Soren presses close to me, his back against my front, and I can feel every breath he takes. I can smell his icy scent every time I take a breath.
“Soren, I just wanted to say I’m sorry—” I say in a hurried whisper.
“Not the time, Echo,” he hisses back just as the office door opens and Madame clomps in on her sky-high heels.
Not the time. Right. Well, I guess as we watch her mosey around to her desk through a crack in the doorway that it’s really not the time to be hyper-focusing on the fact that I’m sandwiched between two hard bodies. Maybe I should hop us out of here, but it seems like Soren’s keen to see what Madame does in her office while she thinks no one is watching.
I just hope it’s nothing too mentally scarring.
It’s hot in this little cupboard. OrI’mhot. I can feel my breath coming hard and fast until I’m practically panting. Something about being in this tight space with two of my mates is doingthingsto me. I squirm and Soren freezes, standing totally stock still. He keeps his attention on Madame, who is not doing anything interesting—no loud monologues about her nefarious schemes. Instead, she’s filing her nails and humming softly to herself.
Meanwhile, I’m trapped in my own lusty thoughts and I don’t know what is wrong with me. If Brogan moves his hands just slightly, they’ll be touching my ass. If Soren turned around, I’d be caged between them. I squirm again as the images of exactly what we could do together in this enclosed space go through my mind. Soren lets a little exhalation as Madame puts on some soft jazz music, effectively drowning us out just as I let out the softest whimper. Soren spins around while Brogan moves his hands to my hips, shifting us slightly so that I can feel the bulge against my ass.
Seems I’m not the only one here who’s affected by the fact we’re squished together like this.
Soren’s eyes meet mine and his gaze is intense. He’s barely two inches from my face and I can feel his breath against my skin. It’s the first time he’s looked at me properly since Madame’s revelation.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“I said, not right now, Echo,” he says low and quiet into my ear. “We’ll talk about it later. We’ll talk about all of this later, sunshine, like whether you intend to stay with us now that you’ve found us.” He’s whispering, but there’s something firm and commanding about his tone that makes me squirm against him.
“I do,” I whisper back. I don’t think I could abandon them now if I tried.
“Good.” With that, he surges forward and takes my mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss. His lips are soft but demanding and he licks the seam of my mouth and I open up for him as his tongue twists with mine.
I’m breathless when he pulls away, looking down at me with naked lust. “Are you… not mad at me anymore?” I ask.
“Wasn’t mad at you,” he whispers against my mouth, so low I’m not even sure that Brogan can hear him. “It just made me feel a lot of things to know you didn’t choose to come to the garden. And I’m not good at feeling things.”
“Oh, Soren.” My heart hurts, tempering my lust slightly.
“But I just needed a minute to process. I’m not mad though and I’m sorry you thought I was.” He rests his forehead against mine for a long moment. “I’m sorry too for being a prick, for telling you that you couldn’t deliver the souls, for speaking without thinking. I’m going to fuck up a lot, Echo, and I hope you can forgive me for that.”
All of this is said in a hurried whisper with his eyes closed, and I squeeze his hand in response. It’s so heartfelt and sweet. I have a feeling that Soren doesn’t express his emotions often or to many people and the fact that he’s doing it here and with me makes my heart swell up with affection for him.
“Of course.”
He presses his lips to mine again and kisses me with a depth of feeling that takes my breath away. I’m pressed up hard against Brogan, who kisses my neck, his hands slowly roaming up and down my body, exploring my curves and trailing over the exposed skin of my stomach from where my shirt pulls up. He slowly, slowly trails his hands around until he’s got his fingers pressed against my clit through my jeans and then he unbuttons them, still moving oh so slowly so that it’s almost torturous.
Soren continues to kiss me, his lips pulling away from mine to trail along my jaw and neck. He nibbles up and down and then laps at my pulse point, a move which goes straight to my clit. I can’t help wantingmore.I want to wrap my legs around him and to hump him like a horny bunny. I want Brogan to slip his hands into my underwear and for him to touch me where I’m already dripping wet for them both.
I need it.
“You want me to touch you, baby? You gonna come all over my fingers while Soren holds you steady for me?” Brogan says into my ear in his delicious voice. I nod as a shiver of arousal goes through me. There’s something so naughty about being in here like this. The fact that we could get caught at any moment, by Madame no less, is seriously turning me on.
“Please.”
“Okay then, gorgeous girl, but you’ve gotta stay quiet for us.”
I nod again as Brogan finishes unbuttoning my jeans and then pulls them down. My panties too. Soren then lifts me up, his hands on my lower back, and I wrap my legs around him, grinding against the front of his jeans, against his hard cock, desperate for any friction at all. He lets out a low growl that seems more fitting to come from Brogan than my super controlled reaper.
He kisses me again, and it’s filled with passion and a little desperation and I get lost in the feeling of him and the taste of his mouth on mine. Then Brogan’s hand finds its way to my bare thigh, squeezing and teasing me before he massages my clit gently at first, then as I writhe between the two of them, his fingers deftly increase the pressure and he uses his other hand to push one finger inside me, still working me with his fingers.
“Oh fuck, baby, you are soaked for us.”
Soren pulls down the neck of my top and licks a trail down to my breast, pulling the lace of my bra aside so that he can lap and suck at my nipple. The two of them work in sync and I have a moment wondering whether they’ve done this before, but I push it away. I don’t want to know. Don’t want to think of either of them sharing any kind of intimacy with another woman.
They’re mine, just like I am theirs.
