I come softer than last night but longer. It lasts and lasts. My thighs tremble against Talon’s wrists. Nathaniel rubs his nose against my cheek, murmuring nothing-words that somehow mean everything.
When they finally let me go, I melt straight down into the mattress like all my bones have dissolved. I couldn’t hold myself upright if I wanted to.
Talon doesn’t stray far. Of course he doesn’t. He crawls closer with that lazy predator grace, palms gliding up my thighs as if checking whether my muscles are still shaking. Then his mouth finds the inside of my knee, then the curve of my inner thigh, then the sharp edge of my hipbone.
“Want more?” he asks.
I let out this ridiculous choked laugh that almost sounds like I’m crying. “You’re asking me?”
He smirks against me. “Should I ask Nathaniel instead?”
“Oh, fuck off,” I grunt.
“Just answer the question.”
In all fairness… I do.
I look at him, meet that smoldering hot gaze of his and nod.
“I want you,” I say, biting my lip. “Inside.”
A shiver runs through him so violently I can feel it through his breath. He has to shake himself off—literally pull himself back from the edge—before that slow, devastating smile curls.
“Let’s get you on the bed, then,” he murmurs.
And gods, there’s a laugh caught somewhere in my throat at the irony. For all the times I’ve let these beautiful, deranged men ruin me, not a single one of them involved a bed. Floors, walls, cars, furniture, showers—yes. A mattress? Never. Somehow this feels far more intimate. Dangerous, even.
Nathaniel scoops me up before the thought even finishes forming. He lays me down so carefully I want to kick my legs in the air and giggle.
Perhaps the universe can be kind to me after all.
I sink back into the pillows. The lavender blanket sighs down my hips, and I return to the sensation of velvet all around me. Only now I crave something solid and hard to go with it, and preferably right between my thighs.
Talon climbs onto the mattress on one knee, then the other, while Nathaniel slips in on the opposite side. Their hands bracket my thighs. They lean in to kiss me. Talon at my shoulder, Nathaniel just below my ear.
“Morning devotion,” Talon whispers. “Say amen.”
“You’re a deviant,” I murmur.
“Clearly, you fucking love it,” Talon continues.
Yes. I do. I love it so much, it honestly scares me.
“Just stop teasing me already,” I whisper.
Nathaniel props me on my side, one leg hooked over his thigh, cradling me against him while Talon stays in front.
“Look at me,” Nathaniel says softly.
I do. The metal in his lip catches the light when he smiles, and I swear the world tilts just for that.
“Remember how I said we’re not good men?” he asks.
“Like it was yesterday.”
I don’t tell him I think about it all the time, too.
“Wecanbe good,” he says. “But only to you.”
