Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Read Free Book Online Page A

dewy with sweat, Kane’s balls pulled tighter as they crashed against Tyrone’s buttocks, and they were both panting with suppressed need.
    Kane leaned forward, bit Tyrone’s shoulder hard, and they exploded together.
    “Shit, that’s good!” Tyrone moaned. “Keep fucking me, lover. I ain’t done yet.”
    “Oh hell!”
    Disturbed by a feminine voice, they both jerked upright and stared toward the open doorway. Aisha, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt, stood there with a hand clasped over her mouth, a horrified expression clouding her eyes.
     
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    “Sorry.” She turned away. “I couldn’t sleep, heard noises, and thought something was wrong.”
    “Nothing’s wrong, babe.”
    Kane’s sexy smile added to Aisha’s confusion. She hadn’t pegged them as being gay, but the evidence was right before her eyes. So how come their smiles were able to light her fire?
    “Come and join the fun.”
    She gaped at Kane. “Did I just hear you right?”
    Kane laughed as he released Tyrone from…well, from whatever it was he was trussed up in. “You obviously can’t sleep, so perhaps you need some company.”
    “I told you, I heard noises.”
    “That would have been Kane when he came,” Tyrone said, smiling what was presumably meant to be an apology. “He never did learn to do anything quietly.”
    “Listen who’s talking.”
    Aisha barely heard their banter. Instead her eyes were drawn to the men themselves. Apparently perfectly comfortable in their nakedness, they wandered about the room cleaning up the things they’d just used. Tyrone disappeared into the bathroom.
    “Don’t go anywhere.” Kane winked at her when Tyrone returned and headed for the bathroom himself. “Just need to clean up.”
    Aisha nodded weakly, moistening her lips because they felt bone dry. Because she had to do something to hide her reaction to these men. No, not men but decadent gods. She’d never seen even one man half so well built, much less two. All those taut muscles, ripped abs, and…oh goodness, the size of their cocks was eye watering. Tyrone’s skin tone was bronze. Sheened with perspiration, he looked as though he’d just emerged from the sea, and she felt compelled to wrap him in a towel and dry every square inch of him.
    Kane returned and beckoned to her.
    “I expect you have questions,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed and patting the space next to him. She sat because she wasn’t sure what else to do.
    “Er, no. I think the situation rather spoke for itself.”
    When Tyrone sat on her other side she felt as though she’d been swallowed up by these two gorgeous naked men. Well, if this was dying she could think of worse ways to go. Kane slipped one hand beneath her hair. His fingers closed on the back of her neck and he pulled her head toward him. Surely he wasn’t going to kiss her—not after what she just saw him do with Tyrone? That couldn’t possibly be what he had in mind.
    But it appeared that it was, because he did. Kiss her, that is. He lowered his head, his opaque eyes alight with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify as he closed the distance that separated them and his lips covered hers, not experimentally but with firm determination to take what he wanted. Somehow that didn’t surprise Aisha. Nor did it surprise her that his kiss lived up to its initial promise and delivered the goods. She responded to it instinctively, parting her lips and allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue—exceptionally long and mobile—explored with lazy expertise. Aisha followed wherever it led, powerless to resist his allure, tangling her own tongue with his in an erotic dance that required no music.
    Kane’s other hand supported her back as he deepened the kiss. Desire fizzed through her when she felt another hand on her thigh. It had to be Tyrone’s, and his touch sent her reactions off the scale. Smooth fingers traced a line along the inside of one thigh, perilously close to her leaking