Once Camden pulls back, Logan takes my hand and helps me to my feet. He lifts me into his arms and carries me bridal style down the hall to my bedroom.
Camden follows a moment later, having switched off the gas fireplace.
The two of them stand in front of me as I sit on the bed. Shoulder to shoulder, dressed in nothing but sweatpants. Eyes darkening with desire, they study me as if I’m their prey…but also something precious.
They are admiring me.
“A little Christmas present for us, maybe?” Logan teases.
“The best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.” Camden breaks into a sinful smile and drops to his knees. “One I plan to devour tonight.”
“I think you meant to saywe.” Logan sits beside me on the bed and cups my cheek with his big, calloused hand.
“Definitely we.” Camden plants a kiss on my knee. “Because she’s ours.”
As Logan pulls me in for a kiss, Camden works my leggings down my hips. Instantly, all my senses are on high alert, and anticipation courses through my veins.
In this moment, I think I understand what magic really feels like.
TWELVE
It’s a Choice
LOGAN
It’s different tonight.No excuses, no pretending this is a one-time slip we’ll laugh about later. It’s us, pure fire and passion, but also care and tenderness. It’s Yana and Camden and me, and the more I think about the night we met, the more certain I am that we were inevitable. It feels too right.
Camden is on his knees between Yana’s legs, licking and sucking and lapping at her clit.
Still sitting beside her, I drink her in, relishing the ecstasy on her face. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted, her eyebrows knitting together and then relaxing.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I lean over and bring my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans. The kiss is slow and steady. I savor every curve of my tongue around hers.
“You taste so good, Red,” Camden murmurs against her clit.
Caressing her tits, I pinch her nipples and tug on them lightly.
She arches her back every time I do it, and Cam only hums approvingly.
He eats her out like a fucking pro, tongue and lips moving with precision, making her writhe. I trail my kisses down hercheek, her jaw, and her neck. Camden slips a finger into her cunt; I close my lips around her nipple. When Yana lets out a needy whimper, Cam adds two more digits. He fucks her with his fingers, his tongue curling and teasing her clit.
Her breathing is so damn shallow. She’s close.
I lick and suck the delicate skin of her throat, leaving little marks. I play with her nipples, adding more friction to drive her even higher. Her moans mingle with the wet sound of Camden fingerfucking her, the combination so erotic it brings me dangerously close to coming in my pants.
“Bozhe, kak horosho…ya seichas…?1” She gasps, then falls silent, the intense shudder rolling through her body speaking louder than any words could.
She comes and comes, but Camden doesn’t slow until her body goes limp. Eyes closed, she relaxes her legs and presses a hand to her heaving chest.
Camden, smug asshole that he is, breaks into a devilish grin as he gets to his feet. Dropping onto the mattress on her other side, he wipes her arousal off his face, then licks it off his fingers, one by one.
“Isn’t she the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted?” I ask, my cock so hard it aches.
He smirks. “She is.”
“Queen?” I brush my fingers over her cheek, and she opens her eyes. “You were speaking in Russian again, and we want to know what you’re babbling about when you come.”
“Then maybe you should learn the language.” She smiles lazily as she sits up. “But honestly, when I speak in Russian like that, it’s because you make me feel good. If it was something you needed to hear, trust me, I would’ve shouted it in English.”
