Seth’s hands slide over my hips, pulling me more firmly against him while Thane watches with those silver eyes that see everything. Thane reaches out and traces one finger down the center of my body—between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above where I’m aching for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Every time, I forget how beautiful you are like this.”
“Thane—”
“Patience.” He looks at Seth over my shoulder. “Get inside her. I want to watch.”
Seth doesn’t need to be told twice. He lifts me, positions me, and then he’s pulling me down onto his cock—thick and hot and stretching me open in one long slide.
I moan, head falling back against his shoulder. Seth is big—they all are, but Seth fills me in a way that always makes me feelclaimed. Like he’s leaving his mark inside me just by being there.
“That’s it,” Seth breathes against my neck. “Fuck, Bree. You feel so good. Always so tight, no matter how many times—”
“Move,” I beg. “Please, I need—”
“Not yet.” Thane’s hand on my hip stills me. “I want a taste first.”
And then he drops to his knees in front of us.
Ohfuck.
His mouth finds me where Seth and I are joined—tongue dragging through my folds, circling my clit, tracing the stretched rim of where Seth’s cock is buried inside me. I nearly scream, my whole body jerking, and Seth swears viciously behind me.
“Jesus Christ, Thane—”
“I can feel you both,” Thane murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice making me clench. “Taste you both. Her arousal and your precome, mixing together—” His tongue flicks my clit and I sob. “—it’s intoxicating.”
He seals his mouth over my clit andsucks, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me without warning, my pussy clamping down on Seth’s cock, my whole body convulsing. Seth groans and holds me through it, his cock twitching inside me, clearly fighting not to come.
Thane doesn’t stop.
He keeps licking, keeps sucking, working me through the aftershocks and then pushing me toward another peak. His tongue slides down to where Seth is stretching me, tracing the place where we’re connected, and Seth’s hips buck involuntarily—fucking up into me, pushing me into Thane’s mouth.
“Thane—” Seth’s voice is wrecked. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come down your throat.”
Thane pulls back just enough to look up at us, his mouth slick, lips swollen, his eyes blazing silver. “Would that be a problem?”
“Fuck.”
“Later, perhaps.” Thane’s smile is wicked. “Right now, I have other plans.”
He rises fluidly, and I see him for the first time—really see him. He’s hard, his cock straining against his pants, longer than Seth’s but not as thick. Different. They’re all different, and I love knowing exactly how each of them feels inside me.
“I want to be inside you too,” Thane says. “Both of us at once. Can you take that?”
My pussy clenches around Seth at just the thought. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please.”
Thane strips efficiently—no show, just necessity—and then he’s there, pressing against me from the front while Seth holds me from behind. Two cocks, two men, both of them hard and leaking and desperate to be inside me.
Thane produces lube, slicks himself up, and positions himself at my entrance alongside Seth.
“Breathe,” he instructs. “Relax. Let us in.”
The pressure is intense—too much, impossible. I breathe out, consciously relaxing my muscles, and Thane pushes forward.
The stretch isobscene.
