Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

Laughing, her face hot from the race up the stairs and the thrill of the chase, Destiny flew through the bedroom door and stumbled to an open-mouthed stop.

Patrick stood before her, gloriously naked, holding a black butt plug in one hand and the bottle of lubricant in the other. Damn.

She wouldn"t have thought admitting she"d been in love with him for most of her life would make such a difference, but it did. It all felt different. Better.

More real.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, his look sending a shiver down her back. She"d purchased that plug on the way back from the office and had hidden it well with the full intention of using it with him that very night.

Stammering for an excuse for her purchase, she took a step back and came up against Brandon. When had he taken all his clothes off? And why wasn"t she naked too, damn it?

Patrick looked at the plug and then back at her, his lips pursed. She was so busted.

He knew exactly what she"d had in mind. His smoldering look told her she was going to love her punishment. When his eyes flickered to Brandon and back, she also knew she needn"t have bothered with her shopping spree in any case. He was ready.

Not that I regret buying the damn thing, she thought as the fire of arousal blazed through her body, her labia swelling, her thighs damp.

She was desperate for their touch. Desperate to feel their skin sliding along hers, to hear their hearts beating and taste the salt of their skin. She wanted to experience everything they"d ever done all over again, as if for the first time. Because now they belonged to her. Forever.

Brandon began unbuttoning her blouse, his long fingers skimmed over her skin, sending little electric charges over every inch of her. His lips nuzzled behind her ears and her toes curled into the floor. Already he could read her responses like a book, each caress designed to make her breathless with need. Nothing, though, compared to the heady rush that came with his quietly murmured “I love you” in her ear.

She looked at Patrick and his slow smile made her knees wobble. They almost gave out when his low voice called to her. “Come here, Kitten.” More like come now, she thought as her body clenched. One flick of her clit and she might shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.

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She wanted that. And she wanted her men going over the edge with her when it happened.

Pretending an ease she didn"t feel, she sauntered closer to Patrick, biting her lower lip and drawing his eyes to her mouth. She"d almost reached him when she turned abruptly and climbed onto the bed. She was trying to buy some time to collect herself, but Patrick wasn"t having it.

With a hand on each ankle, he flipped her over onto her back, her body stretched across the wide bed. Propped up on her elbows, she watched Patrick throw his goodies on the mattress and crawl toward her, all sleek muscle and brawn. He might call her Kitten, but right now he was the one that looked like a great big cat.

Smiling at her imagination, she was caught off guard when he thrust his hands under her butt cheeks, lifted her and proceeded to make good on his promise to give her the best head of her life. With a nibble and growl, he licked every inch of her labia, every tingling fold and crease, before settling down on her clit.

Christ. What was he doing? The hard edge of his teeth traveled, time and again, along both sides of the hood protecting her clit. He wasn"t quite biting down, but he wasn"t being entirely gentle either. When she was sure she couldn"t take it any longer, he switched to nipping down one side of her swollen folds and up the other. The points of his eye teeth made her squirm. Moan.

Certain the top of her head would soon blow off, she fought to keep her eyes open, watching Patrick, watching Brandon stroke himself while he stood to one side and took it all in. The light in his eyes as they traced over her body, heating further as they skimmed over Patrick"s upturned ass, was mesmerizing.

She whimpered when Patrick yanked his hands from beneath her bottom and pushed her legs higher to make sure he had all the access he needed. All the access she wanted. She floated on a wave of sexual ecstasy, happy to ride along wherever Patrick took her. He continued his assault of tongue and teeth, pausing now and then to suck on various sensitive spots until she was sure she was going to have the weirdest hickies ever.

She tried not to be distracted by his hand wrapping around the black plug or the snap of the lubricant cap opening, but her legs trembled. The wave crested higher.

Reaching frantically, she grabbed as many pillows as she could and shoved them behind her head, falling back on them so that her arms were free to grab at Patrick, her fingers fisting in his hair as he continued to torment her with his mouth.

The cold press of his fingertips was the only warning before he slid two fingers into her ass and started working her muscles, easing them quickly. Relief coursed through her. She welcomed the invasion and opened to him. Ready. Needy. The additional sensations lifting her higher. She turned her head, groaning when she saw how Brandon stared at her ass, transfixed by what Patrick was doing to her.

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Patrick wasted no time, withdrawing his fingers, coating and filling her with more lube. She missed the stretch, the fullness of his fingers in her ass, even as her body hummed in anticipation of more.

She didn"t protest his fingers" departure until he lifted his mouth away from her.

“No!” she cried, her fingers holding tighter to his hair, desperate for him not to