Ian bundlesme up to my new nest after dinner and I fall asleep cuddled between him and Luca, breathing in cedar and citrus, wine and cherries. I wake to what feels like the sweetest dream. Simon joined us sometime in the night, and he must have squeezed in between me and Luca, because I find my legs twined with his.
“Go back to sleep, kit-kat,” Simon murmurs when he sees me awake.
“Not yet.” Not when I feel safe for the first time in months, when I’m finally back where I belong. I want to luxuriate in this feeling forever. And I get to feel this way because of Cassian’s generosity, because he insisted that Simon and I be protected by the safety of this townhouse and the community warding around it.
“Those spare bedrooms are for them, aren’t they?” I ask Simon quietly.
“And a room for Marcus for when you stay over. Which I hope is always.”
“Why would Cassian go to such a great expense?”
Simon shakes his head. “You know why. This townhome was never meant for just me and him.”
“Does that upset you?”
“Junes, let me put this in the plainest terms I can. I want every combination of the three of us possible. You and me. Him and you. Me and him. I want it all. The question is: what do you want?”
My heart squeezes but I’m saved from answering by Ian’s sleepy, rumbled, "My darling?”
“Go back to bed,” I murmur. “I’m sorry if we woke you.”
He presses a kiss just below my jaw and then nuzzles my neck. “Not until you do.”
I lean into his sweet touch, now too awake to sleep.
His hand tightens on my hip, and I arch against him, finding him hard and ready behind me.
A wicked gleam lights in Simon’s hazel eyes when my perfume floods the nest, and saints, it is good to have my mischievous beta back. “Do you think Junes can be quiet enough not to wake Luc?”
Ian snorts softly. “No.”
Simon traces a touch down my cheeks, along the length of my throat and then down between my collarbones. “Shall we find out?”
He leans forward and captures my lips in a teasing kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
“Quiet now,” Ian whispers in my ear, drawing that possessive touch up my side under my tee shirt, until his fingers stroke over my waist, along the underside of my breast.
I hold back a whine and Simon nips teasingly at my lips. “Good girl, staying so quiet for us.”
Ian thumbs over my nipple and Simon captures my hiss of pleasure with a kiss so wicked it makes slick run between my thighs.
“Fuck,” Ian pants, hiding his face in my hair. “My darling, your scent is enough to make me lose my mind. I need to taste you.”
A low whine escapes me, but Luca doesn’t stir as Simon guides me to my back, as he pushes my shirt up so he can find my aching nipple with his tongue and his teeth.
Ian slowly slides my panties down my legs, then runs his hands back up them, spreading my thighs until my slick sex is on display for him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, nuzzling the inside of my thigh, following the nuzzle with a kiss, the kiss with the scrape of his teeth.
Simon silences my cry with an open-mouthed kiss that makes me ache, plunging his tongue between my lips and stroking it against mine just as Ian sets his lips to my sex, sliding his tongue between my folds.
I jerk up off the soft mattress, pressing myself against his wicked mouth, which earns me a dark chuckle. He bands an arm across my hips to keep me still and licks me from my aching cunt to my clit, laving the flat of his tongue over my sensitive nub. Ian builds me up until I’m writhing before he slips one finger into my wet cunt. I squeeze around it, needing so much more of him.
I whimper into Simon’s kiss, already close to my climax. Saints, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this, and my body burns for these men. I pant against Simon’s lips, and he huffs out a laugh. “I will never tire of how responsive you are,” he whispers, feathering kisses down my jaw. “Are you going to come for us, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I pant, letting out a whine when I look up and meet Luca’s sea green eyes as he watches me intently, not asleep at all.
Ian sucks my clit into his mouth, and I thrash as much as I can in his hold, finding my peak and flying over it with a scream.
