“Then allow us to answer.”
Four hands. Two mouths. Ice and fire bracketing me between them.
Orion kisses me like he’s trying to consume me whole while Kieran’s teeth find my throat, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out against Orion’s lips.
The contrast breaks something in my brain.
A hot tongue stroking mine, cold teeth stinging my throat. Every time I lean into one, the other pulls me back. I’m shakingbetween them and I don’t know if it’s from need or from the temperature war being waged on my skin.
“There she is,” Kieran murmurs against my pulse. “Our responsive little thing.”
“Too many clothes,” Orion growls, breaking the kiss to yank my shirt over my head. “Way too many fucking clothes.”
The cool air hits my bare skin and goosebumps race along my arms. Two sets of eyes follow.
“Look at you.” Kieran’s voice drops to that sexy gravel that curls my toes. His fingers trace along the thorn patterns spiraling across my ribs. “Every time I see you, there’s more of the real you showing through.”
“Less talking.” I reach for Orion’s belt. “More touching.”
“Bossy.” But he’s grinning as he helps me strip him out of his shirt, and gods, he’s built like a wall. All broad shoulders and defined abs and that trail of dark hair leading down to where I want to put my mouth.
“On the bed.” Kieran’s command cuts through the heat.
I raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, troublesome thing.” He steps closer, crowding me backward until my knees hit the mattress. “On. The. Bed.”
That’s hot as hell and I don’t know if I remember how to breathe.
Good thing I sit.
Two predators stalk toward me with matching hunger in their eyes, and I realize I don’t want to fight this. I don’t want to be in control. Just this once, I want to be taken apart by people I trust to put me back together.
Orion reaches the bed first, settling between my thighs. His hands hook into my pants and drag them down in one motion, taking everything with them.
“Fucking perfect.” He breathes the words against my inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking about this for days. About getting my mouth on you again.”
“Then do it.” Yes, he should absolutely do just that. “Make me forget my own name.”
He laughs, low and dark. I feel that laugh teasing my g-spot. No idea how. But right there it went. “That’s the plan, Thorn.”
“Yep, don’t stop until I see stars.”
His nose drags along my inner thigh first. Scenting me. A growl rumbles through his chest, it vibrates against my skin before I hear it.
“Dangerous thing to say to a hungry Fae.”
His mouth makes contact and I arch off the bed.
Hot. Blazing. His tongue drags through me like he’s trying to taste my soul, and the sound that rips out of my throat isn’t human.
Not that I ever was.
“That’s it.” Kieran’s voice comes from somewhere above me. I force my eyes open to find him kneeling beside my head, still fully dressed, watching Orion devour. “Let him taste you. Let us see you fall apart.”
Orion’s tongue circles my clit, and I sob.
Then Kieran’s cold fingers find my breast, rolling a nipple between them, and I nearly come off the bed.
