Rowan didn’t have to be told twice. He spread his fingers, lightly scratching down my aroused body, and slipped two digits into my undergarments. I unlinked my fingers from behind his head.
“Don’t.” Cayden barked. “Don’t even think about it.”
I returned my hands to their original position, as Rowan’s fingers found me, every stroke sharper, hungrier, until my clit pulsed under his touch. His mouth claimed my neck and a hand my breast, leaving the other aching, my body strung tight with need.
Cayden groaned as he worked his length in time to us.
“Quinn,” Rowan stopped kissing me and pressed his palm against my clit, slamming his erection into my ass.
“I didn’t tell you to do any of that,” Cayden snapped. “Stop everything and stand up.”
Rowan removed his hand from my clit and stood, hauling me up after him.
“Strip her, but like before.”
For a moment, I couldn’t remember before. My sex-fogged brain ached to go forward, not back. Rowan dropped to his knees and gripped my pajama bottoms with his teeth, dragging his nails lightly down my hips. My sensitive skin lit up as the light scratch dragged down the outside of my legs. Heat filled my face, knowing Rowan was right in front of me, his nose brushing the wetness he’d created between my legs. Then, he dragged mypants lower, and it was Cayden’s gaze burning into my naked flesh.
With light prompting, I stepped out of the last of my clothing, and Rowan tossed it to the side. Nerves and excitement made my chest rise and fall as Cayden studied me with that same critical gaze. So many adjectives flashed across my mind. I wasn’t a porn star; my starvation and subsequent regaining of weight meant parts of me were too thin while others had an extra roll or two. What was I doing? I’d gotten so caught up in the moment—
“Stop,” Cayden’s command literally froze my thoughts. “You’re incredible. Every delicious inch of you.”
Cayden couldn’t have read my mind… but he’d felt my anxiety rising and stopped it.
Something loosened inside me. I didn’t need to explain or justify myself. I was safe here. I was accepted.
“Rowan, don’t let her think again,” Cayden said, as if ordering a sandwich from Wicked Wich, though his eyes gleamed. “Pump your dick and eat her until she screams.”
One hand gripped my ass while Rowan’s tongue devoured me, thrusting, tasting, teasing. My anxiety abandoned me, along with most of my rational thoughts. Every stroke set me alight. I clutched his head, trembling as wave after wave of heat ripped out from my core.
Rowan’s slurping mixed with the sound of pumping hands.
“More,” Cayden demanded. “Work your tongue in and out.”
Rowan did all of it. I dissolved into moans as Cayden’s commands and Rowan’s tongue drove me higher and higher.
“Pressure, Rowan, more pressure.” Strain turned the command in Cayden’s voice into a storm of need. “She’s almost there.” The last three words could have been a prayer or a wish, but they were far from it.
Rowan hooked his tongue inside my tight opening before slurping up and sliding his tongue down.
“Right…” was all I managed to gasp before Rowan let go of himself to hook a single finger into my entrance and drive up. My orgasm ripped through me, stealing my strength until I collapsed forward against the massive mage, trembling. He pushed out my legs, catching my back in his arms before lowering my twitching body to the bed.
“Now, ask nicely and finish on her tits.” Cayden made eye contact with me. “Don’t look at me; look at Rowan.”
I did.
Rowan already had his pulsing cock in his hands. “May I?”
I pushed my breasts together. One of my nipples swelled cherry red from attention, while the untouched one begged for more. It was a moment to say something sexy, but my body throbbed with spent need, and I barely managed a wavering, “Yes.”
Rowan groaned. Two strokes, and he spilled across my chest. The big elemental’s gaze blazed with hunger before claiming my untouched breast between his lips. Another wave of molten heat made me flush. I glanced at Cayden just as his face scrunched up, and he grunted, curling around his hand in his pants.Not quite the romance of a cozy novel, but raw and real. Rowan pulled back and nipped the exact spot I was pretty sure he’d already branded on my neck. A startled laugh caught in my throat, breathier than I wanted to admit, as he stretched out on my far side. His free hand lazily circled his mess across my chest.My face went hot, and I scrambled for the blanket, dragging it over whatever parts of me I could hide. Embarrassment was pointless at this stage, but apparently my body hadn’t gotten the memo. I was half-naked in a medieval castle, with two stupidly handsome mages short-circuiting every nerve I had… and I loved it.
“Come back to bed?” I whispered to Cayden.
My friend took a deep breath before standing. Conflict still filled his eyes, but after a quick detour for a towel, his confident steps brought him back to my side. I kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you; that was amazing.”
“Bloody hell, I did all the work,” Rowan grumbled.
Cayden snorted, tossing Rowan the towel. “Keep working. Her chest won’t clean itself.”
