I help her stand on shaky legs, guiding her toward the heavy mirror propped against the far wall. Ornate frame, probably centuries old, the glass slightly warped in a way that makes everything look dreamlike.
Perfect.
“Face it,” I murmur against her ear. “I want you to watch.”
She turns. Catches sight of herself—flushed skin, kiss-swollen lips, thorn patterns spiraling across her ribs in green-gold light. Her hair has gone full pink now, green at the roots, tumbling past her shoulders in waves.
“Gods.” She breathes the word. “I look?—”
“Like a queen.” Kieran appears at her side, frost blooming across the floorboards where he steps, still fully dressed because the bastard has more self-control than anyone deserves. “Like everything we’ve been waiting for.”
I strip off my remaining clothes. Watch her eyes track down my body in the mirror, settling on my cock where it juts toward her.
“Orion.” Her voice has gone breathy. “What exactly are you planning?”
“I’m planning to fill you up.” I step behind her, chest to her back, letting her feel how hard I am against her ass. “Both of us. At the same time.”
Her reflection goes still. Processing.
“You mean?—”
“I mean Kieran in that pretty cunt.” I roll my hips, grinding against her. “Me in your ass. Every inch of you claimed. Filled so full you can’t think about anything except the two of us inside you.”
The sound she makes isn’t words. It’s pure, desperate want.
“Have you done this before?” Kieran asks. His hands find her hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
“No.” She swallows. “But I definitely want that.” She breaks off, cheeks flushing.
“Say it.” I nip her earlobe. “Tell us what you want, Thorn. Use that filthy mouth.”
“I want to feel both of you inside me.” The words come out rushed. Desperate. “I want to watch it happen. I want to be so full of you that I can’t think about anything else. I want—” She catches my eye in the mirror, and there’s something feral there. Something that matches the predator in me. “I want to be ruined for anyone else. Forever.”
Fuck.
My cock twitches against her. Kieran’s eyes have gone dark, that control finally cracking.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” I reach for the oil on the bedside table and coat my fingers. “But we go slow. And you tell us if anything hurts.”
“I can take it.”
“I know you can.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “But I want you to enjoy every second. Want you begging for more, not gritting through it. Understand?”
“Fine.” She huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “Ruin me gently. Whatever.”
“Brat.” But I’m grinning as my slick fingers find the cleft of her ass.
She tenses. Just for a moment. Then forces herself to relax.
“That’s it.” I circle her entrance, not pushing, just letting her get used to the sensation. “Just breathe, Thorn. Let me in.”
Kieran drops to his knees in front of her. Presses his cold mouth to her hip, and she jerks at the contrast—my warm fingers teasing her ass, his winter lips on her skin.
“Watch the mirror, troublesome thing.” His breath ghosts cold across her cunt. “Watch what we do to you.”
Her eyes find the glass. I see her reflection—flushed, trembling, caught between two Fae who would burn worlds for her.
I slide one finger inside.
