Just that. Just a lowhm, like Finnian proved a theorem he’d had money on for a while.
Finnian’s hands slide up my spine. He touches me like he knows me inside and out. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
He knows how to glide his thumb under my breast to make my back arch. How to whisper my name in my ear at the right tenor to send my hips rolling forward. He knowsme.
His mouth comes back to my ear. “I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Stop thinking.” Two fingers slide beneath the water, find my core, and my whole body goes rigid with the effort of not making a sound when he slowly glides them through my lips. “I’ve been thinking for weeks. I don’t need you to think. I need you to feel.”
“That’s easy for you to—” He pushes those fingers inside me, then curls them to tease the bundle of nerves, and I lose the sentence entirely.
“Yes?”
“I hate you so much.”
“Noted.” His thumb finds my clit and he rubs slow circles around the bud. Between his finger massaging me inside, andmy clit, I’m not going to last. I’m going to cum with his name on my lips and need in my body.
I grab his shoulders. My nails dig in as my eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me.” His voice is quiet, but with just the right tone that makes me squeeze those fingers.
I look at him.
His amber eyes have gone dark with the size of his pupils. His composure has shattered. What’s there instead is the man who wants the woman in front of him more than he needs his next breath.
That man has two fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit and is looking at me like I’m the only equation that ever mattered.
“You kept me sane.” His voice cracks. Just for a second. His truth spilling out in ways that make me attempt to focus. “The thought of coming back to this. To you.” His fingers move faster. “The feel of you around my fingers, on my tongue...” He moans and my god, it nearly sends me over the edge.
I’m climbing. Every word a step higher.
“Finnian—”
“Come for me,” he demands, his head still lazily thrown back as he destroys me from the inside out. “Right now. I want to feel it.”
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through without warning, my whole body clenching as I cry his name into the steam. Magic spirals outward, thorns erupting from the stones, flowers cracking through rock, and the bonds blaze at my wrist. Gold burning. Silver-blue answering. Orange flaring hot.
Then Kieran’s cold hand slides to my hip then to my waist as he presses against my back.
Finnian holds me through every aftershock, his fingers gentling but not leaving. He leans forward, his mouth pressingsoft kisses to my jaw, my temple, the corner of my lips. When I can breathe again he pulls back enough to look at me.
“That’s one,” he says against my skin.
But now I’m ravenous. I want them. Altogether, right now, just like this. “Who’s going to make me cum next?” I ask, turning around to look at Orion and Kieran.
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Who’s goingto make me cum, next?
She says it like a fucking challenge. Well, challenge accepted.
“Me.” I don’t even realize I say the word. It comes out like someone slamming an ax down on a piece of wood.
