“I helped, but it was actually his idea.” He nodded to another tree, and Saros stepped out, umber skin illuminated by the moon’s glow, making it a glittering rich brown.
If only I could.
“I just thought you deserved a special night to recharge.” Saros scanned me up and down, eyes lit with amusement. “I knew you were nervous when we talked before.”
Suddenly I felt very silly in my fuzzy robe and slippers. I was going to hex Hazel’s scheming ass. How could she let me leave the house like this?
“And I knew you were nervous because, you know, human emotion detector,” Lynx added, waving a hand over himself.
“I don’t know what to say.” I slowly slipped off the puffy orange gourds, stepping onto the blanket in my bare feet. “It’s perfect.”
“Anyway, we will leave you be. Just wanted to make sure you found the spot and got to be spoiled a bit,” Lynx said, running a hand through his sandy-blond hair. He put an arm around Saros, giving his shoulder a squeeze, and they began to descend the hill.
I scanned over the spread they’d put together: snacks, pillows, bottles of water, everything I could need for a night here by myself. My gaze caught on the large cup of coffee. I knew from the steam wafting from the cup, carrying hints of chocolate and raspberry, what it would be and which of them had brewed it.
“You know, I do have quite a lot of recharging to do,” I called to them, trying to stifle the quiver in my voice. They stopped walking, eyes snapping to each other before looking over their shoulders at me. “I think you should stay.”
They glanced at each other, and Lynx took a step backward. Saros nodded to him, patting his shoulder before taking a few steps further down the hill.
Obviously, I hadn’t been direct enough.
I cleared my throat. “Bothof you.”
I didn’tneedthem to do this—I could replenish my gift on my own—but this is what I wanted. Both of them. Tonight, and maybe beyond, if it were possible. Regardless, if I let them walk away now, I’d regret it. I wanted to know what it would be like. To be theirs if even only for the full moon.
Saros looked completely dumbfounded.
I shrugged, shoving my hands in my fuzzy pockets. “If you want to stay, that is.”
“I do. It’s just—” He cut himself off, running a hand over his chin as if trying to figure out how to proceed.
“You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to,” I offered.
“Oh, Midnight. I more than want to,” Saros replied as they made it back to the beautiful spot they’d created for me. The one that’d beenhisidea because he knew how hard this might be for me.
Because, despite the lack of what he could say, he wanted to saysomething.
I filled the silence for the both of us. “Then stay and let’s figure it out.”
Just please don’t leave.
“I’m sure we can find ways to be creative.” Lynx gave me a roguish grin before nodding at Saros. They took off their shirts, distracting me from whatever I’d been thinking about.
Fuck. Me.
Saros wasn’t as muscular as Lynx, but he was thicker. Now, as he stood there gloriously skyclad, I realized that was true foreverypart of him.
I clenched my thighs, both of them staring at me like two predators assessing their prey. My fingers fumbled with my robe, nerves and yearning stoked deep in my core, before I finally shucked it off.
Saros’s evergreens glittered in the moonlight, only outshone by his full smile. It was so breathtaking, I wished it were a permanent fixture.
Lynx chuckled, stepping closer to me and giving himself a few long strokes, precum shimmering on his tip. I licked my lips.
“There’s no way she’s”—he nodded to the Moon Goddess above—“not watching and ready to bless you with everything you could want. I know I would.” He walked around until he came behind me, taking my hand in his and splaying it across my belly, making lazy circles that seemed to move lower, and lower.
Not low enough.
I shifted my hips, guiding our hands to my center.
