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this man’s erect rod sent a quiver rippling through her. Hands steady on his thighs, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at the glistening crown. His hips lifted a hair’s breadth in an obvious request for more. Lorna closed her eyes against the need to look up into his dark eyes, and sucked his girth throat-deep. There was a strange hunger in his eyes that unsettled her. She drew back, grazing the velvety steel with her teeth. Long fingers tunneled into her hair, then held her steady as she sucked him in and out.
    He tasted musky sweet. When had a man ever tasted like this? Ridiculous . A century was a long time to have not touched a man. She’d simply forgotten the pleasure. Selfish pleasure. What pleasure was there in enslaving a man? Jace’s shaft slid along her tongue as she drew back. She startled at the feel of warm hands on her hips, then realized the other man had knelt behind her.
    He scooted closer, his thighs on each side of her legs, flesh warm against hers. He had taken off his pants—his engorged length bumped into her buttocks. Her rhythm on Jace’s cock faltered. He made a strangled sound. Lorna tensed for the scalding entrance of Ryan’s tool entering her anus. Instead, he slid his hands around her waist and up to her ribs. His fingertips moved in feather-light caresses across the sides and over the swell of her breasts.
    Jace’s fingers tightened in her hair. Desire unfurled in her core. She clamped down on the feeling as she drew back on his thick member, licking the underside from tip to balls. One of the hands on her breasts brushed the edge of a nipple. Her nipples puckered to a delicious hardness she hadn’t recalled ever feeling. One of his hands slid downward until his fingers glided through her curls and one digit dipped into her heat.
    “You’re so wet,” Ryan murmured, then, “Jace.”
    Jace released her hair, grasped her shoulders, and pushed her upright. His cock slipped from her mouth. His eyes met hers, warm, gentle, and filled with raw need. He broke his stare, then sloughed off his shirt as Ryan trailed kisses along her neck.
    Lorna’s heartbeat accelerated. She had never bedded two men at once. Would they take her at the same time? Ryan’s teeth closed around an ear lobe and gently nibbled. A shiver raced down her arms. Could she take them both? Jace pushed his pants down his legs, and kicked them aside. Lorna jumped when one of Ryan’s palms once again flattened on her belly. He gave a low laugh, and Jace paused in shoving his undergarment down his hips, his gaze fixed on the fingers that dipped between her folds and into her channel. She gasped with pleasure.
    Jace’s eyes dilated. He discarded the underwear. Warmth seeped through her. He was magnificent. Broad shoulders, slim waist and—he stepped in front of her—his shaft would make even the gods envious. She reached forward to take him into her mouth again.
    “No, sweetheart. It’s your turn. Stand her up, Ryan.”
    Ryan stood, pulling her up with him. “Jace,” he said, “my jeans pocket.” Jace’s brows furrowed, then he turned and took two steps and picked up Ryan’s pants from off the chair. He fished something from within the back pocket, then crossed to them. He tossed a small square package on the couch then handed a second to Ryan.
    Lorna glanced in question at the package on the couch, then started when Jace knelt in front of her. He placed his palms on each side of her mound and pulled back the slick pussy lips.
    “Hold her steady,” Jace ordered.
    Ryan’s arm slid around her waist and he pulled her snug against his chest. He shifted, nestling his tool in the crevice of her buttocks. Jace leaned toward her.
    “What—” Lorna began, then cried out his mouth covered her sex. Her legs weakened.
    Ryan’s arm tightened around her. He chuckled. “I think she likes that, Jace.”
    Jace flicked his tongue against her sensitive nub. Pleasure unfurled in her stomach and her pussy tightened.