Free Fevered Hearts by Em Petrova Page A

gift.
    How would she react to such an admission?
    She’s gone along with this. Maybe there’s hope.
    Ward clamped his lips over her right nipple. Following his lead, Liam angled his body to claim her left. Ivy cried out, bucking madly. Liam planted a hand on her lower belly to hold her down and found Ward’s warm one beside his. For a brief moment, they tangled fingers.
    Ward moved his hand downward to cup her sex.
    Ivy shuddered under their hands. Liam took one look at her flushed face and cherry red lips and knew she was on the verge of release. He smoothed his palm up the flat of her belly and strummed her nipple.
    Ward slid a fingertip down the seam of her wet pussy.
    “Oh, God!” Her cry had a frantic edge, as if she were frightened of the sensations rippling through her body.
    “It’s all right, love. Let it happen.” Liam thrust his tongue into her mouth and stoked the flames of her passion. While kissing her, he squeezed her nipple firmly, just the way she liked.
    Ward positioned himself between her thighs and drew a deep breath of her feminine scent.
    “I can’t think straight.” She twisted her fingers into Ward’s hair, drawing him near even as she arched upward for Liam’s kiss.
    “We’ll take care of you, baby. Let him taste your delicious pussy.”
    With a groan, Ward dropped his mouth and engulfed her sex in one big bite. Ivy rose up so far, Liam thought they’d have to peel her off the ceiling. Ward locked his hands around her thighs, digging in as he swiped his tongue through the glistening folds once, twice.
    “Liam! Ward!” She came apart, trembling as the wave of her release struck. Her broken cry resounded to the pit of Liam’s soul. Joy flooded him.
    Ward buried his tongue deep, gathering the cream Liam now hungered to taste. Ivy sank her fingers in Liam’s hair and dragged him back to her mouth, alternately gasping and swirling her tongue against his.
    She continued to quiver as Ward expertly brought her down from her high. But they were nowhere near finished with her. Especially since Liam had just felt that twitch of excitement in his cock.

Chapter Four
    If this was wrong, Ward was willing to take the twenty-five-years-to-life sentence. “Jesus,” he groaned as Ivy’s come coated his tongue. He pressed tender kisses all around her overly-sensitive clit, tasting her inherent musk and a desire so heady, he didn’t know if he could survive it.
    And the way Liam was looking at him—damn, it was as if they were making love to each other again.
    Ward’s cock wept pearls of precome and soaked his jeans. Need yelled at him to strip off his clothes and plunge deep into Ivy’s tight body, but he couldn’t do it yet. She needed more, deserved more, and Ward wanted to be the one to give it to her.
    He nibbled the juncture of her body where her thigh met her pelvis, and she came off the bed again.
    He slid his hands down her shapely calves to her ankles and squeezed lightly before hitching her legs over his shoulders. Up the length of her body, he met Liam’s smoldering gaze, then Ivy’s needy, pleading one. “Again, sweetheart. Ride my tongue.”
    Her thigh muscles convulsed and her belly rolled. Ward licked the juices off his lower lip, and holding Liam’s gaze, lowered his mouth to Ivy’s pussy once more.
    Running his tongue from her hard pearl to the hot, wet core of her, he gathered her flavors. Tantalizing, mind-blowing.
    “More!” She bucked, and Liam pinioned her arms to the mattress, high above her head while he fucked her mouth with his tongue.
    Ward longed to take his place and kiss her too, or hell, to take her place under Liam’s mouth.
    In time.
    He parted her folds with his tongue, plowing through them roughly and dragging his jaw over her skin in the process. Her body tightened under his mouth, and he savored the tight squeeze of her pussy that brought more juices to his tongue.
    “Mmm,” he rumbled against her.
    She rocketed off the bed, thighs clamping around