“After weeks of minor exploration, it’s time to cross the threshold.” Jude lowers his head to her and kisses her forehead. “And you will be the catalyst.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jude…” Vincent rises to his feet, shoving down his pants, freeing his hardness, but his hoodie covers it. “Just tell her we’re going to fuck her at the same time, and how it’ll be the first time our shafts have shared a hole.”
She swings her gaze to the side, eyes wide. I don’t know why she should be so surprised. She’s already taken two, one in her pussy and ass, but I guess she hasn’t had any double penetration yet.
In the next second, Briella practically lunges for Vincent, completely assured he’ll catch her—before she can land on her injured leg and damage herself, which he does. I smirk as she tries to climb up the tattooed giant, but she can’t get her legs around him enough. He grips her butt, holding her upright as she kisses him, hard and hungry.
The kiss doesn’t last long. Not when Jude grips her hair, yanks it back, and gets that bossy look.
“Excuse me, Babydoll.”
I laugh when Jude grips the back of Vincent’s head, fisting his hair right before their mouths collide.
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Briella
“TOUCH WHERE WE’RE ALL JOINED.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Therapy”
“Bedroom Ceiling”
Vincent touches my hips from behind, blanketing me with all his muscles. Jude does the same from the front. Oh, God, how is his skin so soft and polishedlike obsidian? A sharp contrast to Vincent, with all his tattoos and battle scars.
I’m caged between two of the most masculine men in existence. And theybothwant inside me? At thesametime?
“Here? Now?” I glance around the room at the others.
“Kinship Law, Babydoll.” Jude strokes the backs of his knuckles across my cheek. Warm tingles always break out on my skin when he does that.
“All for one. One for all,” mutters Vincent, lowering his chin to my shoulder and inhaling my hair. His hardness swells against my lower back.
Before I hardly realize what is happening, Jude has already untied the ribbon of my dress, and he and Vincent work together, removing it from my body. Like they’re in perfect synchronization, they move to my stockings, peeling them off my legs. I wince when Jude’s fingers brush against the scar.
I can practically feel Rory and Seth’s burning gazes, and Raphael’s is soul-piercing, but I focus on the men holding me,keepingme.
Before either of them can undo my bra or slide down my underwear, I reach for Jude’s belt and smile softly, taking my right to remove it. I can already feel him tenting his pants. He gives me that sinful smirk, and I tilt my head and bite my lower lip while sweeping the belt off. I flinch, surprised when Vincent reaches around me and jerks off Jude’s pants.
Oh. Commando is…oh, hell. My mouth waters at the sight of Jude’s full-pierced shaft, black, thick, and silky. Every barbel, every piercing seems like it was placed with painstaking perfection. Like he used every ounce of his training for them. He probably did.
Vincent’s heavy breath drifts across my cheek, and I grow warmer, knowing it’s not just because of me. Because of Jude.
Just as I turn around to say, “You don’t have to take off?—”
“Take it off, Girly,” he cuts in, just like in his cabin, offering me his armor. Except tonight?Judewill also be his shield.
I don’t wait. I shove it off, tugging it down his shoulders, exposing muscled ridge after ridge. God, Vincent is built like a boulder. His cock throbs against my side when he’s finally naked. Combing his hands through my hair with that same tortured expression, Vincent lowers his head and captures my mouth.
I lurch because Jude has unclasped my bra. The man before me, this fighter,myfighter, finishes the job, pulling it off me and tossing it to the floor. When he pauses just above my mouth, his nostrils flaring, I see something beyond the damage in his eyes. They’re burning now.
A tremor ripples through me, radiating heat into my center until I feel myself growing wetter, slicking my underwear. Jude chuckles darkly, reaching to cup me between my legs.
“She wet?” Vincent asks without breaking eye contact.
“She’s fucking soaked.” Jude fingers my sodden panties.
