My pulse iseverywhere.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it. Here.”
“Mm, that’s the truth if I’ve ever heard it,” Talon murmurs. “You’re already so wet for us.”
Cassian’s eyes darken. “Open the gown.”
Talon’s hand moves to the back of the dress, sliding the zipper down slowly. The fabric loosens around my chest and begins to slip, baring the curve of my breasts. Cassian’s fingers brush the edge and urge it lower, coaxing the gown down inch by inch.
When it finally gives way, it drops all the way to the ground, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked. The night air kisses every inch of exposed skin.
That strange, ritualistic feeling washes over me again. I’m bare in the place where I once lay in the earth, standing beside my own grave.
It feels impossibly symbolic, almost sacred.
But I don’t have a second to linger on the meaning of it. The three of them swallow every thought I might have had.
“Walk her back,” Cassian says quietly.
Talon guides me slowly until the backs of my legs touch the uneven stones of my grave. Cassian comes with us, his hands settling on my hips. Nathaniel lowers himself beside the mound of earth and gently brushes away the loose grass so it’s clean.
“You’re going to lie back on your grave for us,” he murmurs. “Right where your name is.”
My breath stutters.
I ease myself onto the slate and stacked stones and let the cold surround me. It feels almost familiar now, like something my body has learned to accept, and the little shock of it sends a pleasant jolt straight between my legs.
I look toward Cassian, and the way he watches me makes that feeling bloom even deeper. He takes in every inch of me, the rise and fall of my breathing, the curve of my thighs opening, the wet shine waiting for them.
“What if the girls look out their window and see me like this?” I ask.
“They know better than to do that,” Cassian answers.
I am not entirely convinced, but it doesn’t matter enough to stop. If they’re awake, then fate will decide what they see. I just hope the movie tired them out and they drifted off to sleep by now.
Talon sinks to his knees behind me and slides his palms up the insides of my thighs. He leans in and licks me, a long, slow, filthy stroke of his tongue from my entrance all the way over my clit.
I choke on a gasp as my back arches.
Nathaniel lowers himself between my knees as well. He settles beside Talon, his mouth brushing the soft skin of my left thigh. Their heads are so close they almost touch.
We stay like that for a while.
Cassian watches in silence while the other two unravel me. My moans spill into the woods and seem to echo all the way into the moonlit sky.
At last, Talon lifts his head and looks over at Nathaniel.
“Take her mouth,” he says. “I want her moaning around your cock while I eat her.”
Nathaniel moves the instant the words leave Talon’s mouth. He unzips himself, circles the grave and kneels beside my head. He strokes himself once, slow and sure, before guiding the tip of his cock to my lips.
“Open,” he murmurs.
I obey. He slides in, not all the way, but just enough to make my eyes roll back. A tremor runs through me as my whole body responds to him.
Talon sinks between my thighs again, grinning as he seals his mouth to my cunt. He licks me open with long strokes, then sucks my clit hard enough to drag a helpless sound out of mythroat. Cassian is undoing his belt beside us, like he can’t help himself any longer..
And it is exactly what I want.
