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murmured. “You will be the last to benefit. Our energy will reconstruct his broken voice.” Nevin unlaced his hand from Swain’s and brushed against her ass. No. He was working his fly. And she sucked in a breath as the heat of his hard dick pressed against her backside. How was this happening to her? It was insanity. His mouth moved to her ear, his lips burning. “As he chose Swain, he also chose Nevin.”
    “Suck his fingers, Adela.” Marcus’ hard command jolted her attention to him. Nevin’s voice, even with the power of Idaeus threading through it, was nothing compared to his. Red touched Marcus’ cheeks and his shoulders had tensed. “Now.”
    She opened her mouth and curled her tongue around the two fingers Nevin pushed past her lips. Her heart drummed. The thought of his taking her ass twisted hot through her flesh and a sharp smile touched Marcus’ lips.
    “Get them wet.” His voice was dark sin and mixed with the continuing hum of Swain against her mons. “Nevin has need of them.”
    Adela trembled, only the officers’ biting fingers denying her the relief of pushing her sex—hard—against Swain’s skilled mouth. Instead, she sucked on Nevin’s thrusting fingers, wanting more. Needing them. Needing Marcus .
    Nevin pulled his fingers from her mouth with an unexpected pop and his soft laughter stirred her skin. “Eager, Adela?”
    “Yes.” She didn’t want to deny it, not with Marcus watching her with his quickened breath and desire dilating his eyes. He wanted her like this. “Fuck me.”
    Nevin teased his wet fingers down the cleft of her ass and Adela sucked in a quick breath. His teeth teased her earlobe, the flash of pain as he bit her deflecting the first push of his fingers into her tight hole.
    “We’ve corrupted you, Adela.”
    Nevin’s words burned and a cry broke from her as Swain finally, finally pressed the hot tip of his tongue to her clit. Heat spiraled and the sweet wave of bliss shocked her flesh. But her eyes never left Marcus.
    He stood, tensed, hands clenched and flexing at his sides. His mouth had parted and a red flush stained his cheeks. He made no move toward her. None. Yet, his body almost swayed. The ache to touch him, to yank him free of his immaculate suit and make him as wild, as corrupted as she, dried her mouth.
    “She wants you, Marcus.”
    Nevin eased his fingers deeper, pushing, curling, twisting and chasing fire along her spine. She arched against his touch, driving her pussy against Swain’s talented tongue. Fire rioted along her straining nerves. Marcus’ fierce eyes held her, his need, his want twisting with her own. She had to have his hands on her. Her dried mouth parted. Fuck. She was ready to beg.
    Nevin’s laughter was soft and smug. “But you can’t have her yet. For now, she’s ours.”
    “I know.” Marcus bit out the words.
    Fuck. Denying him tore at her soul, the pleasure-pain stark and hot. “I am not—” Swain did something spectacular with his tongue as Nevin scissored his fingers and she gasped at the sudden bolt of raw joy rocketing her flesh. She fought to mutter the last word. “ Chattel. ”
    Marcus moved to stand behind Swain, close, but still beyond the reach of her white-knuckled hands. “Idaeus must have you like this.” His gaze slid over her skin and it pricked at the path he took, as he focused on Swain who licked and sucked, his hands now tight on her open thighs. Marcus looked up and lifted an eyebrow. He wet his lips and her pulse ramped. Even his smallest reactions speared her. “And truly, can you deny you want to be fucked like this? And for me to see you taken?”
    “I’m greedy.” She bit her lip—hard—to stop her half-cry as Nevin stretched her hole. And fuck, she ached for more. “I want all of you.”
    Marcus’ eyelids flickered. “Do you?”
    “Later.” And in a heartbeat, Nevin pulled his stretching fingers free of her flesh and with a growl, pushed the head of his dick into her