Chapter 8

At her breasts, Alec's hands worked their magic, twisting on her nipples with an entitled hunger that brought a gasp of pleasure-pain to her lips. She loved his bold touch, pushing her limits. She also loved the softness of Tristan's tongue below, flicking gently at her sex and clit. He urged her shaky limbs farther apart, baring her the more to his roving tongue delving deep into her secrets.

Her moans of pleasure rebounded in the room, even as she asked herself if she was equipped for something like this. If she was ready.

But then maybe she'd never let herself feel ready. Hadn't she'd driven Kyle away with her insecurities and inhibitions? She remembered he'd always wanted to try out different things sexually but she'd just never trusted him that much to truly let herself go. Yet here she was, submitting totally to two perfect strangers. What was it about Alec and Tristan that made her forget all her fears and pent-up emotions?