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building in Jeric. As he pressed his lips to Zoa’s skin, trailing kisses down toward the apex of her thighs, his hands were fisted in the sheets. After so many years of shame, being able to do this, to kiss a beautiful woman without hesitation, to know he was going to give her pleasure even as he took it, it was too much. Desire and contentment were burning in him so strongly it was almost painful and Jeric could do nothing but give himself over. Yes, he thought as he nuzzled the silky hair of Zoa’s mound, this was what he desired, and as the brand on his forehead began to burn, Jeric knew he’d made the right choice.
    That was his last conscious thought before he gave himself wholly over to pleasure.
     
    Dezira be praised.
    That was the only thought in Zoa’s sleep-addled brain as her body woke up to the beautiful ministrations of the two men beside her. Izar, commanding captain that he was, had positioned himself by her head. He was kissing her deeply, his talented tongue sliding slow and languid into her mouth. Meanwhile, Jeric’s hands were parting her thighs, his mouth working down her stomach with the delicious promise of a Chosen of Dezira many years more experienced than he was.
    They held her gently, Izar pressing her shoulders into the bed while Jeric held her hips, leaving her helpless before the deliciously curling lust that was building like a wave between her legs. Then Izar’s hands slid down her shoulders to grip her breasts and Zoa arched, moaning into his lips. Between her legs, Jeric moaned and kissed down further, his tongue parting her dark curls to find the nub of her clit with a flick that made her want to sing. Truly, her goddess must be happy with her.
    It was still early and the house below them was asleep, the raging sexual energy from last night dissipated. Without the enormous potential of that power to worry about, Zoa was free to relax and let the pleasure come without worrying about casting something she didn’t mean to in the thrall of orgasm. Considering where Jeric’s mouth was headed, that was a very good thing.
    As Izar’s tongue worked her mouth, drawing her deeper into the breathless kiss while his fingers brushed over her breasts until her nipples were straining, Jeric moved lower still, his tongue sweeping down into her dripping cleft with a desperation that left her panting. She jerked against their hands with a deep moan, but Jeric held her tight, his grip strong, far stronger now than before, she realized with a start. He had gained his goddess-given strength and he was using it to hold her in place while his tongue danced across her, sliding up and down her opening, teasing her clit on every pass until she was panting against Izar’s lips.
    This seemed to drive the captain wild. He moaned against her and shifted, bringing his hard, naked body against hers. As he did, she felt another hardness against her, poking into her ribs. His erection was hot and throbbing against her skin, and suddenly, Zoa was overwhelmed with the need to take him into her mouth. Movement was difficult, but she managed to get her hand to Izar’s cock on the second try.
    When she seized him, both men groaned. Zoa opened her eyes and looked down to see Jeric staring at them from between her legs, his eyes so dark with lust they were almost black. Izar, however, was lost to the world. He was frozen over her, transfixed by the touch of her fingers against his cock, his face suffused in an ecstasy so intense it almost looked like pain.
    For a moment, Zoa was confused. Her touch would certainly feel nice, but not that nice, especially considering he’d come twice only hours ago. And yet there the captain was, rocked by lust like he hadn’t released in months. She was still puzzling over this when Jeric’s tongue began to work her clit in earnest and the world vanished into a haze of pleasure.
    Zoa groaned and tried to roll, but Jeric held her down, sucking her clit between his lips. With every pull