled sound came from the shadows of my room.

Trace took one step forward. “Worst torture of my life.” He pulled on his lip ring. “And the best.”