“Goddamn.”
The next thing I know, I’m on the floor with them. Jude supports me from behind with my back to his chest while Vincent spreads my thighs and carefully props my legs over his shoulders. I tip my head back, my curls falling against Jude’s chest.
“What are you?—”
“Stop wiggling. Let me enjoy this,” Vincent snaps, all broody and bossy, grunting while rubbing his lips along my inner thigh.
“Did you ever?—”
“No.”
My lips part, my insides clenching at his searing gaze. Possessive, protective, and hungry. Like it’s the first time he’s ever really seen a woman’s intimate area. Is it?
“Not once?” I wonder.
“No.”
His quick inhale, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his expression sharpens…like a prowling lion wanting to play with its meal first. Fire and ice crawl up my spine.
“Last night didn’t count. Couldn’t see,” Vincent clarifies as he presses his nose to my panty-clad pussy with a long draught.
One lash of his tongue to the wet fabric, and my pulse jumps in my veins. It takes all my effort not to roll my hips.
Jude lowers his mouth to the top of my head, a tender kiss on my hair. “Let him look at his woman, Babydoll.”
I haven’t felt this vulnerable since the night the arrow plunged into my leg. Even Rory and Seth have stripped. They take turns with one another. I can’t see Raphael from this angle, but I can see his reflection in the small mirror above the fireplace. The predator in his eyes is enough to ignite my very soul.
With a growl, Vincent yanks my underwear off, ripping before stuffing the fabric in my mouth. I don’t get more than a muffled protest when he dives for me. Every lick of his tongue, every sound he makes between my legs, every sight of his muscles bulging, the smell of him—of both of them—everything drugs my senses, shocks my system.
Jude cups my breast, rolling his thumb over one nipple with his other hand on my hip. Vincent circles his tongue around my clit. And then…I’m spiraling.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, blasting into me, surging waves of pleasure through every nerve ending until I’m grinding against Vincent’s mouth, gushing sticky, feminine fluids all over his face.
“Mywoman,” Vincent confirms as I pant in the aftermath. His breath is labored, and it gives me a sense of power to know I did that.
He licks his lips before rising until he’s crouched over me. I nearly melt at the way he looks at me. Like I’m the planet he’s orbiting.
“How long has it been, Vinny?”—since you had sex?
“Until last night? Years.” I gulp. “They brought women to me. Every damn night.” My heart aches for him. “Nothing slow. Nothing emotional. Mindless fucking. I was a machine. Built for fighting and quick fucks, blow jobs, one-night stands.”
When he grips the back of my neck and kisses me, it’s hard and driven, demanding, opening my mouth and dragging his tongue along mine, shooting more arousal into my pussy. Heat swirls in my stomach. His entire body takes up the space between my legs, keeping me spread for him.
Now, both their hands cover my breasts. Both their fingers rub and pinch and play with my nipples, twisting and turning them every which way.
During one pause, I manage to murmur against his mouth, “Is that why you fucked me from behind in the cave?”
Sighing, he lowers his head to mine. “Couldn’t fucking look at you. Not without thinking of all the women I used, the ones who used me, the ones they used after they dropped them in my room. And then? You called me Vinny.”
Affection rolls through me when I remember what he did for me in the pit.
“This…” Vincent cups me. I hiss as he sinks his fingers into my wet folds. “The first pussy I’ve ever seen. The first pussy I’ve ever tasted. Nothing like you. Nothing like this.”
When Jude grabs the back of Vincent’s hair and hauls him up, my blood catches fire. Vincent narrows his eyes as their eyes find a stalemate. “Nothing likethis,” he repeats as he stares at his partner.
“Let me taste her,” Jude commands, his eyes smoldering. “And let me taste you.”
I’m caught between two landmines ready to detonate. They come together, mouths colliding, violent. They kiss like lions starved, mauling, eating, growling, sucking, and I’m the prey between them. On each side, they grind against me, smearing pre-cum on my skin.
