I crawled up the bed until I was kneeling beside her head. She turned to look at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with want.
“Please.” The word slipped out without permission. “Please, sir.”
The title sent fire through my veins. I traced my thumb across her lower lip. “What do you want?”
“You. I want to taste you. Please.”
I guided myself to her mouth, and when her lips closed around me, I nearly came.
The sensation was overwhelming. I gripped the headboard to keep from collapsing. My whole body shook with my struggle not to lose control.
“Fuck.” The word tore out of me. “Ophelia?—”
She hummed around my cock, and it reverberated in my spine, in my skull, in every cell of my body. Oliver was still working her with his mouth, she was moaning around me, and I was drowning in passion I’d denied myself for so long.
“Stop.” The command was ragged. Oliver lifted his head. Ophelia released me, looking up with concern.
“Did I?—”
“No.” I was panting, trying to regain control. “I need—I want?—”
I couldn’t find the words. I was a master at commanding others, and now, I couldn’t command my own voice.
“Tell us,” Ophelia said. “Whatever you need.”
I looked at her. At Oliver. At these two people who’d chiseled away every defense I’d built.
The words stuck in my throat.I want to feel again. I want to remember what it’s like to be human. I want to stop being so goddamn alone.
She pulled me down and kissed me. “Take me, Kiernan.”
I couldn’t. It was more than I could bear. “On your hands and knees,” I told her. Then turned to Oliver. “On your knees behind her.” A condom packet sat on the nightstand. I didn’t know where it came from, but I thanked God it was there. I reached for it, so tempted to open it with my teeth and roll it on his length, but it was too soon for that. Far too soon. I handed it to him instead.
“Inside her. Slow,” I said once he was sheathed.
He pushed forward, and she moaned as he filled her. Oliver’s jaw clenched with restraint, and Ophelia’s face went slack with ecstasy as every inch of him disappeared inside her.
“Deeper.”
He buried himself to the hilt, and they both went still as if they waited for my next directive.
I shifted and knelt in front of her, my cock inches from her lips. Her eyes met mine, and I cupped her face in my hands.
“This is what I am.” My voice was barely a whisper. “This is what I need. If it’s?—”
She turned her head to press a kiss against my palm and nodded.
I guided my cock to her mouth for the second time. She took me in, and this time, I didn’t try to stave off my release. I let the pleasure wash over me, let it drown me.
“Move,” I told Oliver. “Match my rhythm.”
We found it together. He thrust into her as I withdrew from her mouth, then I pushed forward as he pulled away. She was suspended between us, filled at both ends.
The pleasure built, higher than anything I’d let myself feel. I was going to come, and I couldn’t stop it.
Oliver’s pace increased, driving into her with more force. I matched him, my hips rocking in counterpoint. Ophelia was shaking between us, her entire body quivering on the edge.
“Come,” I commanded her.“Now.”
