A happiness I haven’t felt in days and days swims through my veins, igniting my magic and pushing back all the gloom that I felt since returning to this Quarter and visiting my old home.
I smile at them both. “I think I may be the luckiest girl in all the realm,” I say.
“Lucky, huh?” Beaufort says as Fox rests his hand on my waist, right above where Beaufort holds my hips. “And why is that?”
I decide to answer that question with actions. Resting my hand on Beaufort’s chest, I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his mouth a second time. He leans into me, groaning into my mouth and deepening the kiss. But then I pull away, twist my head, andfind Fox’s mouth over my shoulder. I kiss him too, reveling in how different their kisses are – both igniting sparks all around my body, but both unique.
Beaufort kisses me with a dominance and an urgency. It’s always been that way between us – fire and passion. His kisses tell me just how much he wants me.
Fox’s kisses are slow and deliberate, as if he’s worshipping me with his mouth. There’s a reverence and a wonderment to his kisses, as if he can’t quite believe what’s happening.
As I continue to kiss the Professor, I feel Beaufort’s hot lips press against my throat, sucking softly where the Professor sank his fangs earlier.
I’m still tender there, and yet it feels divine. I whimper, and both men seem to grip me a little harder.
“Make that sound again, sweetheart,” Beaufort growls against my skin. “I love it when you make those sounds.”
Fox grunts his approval and slides his hand under my top, up over my ribs, and cups my breasts from behind. He plucks at my nipples, forcing another little moan from my mouth, which obviously pleases him. Beaufort drags his teeth down my throat and sucks on the point where my neck meets my shoulder.
Fox nips his fangs against my bottom lip, and then his mouth leaves mine and finds my ear. He whispers – his breath not as frigid as usual – against my earhole.
“Have you ever done it with two before, Briony? Have you ever taken two of them at once?”
“No,” I reply, “not exactly. We’ve done other stuff.”
“But you want to?” he asks, his voice so deep now it seems to reverberate around his chest.
“Most definitely,” I say, with a wicked little smile.
“You must have noticed by now, Tudor,” Beaufort says, lifting his head to join our conversation, “that this girl is a needy, desperate little thing. She can’t get enough of it. Some mighteven say she’s a greedy little slut.” He winks at me and I pinch him on the pec.
“She’s perfect,” the Professor says, his eyes on me. “A perfect little mate.”
And who knows why, but that has my heart fluttering and butterflies in my stomach dancing in delight. Sometimes when they say that word, it’s like it ignites something primal inside me. And I know for sure that they’re right – that fate has chosen us to be together.
“Are you suggestinghere?Now?” I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Your parents are just downstairs.”
Fox cocks his head, listening. “My mom’s making stew and my dad’s entertaining everyone with one of his stories. Trust me, Briony. They’re going to be occupied for at least the next hour. No one’s even going to notice we’re not there.”
I very much doubt that’s true. But pinned between these two men, my willpower is seriously depleted. Especially now Beaufort is peeling my top away and bending down to kiss the swell of my breasts.
Fox watches him over my shoulder for a moment, then unhooks my bra, drawing it over my shoulders and off my arms and letting it fall to the ground. Then he watches some more as Beaufort sucks and nibbles on my perked and wrinkled nipples.
The Professor brushes the hair away from my ear and whispers to me this time. “You said you’d done stuff with two of them before. What was it you did?”
“I fucked her from behind,” Beaufort says, with a mouthful of my tit, “while she sucked Dray’s cock.”
Professor growls, his fingers sinking into the flesh at my hip bone. “We’re gonna do more than that this time, Briony. We’re gonna take you together.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I murmur, finding it hard to concentrate on any words right now.
“She needs preparing. We haven’t exactly had the opportunity for that,” Beaufort says, his mouth still against my nipple. “I’ve had other things going on, like saving your ass, for example, Professor.”
“Hmm,” the Professor snorts. “If you’d actually concentrated in any of your lessons, you’d know there’s a very simple way to prepare someone for that.”
Beaufort pauses mid-suck and looks up at the Professor. “There is?”
The Professor winks at him. “It’s a pretty basic spell.”
