“But right now if I don’t have you, if I don’t feel you both, I think I might expire.”
“Good,” she gasped. “Because I can’t wait.”
He gripped her hips and slid her downward on the bed. “Wren,” he said without looking at him. “In my bedside table you’ll find what you’ll need to make it easier for her.”
Wren shifted, his weight coming off the bed. He dragged his nails along Aiden’s back as he walked and Aiden arched a little at the abrasion of his sensitive skin. He had never felt so alive in his entire life. So filled with love and desire all at once. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay in this fantasy forever.
So he fully surrendered to it as he dropped his head between her legs and began to lick her. She gasped at the motion and lifted toward him, grinding against him as her moans turned to wails of pleasure. He’d tasted her on Wren’s cock, but the full flavor of her release was even better. He sucked her clitoris, swirling his tongue around the hard nub, reveling in how her legs shook almost immediately. Wren had laid that path for him and now her responsive body followed it.
When she came, her fingers clenched his scalp, her body trembled and he had to hold her hips steady so she didn’t flop them both off the high bed. He glanced up to find Wren standing beside them, slightly slack jawed as he stared, a bottle of oil in his hand.
Aiden smiled up at him as he moved to his back and motioned Emilia toward him. “Just like with Wren, I want you to ride me. And then he’ll come behind you and take your arse.”
Her eyes went wide and she looked at Wren. He swallowed hard. “Do you want that, Emilia?”
She nodded. “Yes. I want that so much.”
“I’ll make you ready,” Wren promised as she shifted to her knees and crawled toward Aiden, straddling him as she licked a path along his stomach, up his chest and finally took his lips.
Their tongues tangled, at first gently and then harder as she positioned herself above him. He caught his breath as she maneuvered him to her entrance and then lowered herself onto him inch by inch. The grip of her, the wet heat, it was almost too much after so many years of waiting and longing and dreaming. Emilia was better than he’d ever imagined.
She rocked over him, her breath coming short, her body clinging to his as she threw her head back and let out a low, hungry moan. A moan that grew deeper as Wren positioned himself on his knees behind her. He kissed her shoulder as he watched Aiden, a small smile on his normally serious face.
He coated his fingers in oil as he stared and Aiden surged harder beneath Emilia as he watched Wren’s fingers move between the globes of her bottom and begin to stroke her.
It was in that moment Aiden realized this was truly going to happen. And he had to fight not to be unmanned right then and there before they had even fully begun.
CHAPTER4
Emilia
Emilia was overwhelmed by sensation at a level she had never experienced before. Aiden’s hard cock in her, stimulating her already aching clitoris with every swirling thrust of their bodies, and now Wren, his firm, thick fingers working against her arse, opening her for what was yet to come. She was pleased there were no servants in the house, for she couldn’t hold back her moans and cries of pleasure as she surrendered her body fully to these men. Her men.
“Ready, angel?” Wren whispered behind her as she felt the thick head of his cock at her backside.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, please, yes.”
He gripped her hips as Aiden stopped moving momentarily. There was not a breath taken between them as Wren pressed against her, slowly taking her. Pain met with pleasure as he opened her unused channel. Then pleasure won the battle as he slowly seated himself within her. She felt so full with them, so achingly, perfectly full, as if it had always been meant to be this way.
“Can you feel each other?” she moaned.
Aiden jerked out a nod. “Yes,” he gasped. “I can feel him. It’s so good, Wren. You feel so good.”
“You too,” Wren murmured as he slid back and then forward again, causing both Emilia and Aiden to cry out.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. She returned to rocking over Aiden as she held tight to his shoulders. Wren matched his strokes to her rhythm, his hands gripping her hips. She would have marks there later. She wanted them, his fingers tattooed on her skin forever.
Wren’s mouth found her shoulder—he licked and nipped her flesh as she began to ride harder and faster. Pleasure so powerful she almost feared it was rising in her, coming from every part of her body. It flowed through her, making her limbs light and her body clench against it. The men were relentless, not giving her respite from the wild sensations until she bucked, nearly unseating both of them as she screamed through the powerful orgasm that roared through her.
Her gripping body had clearly driven them to the edge, too. Both of them increased their tempos, clenching tighter against her flesh. Wren released her with one hand and reached out, his fingers tangling with Aiden’s. He moaned, the sound echoed by Wren, and then they were both coming, filling her until she went weak with it and collapsed on Aiden’s chest.
She had no idea how long they lay together after, her sprawled over Aiden, their bodies still joined. Wren with his head against her hip, his fingers playing along Aiden’s thick thigh. All she knew was that she never wanted to move from this place, she never wanted this to end.
But it had to.
She shifted at last and groaned as Aiden’s cock slipped from her body. Wren moved so she could roll onto her back and stare up at the ceiling above in silence.
“That was everything I ever wanted,” Wren said softly.
