Magnus's smile curved slow, wolfish. "Easier than you think. You'd have both of us care for you, to pleasure you, to protect you."
Leighton's hand tightened around mine, anchoring me. "It works because we want it to. Because we want you.”
My breath caught. "But the staff? The people in town? What would they say?"
Leighton chuckled softly, though his gaze stayed steady on mine. "The staff will say nothing, sweet girl. They respect me. And Magnus. And they know better. Whatever happens between these walls is ours alone."
Magnus leaned in, his eyes glinting like dark wine in the lamplight. "Besides, what's whispered in town matters less than what youfeelin here." He brushed two fingers over my sternum, right where my heart thundered. "Doesn't it?"
I shivered under his touch, my protests faltering.
Leighton's thumb stroked over the back of my hand, patient and warm. "We're not asking you to decide tonight, sweet girl. We only ask that you think about it. About us. Together."
Together.
The word rang in my head, scandalous and sweet. I shook my head, though. "It's not done," I whispered, although the conviction was missing.
Magnus smiled like the devil himself, lips curving with promise. "No, Lisa. It isn't done. That's what makes it unforgettable and so delicious."
Leighton squeezed my hand. "Lisa, love, let us show you. Just a taste."
My throat went dry. "Show me?"
Leighton rose, drawing me gently to my feet. "Only what you'll allow." His voice was honeyed reassurance, but there was steel beneath it. "No more."
Before I could catch my breath, Magnus moved. He moved in behind me, his presence warm behind my back. My body went taut when his hands found my waist, but then Leighton covered them with his own, their fingers intertwining until I could feel them both anchoring me.
I gasped. It was too much. Too close.
It was perfection.
Leighton's lips brushed my temple as he whispered. "Do you feel that, Lisa? Him. Me. You. Us. Together."
Magnus bent close, his breath stirring the fine hairs at my neck. "This is what we mean when we say you won't be alone. You'll be between us. Always."
I caught the heated look they shared.
I sucked on my bottom lip as I felt my heart rate pick up even more.
I'd heard of this. Men. Beingtogether. Were they?
And if they were... how did I feel about it?
Instead of pushing it and letting my brain run amok with those thoughts, I brought my attention back to them.
Leighton cupped my cheek, tilting my face toward them. "Kiss me," he murmured, but it felt like a command.
One I was powerless to resist.
When my lips parted for him—all soft, hungry and shamefully eager—I felt Magnus tighten his grip at my waist, pulling me flush against the hard wall of his body. His voice purred in my ear, low and sinful. "I love the way you open to him, love."
I shivered and pressed my backside into thehardnessI felt there. A soft mewl left my lips at his words.
"Now me," Magnus growled after Leighton kissed my breath away.
Before the guilt could catch up, Leighton released me, just enough for Magnus to claim my mouth. His kiss was rougher, hungrier, and I swayed between them, dizzy with the taste of both.
When at last they let me go, my chest heaved, my lips tingled, and my heart was no longer my own.
