Aiden met his eyes and there was a sensuality there, an intent that matched his own. “You are so fucking good at that,” he said, then he caught Wren’s chin and tugged him off his knees to claim his mouth with a searing kiss. “But I want more.”
“What is more?” Wren asked, hardly able to find words when his mind and body were rolling.
Aiden pointed over his shoulder toward Emilia and together they looked at her. She was shaking, and when both their attention was on her she arched, wetness coating her fingers as she came with a wailing cry that echoed in the room.
“Fucking hell,” Wren said, his voice low and rough.
“Do you want us to fuck you, Emilia?” Aiden asked. “Back and forth, over and over until you are shattered?”
“Yes,” she gasped out. “Please!”
Wren pushed to his feet and pivoted, grabbing Emilia’s hand and tugging her to the bed. Aiden was already standing by the time he turned back, and he groaned as Wren pushed her down so she was bent over the high edge of the mattress, her fingernails scratching against the soft fabric of the coverlet as she waited. He didn’t allow her to wait long.
He speared her body with his cock in one long thrust and she bucked against him, gripping him in her wet heat to the point where he could have spent right there. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He took her a few times, then stepped back so Aiden could take his place. As he rolling his hips against her backside in a few heavy thrusts, he cupped the back of Wren’s neck and kissed him.
She was arching and mewling now and the two men took advantage, taking her back and forth, kissing and touching in between, the pleasure between them so powerful that it was almost impossible to separate it all. Emilia’s fingers went back to her clitoris, rubbing it as she was taken, and as Wren gripped her hips and slammed into her, she came. It was impossible to exit her body then. She milked him and he threw back his head with a long moan of pleasure. Then he came with her, filling her with his essence and his love and his desire until he felt weak with it.
They were both shaking as he withdrew from her wet body. He waited to Aiden to return to his place behind Emilia and take his pleasure, as well, but she seemed to have other ideas. She turned and grabbed Wren’s hand.
“Finish what you started,” she whimpered.
He understood, his heart rate increasing as he went back on his knees and took Aiden back in his mouth. He tasted of Emilia’s pleasure now, sweet and sticky, salty and earthy all at once, and Wren sucked harder and faster to devour all of their combined flavors.
He felt Emilia’s fingers come into his hair. She pressed against the back of his skull, taking control of his pace as he took Aiden closer to oblivion. When he looked up at them, he found Aiden kissing her, their tongues tangling wildly as he moaned out his pleasure into her mouth.
When he came, Wren took every drop, savoring it like fine wine until Aiden went soft against his tongue. Only then did he withdraw and stand to join in their kiss as the heat between them transformed from heady passion to something more gentle, more loving. They moved to the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs and kisses, and for a while they simply lay that way, silent in the face of pleasure and the power of their connection.
But Wren knew in his heart that very soon they would have to be far more than silent. They would have to work out the past, the present, and mostly the future.
* * *
Emilia
Emilia hadn’t felt peace for so long that she hardly recognized it as she lay with her head on Wren’s chest, his fingers tangling in her hair. Aiden rested his head on her hip, brushing his lips there from time to time even as his fingers played along the thick muscle of Wren’s naked thigh. But thiswaspeace. Not fear. Not acceptance of a life she didn’t want. Not anticipation of whatever horror would come next. Peace.
But it was an illusion. Itfeltreal but if she tried to cling to it, she knew it would disappear. And worse still, it could destroy both these men. If it…and she…hadn’t already.
And so she had to break the spell that had been woven so sweetly by passion and surrender.
“You wrote your letters to Wilburn, Aiden said earlier,” she said softly, tracing the line of muscle on Wren’s bicep.
He hesitated a moment and then looked down at her. His expression was now hooded, concerned. “Yes.”
“Do you think he’ll believe your false leads?” she asked. “That he’ll truly leave us alone for weeks?”
He was quiet, like he was calculating, before he spoke. “Wilburn believes Aiden and I were rivals for you, so I doubt he would imagine the truth. And I…leaned into that idea in the letters. I think it will take time for him to become truly impatient and start to demand more action on my part.”
“But youwilltake action on your part,” Emilia said with a sigh that shuddered out. “Not against me, but for me. As much as we’d all like to do so, we can’t stay in this cottage for the rest of our lives and pretend Wilburn and the world don’t exist.”
“No,” Wren said, and she saw his gaze shift to Aiden. “As heavenly as that sounds, it isn’t a solution.”
“And nor is you going back to the viscount,” Aiden added with a deep frown. “We’d never send you back to danger, Em.”
“I know that,” she said, and shut her eyes. “I seem to be the only one of the three of us willing to put the others in danger.”
Now Wren sat up and it forced her to do the same. “Don’t ever say that again, Emilia.” His tone was sharp. “Ever. I’m glad you reached out to Aiden, I’m glad I was the one sent to pursue you two. I don’t give a damn about the consequences. You mean too much to me. If that man had harmed you, I would have died, myself. Or at least tortured myself to my dying day that I had done nothing to save you.”
“He’s right,” Aiden added. “I won’t regret any consequences to helping you. I never could. I only wish we could have done so sooner.”
