Savage Queen (The Dark Elite 3)

Zaid lifts me up a second later, hooking one of my legs around his waist as he moves toward the bed, his lips still devouring mine.

Both of these men are hot as fuck and make no secret of the fact that they love sex. They’re always flirtatious and sensual, but right now, what’s happening between us feels different. There’s an almost brutal desperation in the way they touch me that lets me know I’m not the only one who’s been feeling the strain these past few days. We’ve all been affected by the revelations that’ve blown everything we thought we knew to smithereens.

And I think we all need this.

A moment to reconnect.

To stop thinking and just feel.

To remember that there are good things in the world, and not just a relentless march of lies and secrets and cruelty.

When we reach the bed, Zaid tosses me down on the mattress. I bounce gently as my back hits the soft surface, and before I can press up onto my elbows, the twins are on the bed beside me. Heat spirals between us like wanton licks of flame as they make quick work of my clothes. Zaid unbuttons my pants and yanks them down, and I kick my legs to help him as Lucas peels my shirt off. He palms my breast again, massaging it through the material of my bra, before reaching behind me to unclasp that too.

We both watch as Zaid drags my underwear down my legs, and when I’m completely naked, the two men gaze down at me. They’re both sitting on their heels, Zaid between my legs and Lucas near my head, and the near-matching green of their eyes burns bright with desire as I look up at each of them.

“Your turn,” I murmur, unable to resist running my hands over my own body as I watch them hungrily. “I want to see you.”

Zaid makes a noise in the back of his throat, reaching over his head to fist his shirt and drag it off. They manage to get themselves naked even faster than they stripped me, and my fingers find my aching clit as I gaze at their sculpted bodies.

These men are built as fuck. Not just muscles developed through hours spent in the gym either. They’re in good fucking shape because they have to be.

My fingers make quick circles around my clit as I watch the ridges of Zaid’s six-pack flex, my gaze trailing down a little lower to where his cock juts out from his body. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen either of these men naked, but this is all still so new that I haven’t memorized every detail of them yet.

And Jesus, I want to.

I want to be able to close my eyes and see every line and contour of their muscled bodies, see the way Lucas’s nostrils flare as his jaws clench, see the way Zaid’s eyelids droop with lust.

But I’ll have to do it some other time, because the twins obviously don’t plan on just sitting back and letting me stare at them.

With a low growl, Zaid grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away from my pussy. A second later, he’s got his face buried between my thighs, his tongue taking the place of my fingers as he laps and sucks at my clit.

I arch off the bed, my back bowing as pleasure shoots through me. I know my body well enough that I can get myself off easily with my own touch—but fuck, it could never compare to this.

His tongue is hot and wet, and he swirls and circles my clit like I’m his favorite fucking snack.

It’s almost too much. The spike of sensation is so intense that I writhe beneath him, trying to simultaneously escape and press more of myself against him. He responds by grabbing my thighs in a tight grip and wrenching them apart, baring me more fully to him and keeping me pinned in place.

At the same moment, Lucas grabs my hands, pinning them to the mattress over my head. I’m truly immobilized between the two of them, and even though maybe that realization should scare me a little bit, all it does is make electric arousal surge through me.

They’re doing exactly what I asked.

They’re making me forget everything. Everything except this.

Holding me in place with a firm grip on my wrists, Lucas leans over and kisses me. I lift my head up off the bed a little to deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping out to meet his as we taste each other. When he trails his lips over my jawline and down the column of my neck, I drop my head back, gazing dazedly up at the ceiling.

He continues his slow path downward until his mouth latches around one of my nipples. His teeth bite down on it at the exact same moment Zaid stiffens his tongue and begins to fuck me with it, and a scream tears from my throat, my entire body jerking in their hold.

“I think she likes that,” Zaid mutters, drawing back just enough to speak. He draws his tongue up the inside of my thigh, lapping up the wetness that’s gathered there. Then he nips at the sensitive skin, making me jump again. “You want more, kitten?”

“Yes,” I gasp. My head is nodding, even though I can’t remember giving it the directive to move. “Yes. Fuck yes. More, please.”

He chuckles, a low rumble in his throat, then he drags his tongue through my folds again, licking a line all the way up my slit. When he slides his tongue inside my pussy this time, Lucas teases both of my nipples, one with his mouth and one with his fingers, and another loud cry falls from my lips.

“That’s good, princess. Let ’em hear you in the fucking basement,” Lucas mutters as he and his twin continue to work in tandem, licking and sucking and biting until I’m a panting, writhing mess.

Heat and arousal are spiking inside me, driving higher and higher with each new wave of pleasure and pain. Zaid finally releases his hard grip on my thighs, leaving what I’m sure are marks I’ll be able to see later. He brings both hands to my pussy, using his fingers to spread me wide open as his tongue moves faster and faster.

“Fuck,” I pant. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh—”