Bethiah – Corsair Brothers Read Online Ruby Dixon

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Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
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I do.

I part my lips, stroking a hand over the back of the pretty human perched on my thigh. The moment I do, her tongue dips into my mouth and a ripple of heated pleasure moves through me.

Take what she wants? Dora can take absolutely everything. In this moment, I’m hers.

Thirty-Two

BETHIAH

A triad.

They don’t work. Haven’t I been told by others who have toyed with that sort of unorthodox mating that it never works out? That someone gets jealous and ruins it? Maybe I should be the one that’s jealous right now, watching Dora kiss Jamef so tenderly. Maybe I should be worried that I’m going to be the one pushed out, that I’ll be abandoned all over again, rejected for not being enough.

But…I like watching their kissing. I like watching Dora’s mouth gently coax his open. I love watching the way Jamef’s hardness eases away just a bit as the fluffit tongues him with increasing confidence. I love the sight of his big hand, protective on her small back. I love that she’s growing in her assertion with the kiss and he’s content to let her explore. They’re such a good pairing. He’d be so keffing gentle with her, I know.

And I’m still not jealous. Because Dora gives his mouth one last taste and then immediately turns to me, her cheeks flushed and her lips pink. It’s like she’s looking to me for approval. Like she trusts me and wants me in on this, too.

So I pat my thigh, just like Jamef did, and wait for her to come over to me. With a hint of a flush, she does, pulling away from his embrace and moving toward me. I sit down in my chair again and cast a look over at Jamef, to see his reaction. His thumb skates over his lower lip, as if he’s wanting to taste her again. Yeah, I think he likes kissing.

Dora sits on my knee and slides her hands into my hair. She’s bolder now, leaning in to kiss me before I have to encourage her. Her tongue brushes against mine and it feels so keffing good. She tastes like Dora…and a hint of something else. Is that Jamef? It makes me want to kiss him myself and see.

Our kiss is brief, as it’s not our first one, and when she lifts her mouth, Dora smiles at me. “Now you two kiss and I get to watch.”

“So sassy,” I tease, even though I’m glad to hear her encouragement. I glance over at Jamef to see what he thinks.

He gives me a heavy-lidded stare and pats his knee. Come sit.

That bastard. I’m tempted to laugh at the sheer arrogance of it. I can tell by the smile playing on his mouth that he’s expecting me to put up a stink, to not give over control. Well, he doesn’t get control if I sit on his knee. He just gets me up close, or as I like to call it, striking distance.

So I set Dora back on her feet, touching my hand to her chin and giving her one last quick kiss before I turn my full attention back to Jamef. I prowl over to him, letting my every step be lethal and full of deadly promise. I move toward him, and when he spreads his thighs, indicating that I should move in, I kick his foot out, spreading his legs wider, and step directly between them. I press my weight forward as he gazes up at me, a challenge in his eyes.

I grab his horn and force his head back.

“A kiss, Bethiah,” Dora tells me, her voice unsteady. “If you want this to work between us, we have to all be willing to try.”

Right. Because she wants us to try to have a triad. Where I’m hers as much as I’m his, and they belong to each other, too. Where we all theoretically get what we want. Where I have the chance to have my heart trampled upon twice instead of just once. Where I can be doubly broken by those I trust.

I hesitate, because this feels vulnerable. I hate being vulnerable.

“It’s all right,” Jamef says in a low voice, his gaze locked on mine. “We can go slow for you, too.”

Keffing bastard. A hard knot forms in my throat at his gentle words. I glance over at Dora, and I’m startled to see fear on her face, too. She’s anxious, because if I don’t do this, she feels like she’s going to be sent away. It was in her words earlier, in the hunted look on her face as she mentioned going our separate ways.

And I promised her I’d keep her safe.

Swallowing a growl of frustration, I ignore the smug look of satisfaction I imagine I see on Jamef’s face and lean in. I brush my mouth over his, and instead of being passive, he opens his mouth enough to let his fangs scrape over my lower lip. I take over the kiss, tugging hard on his horn to force his head back even more, my lips slanting over his in a controlling way. I’m in charge here. This is my kiss and he has to take it.



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