“This,” I growled into Oliver’s shoulder. “This is what I want. All of us. Everything. No barriers. No holding back.”
“Yes—” Ophelia’s voice was broken, desperate. “God, yes?—”
“Yours.” I drove deeper into Oliver and felt him shudder. “Both of you. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and this—this is how it’s supposed to be.”
Oliver came first this time—spilling into Ophelia with a hoarse shout, his whole body clenching around me. She followed seconds later when I reached around and stroked her clit.
Then, I let myself go, pouring into him, claiming him the way he’d claimed me.
We rested,caught our breath, and cleaned each other with warm cloths and gentle hands. The kind of aftercare that required no words.
But we weren’t finished.
I looked at Ophelia—flushed and satisfied, sprawled across the sheets like an offering—and felt hunger stir again. Not the desperate, clawing need from before. Something deeper. The need to complete this. To close the circle.
“Ophelia.” I traced my fingers down her stomach, watched her muscles flutter beneath my touch. “We haven’t taken proper care of you yet.”
Her breath caught. “I’m—I already?—”
“Not enough.” I slid two fingers inside her, and she arched off the bed. “Oliver.”
He was already shifting, reading my intent. “Both of us?”
“At the same time.”
Ophelia made a sound—half moan, half whimper. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“You can.” I kissed her hard, swallowing her protest. “And you’re going to because I want to feel his cock rub mine while we’re both buried inside you.”
When she moaned into my mouth, I pulled her on top of me, guiding her down onto my cock in one slow slide. She was drenched, open, her body welcoming me like coming home. I held her hips still, keeping her filled, waiting.
Oliver knelt behind her. I heard the slick sound of lube, felt her tense in anticipation, then shudder as his fingers worked her open.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Do it,” I said.
He pressed inside her, and I nearly lost my mind.
Feeling him through that thin wall, the impossible tightness of her stretched around both of us—I had to clench my jaw to keep from coming on the spot.
“Fuck—” Ophelia’s nails dug into my chest. “Oh fuck, oh God?—”
“That’s it.” I gripped her hips, holding her steady while Oliver bottomed out. “Take all of us.”
For a moment, none of us stirred. Just breathed. Adjusted. Felt.
Then Oliver started to thrust.
We found a rhythm—him driving forward while I pulled back, trading places inside her, our cocks rubbing with every stroke. Ophelia was incoherent between us, her body clenching and releasing, taking everything we gave her.
“Look at you,” I breathed. “Taking both of us. So perfect. So beautiful.”
“Ours,” Oliver added. “You’re ours.”
“More,” she gasped. “Please—harder?—”
We gave it to her. Oliver’s hands were on her hips, mine on her breasts, both of us pounding into her until the bed shook and her screams echoed off the stone walls.
