It took my poor, dazed mind a moment to realize Varian was pressed behind me, hands following the same path as Ryland’s, fingers digging greedily into my hips, soft lips skimming over my shoulder, hungry and curious.
“The only thing you are allowed to focus on tonight is your own pleasure.” Ryland’s dark, commanding tone had my bare toes curling deeper into the rug. “The only words on your lips will be these…harder, faster, more. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Gods, I wanted this so badly.
I wanted to push our shattered past so far behind us, none of that ugliness could ever touch us again. As for theunknown future stretching ahead, filled with possibilities and probably death—that didn’t matter.
Not now.
Not when they were both right here, where I could finally touch them.
Taste them.
My fingers twisted into Ryland’s shirt as I pulled him to my mouth, arching my back, pushing my ass against Varian’s greedy hands, his hard cock.
Varian’s mouth closed over the crook of my neck in a hot, possessive bite. Ryland devoured my lips until our teeth clashed, his hand working down the front of my leathers, delving for my pussy, slickening up by the second.
I gave Ryland one of those moans when his fingers found my swollen wetness, gliding in gently, almost hesitantly. I broke the brutal kiss, hissing the word I knew he wanted to hear, “harder,” and those fingers plunged in, tearing another sound from me, this one feral and wild.
Varian peeled my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss, earning a curse from Ryland, stripping my leathers down my legs, and then…I was naked between them, clothing tangled around my feet, Ryland’s hand cupping my breast, his thumb and forefinger working my peaked nipple with a hundred years of experience I was equally jealous and grateful for before he turned me around to face Varian, my hair still wound into his fist.
“Kiss him, Lyrae.” My fingers drifted up Varian’s muscled torso, and he shivered, shoulders curving towards me, a hiss escaping his lips. I ran a finger down that trail of dark blond hair, greedy for my first real look at that perfectly sculpted body before I cupped his face to look into those eyes I knew as well as my own.
“He’s been dreaming about you for a hundred years,”Ryland urged, unbraiding my hair, dragging his fingers through the heavy length. “Show Varian how much you want him.”
Var dipped his head, lips tentatively brushing against mine before he yanked my hips tight against his, fingers leaving divots. His tongue dove between my lips, hungry in a way Ryland wasn’t, delving deeper, demanding more, until my head was bent back and he was devouring me with a hundred years’ worth of wanting.
Then Ryland turned my head and I was tasting him again, our tongues dancing. This was every bit as good as I remembered as I disappeared into a rush of pure, consuming pleasure. Varian’s lips and teeth nipped at my neck, greedy and fast, like he’d lost patience, working his way down to my breasts. Ryland captured my hands, trapping my wrists behind my back, my body bared for Varian to explore.
“Taste her, see how wet she is,” Ryland rasped against my ear, one hand ruthlessly binding my wrists together, the other arm banded across my belly, pinning me against him as Varian went to his knees and pressed my thighs wider.
This was…holy fuck, this was hot, being handled by the two of them, shared between them like some kind of treat.
“You smell so fucking sweet.” Varian pressed his face into my pussy and inhaled, then spread my folds apart, eyes shining, chest heaving as he stared. Then he dove forward, licking a molten stripe up my center, lashing my pussy so viciously with his tongue my knees buckled.
But Ryland had me, holding me up while Varian spread me wider, driving his tongue deeper and deeper like he couldn’t get enough. My head bent back onto Ryland’s shoulder, a guttural oomph escaping my mouth when Varian’s tongue thrust up into my core.
“Harder,” Ryland hissed, firming his hold on my wrists, his arm braced across my belly to pin me in place as Varian feasted like a starving male. “Fuck her harder with your tongue. Use your fingers. Give her two of them. She likes it rough, don’t you, little fox?”
Gods, that nickname, the one I hadn’t heard in years…
“I…fuck, Varian. Yes,yes, right there.Gods.”
Those commanding words, the delicious aching pressure as Varian’s fingers drove up into me with hard, merciless thrusts, the fast, vicious way his tongue worked my clit had me thrashing in their hands, thrashing against the raging pleasure ready to break.
And then it did.
I did.
Break.
My orgasm was a shattering, mind-numbing plunge, an earth-shifting crash, after years of self-service and aborted trysts and disappointments. Then I was flying, higher and higher, splintering apart into a thousand pieces. The world fell away, my flushed, still-shaking body sagging in Ryland’s strong hands as Varian stared up at me, fingers loosely caging my ankles, looking at me like he was worshipping a god.
“And that’s just round one,” Ryland murmured in my ear with a dark chuckle. “My plan is to make you come five times, little fox, and before you tell me you can’t, let me remind you, Ialwaysget my way.”
Then they dragged me to bed.
