“That’s it, Zee.” The next punch of Wren’s hips sends a jolt through me. “You’re so close.” Another hard lunge seizes the muscles in my body. “Come for me, Rapunzel.” He rocks into me ruthlessly. “Look at you. You’re exquisite.” One more shove sends a tidal wave crashing through me, washing me over a cliff. I hold fast to Wren and ride this warm, wonderful wave as ripples of pleasure shoot across every nerve.
But the tide recedes, and the world slams back into place. Wren’s tempo builds, his thrusts long, deep, and punishing. I lift to meet his movements. Work him to find the same pleasure he gave me. He drops his forehead to mine and growls my name. In answer, his slides off my tongue in a ragged whisper. Then, with one last push of his hips, he finds his release inside me.
“I take it this means you’re friends again?”
Wren and I both whip our heads toward the door. Dax fills the threshold. Of course.
“The very best of friends, you fucking voyeur.” Wren isn’t at all surprised by Dax’s presence. Then his kiss-swollen lips kick up in a wicked grin. “Enjoy the show?”
Dax cups the bulge of his crotch. “Immensely.” He strolls inside…with Quinn pushing his way in past him.
“You had your fun with Rapunzel.” Quinn, freshly bathed with his hair still wet, reminds me of a man on the verge of battle. “Move aside, you greedy prick.”
“Grumpy fuck,” Wren whips back, but he rolls off me, leaving me chilled. And vulnerable. I move to reach for the blanket to cover myself, but Quinn’s glare stops me cold.
With them, I’m safe, and although Quinn told me I’ll find no love here, he was wrong. The way they look at me leaves no doubt they care for me. And for now, that’s enough.
For now.
Wren’s eyes roam over Quinn, lingering on his fully healed throat. “You’re…good?”
Quinn fingers his perfect throat. “It’s as if the injury never happened.” His black gaze bounces to me. “Thank you.”
What goes unsaid—what does not need to be spoken—is that he’s thankful for more than me saving his life. Quinn is grateful I gained him a reprieve from hell.
I climb to my knees, my hair hanging around me. The yellow ribbon Dax tied around it is long lost by now. For once, I don’t regard the golden waves as a curse. “You’re welcome.” Then I add with a cheeky smirk, “Please avoid tainted blades in the future. That was most unpleasant.”
Quinn puts a hand to his heart and bows at the waist. “Pardon the ever-loving-fuck out of me, Rapunzel, for nearly dying.” The arrogant man straightens and lifts a brow and stalks closer to the bed. “Allow me to atone for my grievous sin, Princess.”
An impish Quinn? How delightful. I play along and run my tongue across my lips, my gaze fixed on his crotch. “You can try.”
“Saucy wench.” Dax comes to stand beside Quinn, and my God, what a pair they make.
The mattress shifts as Wren climbs off to tug on his breeches. It’s a dichotomy of actions as Quinn reaches behind his head to gather his shirt. He pulls the white material over his head and tosses it aside. I’m transfixed as he shucks his clothes, his naked body a wonder of strength and power. I’ve sampled a tiny portion of what rages inside him, and I came away with a newfound appreciation for the constant battle he wages to keep the darkness contained.
“Come here to me,” I beckon, and when he kneels on the bed in front of me, his decorated flesh is hot beneath my palms. “Never scare me like that again.”
Quinn brings his face close enough for our lips to brush. “Never again.”
“Swear it on your heart.”
He places a hand on his chest, then on mine. “I fucking swear.”
Quinn’s lips devour mine, his hands steadying me as a naked Dax dips the bed when he climbs behind me. Caged between their muscled bodies, I turn when a guttural groan draws our attention to Wren. He’s watching from across the room, reclining on the chair. Shirt off, laces of his breeches open. He’s cast in shadows, yet his gaze is a physical touch.
Quinn’s solid chest is flush with mine. His lips graze my ear. “Do you want to get fucked by us, Rapunzel?”
“God, yes.” A rush of pressure builds between my legs, sending a flood of desire dripping down my thighs.
“Good girls get fucked hard. They get filled with cum. Andverygood girls…” He licks the upper shell of my ear. “Beg for their men to fuck them in every hole.” His teeth pull a cry from me and my knees go weak for a moment at the shock of pleasure and pain.
Then he’s kissing my throat over his bite. His hands are…everywhere. Dax, his stiff shaft pressing against the small of my back, lifts my hair to kiss the nape of my neck. He feathers his lips along the line of my shoulders. His deft fingers tease down my spine. Then lower…
Much lower. Burning a path to my ass. He trails along the crack, pulling a small gasp from me when he circlesthathole. “Dax?” Panic laces his name as it falls from my lips.
“Trust me, Little Captive.” His purr sends a trail of chills over my flesh. “You’ll love this.”
To my shameful delight, I believe him.
