She gasps. Clenches. Then relaxes around me as I work her open with slow, patient strokes.
“Good girl.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
She shudders. Clenches tighter around my finger before releasing with a sound that’s half moan, half growl.
“I’m not?—”
“You are right now.” I add a second finger. “My good girl. Taking everything I give her. Aren’t you?”
The noise she makes is not agreement. But it’s not denial either.
I’ll take it.
Kieran’s mouth finds her cunt, and the moan she releases echoes through the room.
I scissor my fingers gently, stretching her while Kieran’s tongue works her clit. She’s rocking between us now, caught between sensations—my heat behind, his cold in front—her magic pulsing brighter with every passing second.
“More.” She’s begging. I love when she begs. “Please, Orion, I need more.”
“Patience.” The word comes out as a growl. But I add a third finger anyway, because I’ve never been able to deny this woman a single fucking thing. “Almost ready. Almost there.”
She’s so tight around my fingers. So hot. The thought of my cock buried in that heat, with Kieran’s cold filling her cunt at the same time—my vision blurs just imagining it.
“Now.” She’s gripping Kieran’s hair, holding his mouth against her—fuck, that’s hot. “I’m ready. Please. I need you both.”
I withdraw my fingers. Slick my cock with more oil—generous, thorough, because I refuse to hurt her. Position myself at her entrance.
“Look at the mirror.” My voice has gone guttural. “Watch yourself take me.”
Her eyes find the glass just as I begin to push inside.
Slow. So fucking slow. Letting her feel every inch as I slide deep inside her.
“Oh gods.” Her voice breaks. “Oh fuck, that’s?—”
“Too much?”
“No.” She pushes back against me, taking more, greedy even now. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
I bottom out with a groan that comes from somewhere primal. She’s so tight it’s almost painful, clenching around me like she never wants to let go.
“Fuck, Thorn.” I press my forehead to her spine, breathing hard. “You feel incredible. So tight. So hot. Made for me.”
“Made for us,” Kieran corrects, rising from his knees. He sheds his clothes comically fast. His cock is hard and leaking, and she reaches for it immediately.
“No.” He catches her wrist, ice crackling where their skin meets. “Hands on the mirror. I want to see you brace yourself for what comes next.”
She plants her palms against the glass. The position arches her back, pressing her ass harder against me, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just start fucking.
Kieran is between her and the mirror. I tap her knees a little wider and pull her back to sit on my thighs as his legs settle between her.
“Perfect.” Kieran positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her folds. “Ready, troublesome thing?”
“If you ask me that one more time I’m going to?—”
He pushes inside.
Whatever threat she was making dies in her throat. Replaced by a sound I’m going to replay in my head for the next century.
