I step back from both of them, letting the robe slip fully from my shoulders to pool at my feet. The nightgown beneath is sheer enough to be pointless, leaving absolutely nothing to imagination. I watch their reactions, the way Nikolai's pupil blows wide, the way Raven's breath catches.
Good.
That's better.
I move to the bed, settling on the edge and crossing my legs. The nightgown rides up my thighs, but I don't bother adjusting it. Let them look. Let them want.
Nikolai moves toward me like a man in a trance, but I stop him with my foot against his chest. He freezes, eyes widening as he looks down, following the line of my leg to where the nightgown has ridden up completely.
I'm not wearing anything underneath it.
"Fuck," he breathes, his hands coming up to wrap around my ankle. The touch is reverent, almost worshipful, and it sends heat rushing through me.
I lean back on my elbows, letting my legs fall open wider. "I'm in the mood for a different kind of distraction, actually."
My gaze shifts to Raven, who's gone completely still. His cheeks are flushed, and I can see the moment understanding dawns in those blue eyes.
He knows what I'm asking for.
What I want to watch.
"You've got to be kidding," Nikolai mutters, but his voice is strained. His hand is still wrapped around my ankle, thumbstroking the sensitive skin there in a way that makes my toes curl.
"I know you've fucked before," I say, keeping my voice light despite the way my heart is pounding. "What's one more time? For old time's sake?"
The silence that follows is electric. Nikolai's grip on my ankle tightens slightly, and Raven makes a soft, nervous sound.
"Cosima..." Nikolai's voice is rough, warning. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Don't I?" I pull my foot out of his grasp and sit up, running my hands up his thighs to the obvious bulge straining against his pants. "I think I'm being pretty clear about what I want."
His breath hisses through his teeth as I palm him through the fabric, thoroughly enjoying the thick length of him twitching at my touch. "And what exactly is that?"
I maintain eye contact as I work to undo the button of his pants, then the zipper. His cock springs free, thick and already leaking at the tip. I lean forward, running my tongue up the underside from knot to crown, tasting salt and that alpha musk tinged with his scent. A scent that makes my pussy clench around nothing, unlike the revulsion I feel for nearly every other alpha on this planet.
He groans, his hand fisting in my hair. Not pulling, just holding. Like he needs the anchor.
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, letting my lips brush against the sensitive head of his cock as I speak. "I want you to fuck Raven."
His gaze glazes over, his pupil blown so wide there's barely any gray left. "Cosima?—"
"While Raven is inside me," I finish, swirling my tongue around the crown before taking him deeper.
"Fuck," Raven breathes from across the room, and when I glance at him, he's staring at us like he's struggling to resist touching himself.
Nikolai's hand tightens in my hair, not quite painful but firm enough to make my scalp tingle. "Are you ever going to let me inside you?" he asks through gritted teeth.
I release his cock with a wet pop, smirking up at him. "Maybe. If you prove you can be gentle."
It's a challenge. A test. And we both know it.
His eyes flash with something dark and hungry, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he turns that intensity on Raven, who's still frozen by the door like a beautiful statue.
"Get over here," Nikolai orders, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my thighs clench. Not a bark, but equally compelling in its own right.
Raven moves like he's being pulled by invisible strings, crossing the room in three quick strides. His scent spikes with arousal. Honey and rain and hunger.
Nikolai grabs him by the hair—gentler than I expected, but still firm—and pushes him onto the bed. Raven goes willingly, his eyes wide and dark with want.
