“Not tonight,” Nash rumbles. He grips my hips, and his shadows curl on the surface of the water before lifting us out of the pool.
Wow. Handy skill. I want my own shadows. Can I borrow them?
Nash drops my wet, naked body on the bed and tears his breeches off. I blink. Holy fucking shit. My mouth parts, and he smirks, pumping his heavy cock with his fist before releasing it and doing the same to the smaller member jutting out above it.
“Double sausage?” I whisper.
“Scared?” he teases as he lets me take him in.
I come to my knees and then crawl toward him. “Surprised, but never scared with you, Nash.”
His breath hitches as I reach out to trace my finger down the ridge of the smaller one. “So, if I’m facing you, the bigger one?”
I swallow, because that is no small introduction to very naughty deeds. “I can change them,” he mutters, and like it’s show and tell, the one on the top swells and elongates in my hand while the other shrinks. “Or deflate one altogether.” It disappears under his command.
“Wow,” I whisper. Because what does one say to the pick and mix of one’s double-dick scenario?
“What do you want, Daphne?” he growls.
I lift my eyes to him and squeeze. “What you’ve been promising me, Nash Stirling. Threefold. And if I can walk out of here after, I’ll consider your threat just that.”
“Fucking hell,” Theo rumbles from the shadows against the wall, his hand shoved beneath his breeches. “Don’t taunt him, pretty mouse.”
“Remember, you asked for this,” Nash warns as his hand curves around my jaw and draws my eyes to meet his. “However, if you say stop at any point, I will stop. If I’m too lost to do so, Theo is here to make sure that happens.”
He doubts himself, but he still hasn’t acknowledged the startling fact that he would never hurt me.
“I trust you.”
His eyes flicker to green for a beat before the shadows crowd in once more, hungry and poised to claim what is already theirs.
“Then tell me you understand that stop means I will stop.”
This is a huge barrier for him, even if it’s not for me. “I understand.”
“Use the word.”
“Stop.”
“Good girl. Theo, I need you closer.”
“Gladly,” my dragon says as he pulls off his breeches and stalks toward me. His monster is close to the edge too. All three of us need this, a connection that ties us in ways nothing else could.
Theo positions himself behind me while Nash grabs my hips and slides me backward between Theo’s legs.
I expect him to be inside me by the end of my next breath, but I should stop predicting anything when it comes to the Stirlings.
He plucks a white rose from the ground. Where did he find that?
The soft petals tease my lips, making them part. He’s slowing this down, and I want to speed it up. Haven’t we waited long enough?
I groan as Nash shifts the rose between my aching breasts and skims it over my tightened nipple. Theo pinches the other, the contrast between rough and silk making my head spin.
“Nash, I need you.”
“Hearing you beg is pushing at my control, Daphne.” He fists himself before allowing the other part of him to grow. I bite my bottom lip.
“Which is making your pulse trip harder, Daphne?” Theo growls in my ear. “Both? One? Choices, choices.”
