This was hungry, possessive, the kind of kiss that stole the air from the room.
And Magnus's other hand... oh my lord. It wasn't on Leighton's waist. It wasn't anywhere proper. It stroked low, hard, over forbidden places, and Leighton groaned into his mouth, fingers fisted in Magnus's coat.
I felt the moment deep in my core. All my previous pent-up... passion built right back up, and I felt needy and aching all over again.
I should have left. Shut the door and fled like a decent, God-fearing woman. But I couldn't move.
I was rooted to the spot, breath shallow, heart hammering as I watched Magnus's hand slide lower still. His grip shifted, bold and unapologetic, and Leighton gasped into his mouth.
My thighs pressed together helplessly.
Magnus murmured something I couldn't hear, and then... he freed them both. I couldn't breathe. Two men, standing sobrazenly close, Magnus's strong hand stroking them together, rough and sure. Their low groans tangled in the air, so sinful, so intimate, it made my skin prickle.
I'd never seen a man's naked body before. Never seenthat, and was fully prepared to be disgusted, intimidated or outright terrified.
Instead, it only served to increase my need.
I slipped back a pace, into the shadow of the hall, clutching at the wall for balance. My skirts bunched beneath my hands almost without thought, rising, rising until cool air brushed my bare skin. I was already wet, shamefully so, and when my fingers found that tender ache, I nearly cried out.
They were lost in each other, lips and teeth and ragged breaths. Magnus's hand worked between them, and when Leighton's head fell back against the wall, his mouth open in ecstasy, I bit down hard on my knuckles to stifle my own whimper.
I matched their rhythm, desperate, needy, my body strung tight as a bow. Each sound they made coiled heat deeper inside me.
And then Magnus's voice, rough and commanding, cut through. "Come for me."
I shattered.
The climax tore through me, my body bucking against my hand, breath breaking in sobs I swallowed down. Just as my vision blurred, I heard Leighton cry out too, and the raw guttural sound pushed me even higher.
When at last the trembling subsided, I leaned against the cool wall, skirts still rucked indecently around my waist, pulse wild.
I should be horrified by what I saw, what I did.
Instead, I wanted more.
As the echoes of their release still hung in the room, Magnus leaned his forehead against Leighton's both of them breathing hard. His hand lingered, scandalously, before sliding up to grip Leighton's jaw.
"She's coming around, right? I'm not just imagining things."
My heart sped up as I realized they were talking of me.
"Yes, Mag. She is. It's all coming together. We'll finally be able to do this. Be together."
My chest went tight.
The words landed like a blade between my ribs. So that was it. I wasn't special, not really.
I wasn't wanted forme.I was a shield. A diversion. A pretty little mask to make their sins more palatable.
A convenient farm girl, of no influence that would do nothing but be thankful for whatever scraps they sent my way.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out, then gathered my skirts with shaking fingers. I had to get away before they heard the ragged sound of my breathing, before they knew I had seen too much. I slipped away, running to my room, unable to think of what to do next.
But I did know... There was no way I was staying here and marrying a man who only wished to wed me so he could have what he really wanted.
Another man.
Chapter Sixteen
