“Language.”
“Fuck you, language—”
Malrik laughs against his skin. Low and warm and dangerous. His other hand slides around to Finn’s front. Presses against the obvious bulge in his pants.
Finn whimpers. Actually whimpers.
Three years ago, that sound would’ve been desperate. Needy. Terrified of not being enough.
Now it’s just want. Pure, confident, secure want.
He knows he’s loved. He knows he’s chosen. He knows Malrik isn’t going anywhere.
So he can fall apart without fear.
I watch Malrik stroke him through the fabric. Watch Finn’s hips rock forward, chasing the pressure. Watch them kiss — deep and filthy, all tongue and teeth, the kind of kiss that makes my thighs clench.
“Come here,” Malrik says against Finn’s mouth. But he’s looking at me. “Now.”
I go.
They pull me in like I’m the missing piece they’ve been waiting for.
Finn’s mouth finds mine while Malrik’s hands work my swimsuit straps down my shoulders. I’m caught between them — Finn’s chaos and Malrik’s control — and my body responds before my brain catches up. Three years of muscle memory. Three years of knowing exactly how this goes.
“Missed you,” Finn breathes against my lips.
“I was gone for an hour.”
“Too long.” He kisses me deeper. “Way too long.”
Malrik peels my swimsuit down to my waist. His mouth finds my shoulder. My neck. The spot behind my ear that makes me shiver.
“She’s already wet,” he observes. To Finn, not to me. Like I’m not even here. Like I’m just something for them to play with.
I fucking love when he does that.
“She was watching us,” Finn says. “Of course she’s wet.”
“Were you touching yourself in the water, Nightshade?” Malrik’s fingers trace down my spine. “Thinking about what we’d do to you when you came inside?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” His hand cracks against my ass. Sharp. Sudden. I gasp. “Try again.”
“Yes. I was thinking about it.”
“What specifically?”
“This.” I rock back against him. “Both of you. At once.”
Finn groans. “Gods, I love when she says shit like that.”
“So do I.” Malrik pulls my swimsuit the rest of the way off. I’m naked between them now. Finn still has his pants on. Malrik is fully clothed. The imbalance makes me feel exposed in the best way. “Finn. On your knees.”
Finn slides off Malrik’s lap and drops to the floor without hesitation. He looks up at both of us, green eyes bright, waiting.
“Good boy.” Malrik guides me to sit on the edge of the couch, legs spread. “Make her come. I want to watch your mouth on her.”
