“Three.”
“Imagine I’m fucking you while you eat her out. Imagine my cock driving into your ass.”
“Two.” Flynn’s voice was desperately needy, near strangled.
“Suck her clit and take my cock like a good boy.”
My throat was dry. My body was on fire. I’d never been this turned on. Never.
“Please, sir, I need to come.”
“You’re being punished. Now, is she close?” He brushed Flynn’s ass with the belt, teasing him.
“So close.” Flynn sounded strung out, wholly lost to the fantasy.
“Make her come. Make. Her. Scream.” Teal drew back his arm and hit Flynn hard enough to drive his hips into the bed.
Those hips continued to jerk as he orgasmed.
I stepped into the shadows, my shaking legs barely able to keep me standing. What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Teal’s chuckle sent shivers down my spine.
Had he heard me? Did he know I was watching?
“Did I give you permission to come?” he demanded.
“No, sir.”
“Then get on your knees and make it up to me.”
Flynn turned, and I saw his face. His eyes were hooded. His cheeks were flushed. His mouth was already open in anticipation. He crashed to his knees and deep-throated Teal’s cock.
Teal raked his fingers through Flynn’s hair, guiding him. Controlling him. “Good boy.”
I couldn’t watch anymore. I had to get away from them—away from whatever it was I was feeling. I stumbled toward the steps, my anger nearly forgotten.
At the bottom of the stairs, I grabbed my cloak from the peg where I’d left it, wrapped the thin material around me, and took refuge in the window seat that overlooked the empty road.
What had I been thinking? To watch them? To listen to their fantasies? I squeezed my eyes shut and rested my forehead on my knees. There was something terribly wrong with me. Because watching them—listening to them—had shifted the world as I understood it.
I’d known desire before—a friendship that had turned into something deeper.
This was different. Darker. More complex. More passionate. The way Flynn surrendered control so completely while Teal commanded with such careful authority … it spoke to something I’d never explored, never known existed within me. For those few insane moments watching them, I’d wondered what it would feel like to make their fantasy real.
The realization terrified me. Not because the passion felt wrong, but because of the men who made me feel it.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
GRAYSON
I’d never known Pierce to snore, but tonight he was loud enough to shake the inn’s foundations. I glared at his recumbent form for a full minute, waiting for silence that never came.
With an unhappy grunt, I threw off the heavy blankets and slipped into the hallway.
With the door closed behind me, Pierce’s snores were a mere rumble. I rubbed my tired eyes and noticed a figure in the dark hallway. As I watched, the shield—I’d recognize her anywhere—retreated to the stairs, silently descending. Was she spying on Teal and Flynn? Had she been with them? My gut churned, and I followed her.
