An uneven breath leaves me as I look between them. “You… The statues still didn’t prepare me for this.”
“Would you like us to change?—”
“No,” I blurt. I clear my throat and straighten, trying to get a fucking grip. But the heat spreading up my chest and down between my thighs is more than I anticipated.
Blaze takes a step toward me. I’m rooted to the spot as he closes the gap… as his hand braces against my cheek, and he swipes my hair back with his sharp thumbnail.
“Are you scared?” he asks.
The sight of his tongue makes my brows knit. I recall the statue, and I almost gasp.
Forked tongue…
Holy hell.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You’re the only person who doesn’t have to be scared of us. Not ever.”
I stretch my hands over his chest, fingertips gliding over some of his scars. “This is still you?”
“I’m still me,” he swears.
Blaze’s eyes dart to my lips. I don’t bother denying how turned on I am right now. Seeing them like this, hearing how they feel… I’m one blink away from signing a fucking contract.
“I want you like this,” I whisper.
Blaze glances back at North, who’s already peeling his underwear off.
Shit…
If North’s dick looks likethatin this form, then…
My wide eyes meet Blaze’s once more.
“Tell us again,” Blaze says, his hand wrapping around my neck.
“I want you. Both of you. Like this,” I repeat.
His forehead presses to mine. “Anything you want, you get, angel.”
The moment our lips meet, I’m done.
He kisses me hard, forked tongue sweeping my mouth and dancing with mine. I wrap one arm around his neck and hold out the other for North, inviting him over because I want to feel them both. Ineedthem both.
North takes my fingers into his and begins kissing down my arm. I’m entirely consumed with the smells of cinnamon and peppermint around us. The heat from Blaze and the chill from North. North reaches my throat, and as Blaze moves his lips to my collar, North captures mine.
Fucking hell, what is this reality?
I lose track of whose hands are where, the only way I know who’s kissing me is because of Blaze’s tongue. Someone peels my shirt down—Blaze, I realize, as his tongue flicks my nipples one by one.
Shit, that’s going to do things to me.
As my head begins to spin from everything, I feel my knees weaken. They’re pressed against me on either side. Two stern bodies trapping mine. Nails scratching me. Mouths sucking on me. I gasp against Blaze’s ear when I feel both their dicks at my hips. I reach for them, relishing the little noises the two make when I grasp their lengths in either hand.
“Fuck, Juniper,” I hear Blaze whisper.
They shift their hips into my hands, paces steadying. I’m kissing North when he groans into my mouth, and I part from him with a greedy idea.
