Kieran breaks the kiss and her bottom lip comes with him, swollen, and a thin line of cold steam ghosts between their mouths before it dissolves.
“The dress is gone,” he tells her, not looking away. “Now you.”
“Now me what?”
“Now you tell us what you want.”
She turns her head and her eyes find mine and there it is—that mouth, even now.
“I want to be ruined.”
I rip my shirt off, “Say less.”
Finnian climbs onto the bed first. He sits against the headboard and holds out a hand for her and she crawls to him, knees in the furs, and the way her shoulder blades roll when she moves is something I’ll be thinking about until I die.
She straddles him, facing up, her breasts swinging and nipples still pleading with me to taste them.
He pulls her back against his chest and settles her knees outside his thighs. His shirt is already off, I didn’t see him take it off.
“Knees apart,” he whispers against her ear, his voice soft. “Wider. Let him see.”
She does.
Kieran goes to his knees at the edge of the bed, and the first thing he does is press his cheek to the inside of her thigh.
“I can taste Orion here,” he presses a soft kiss against her thigh, causing the muscle to jump under his lips.
“You can taste him?”
“I could taste him from across the room.” His tongue drags up—slow, slow—and the cold of him meets the wet of her and the sound she makes this time, I absolutely commit to memory. “But here, all I taste is you and forest and the salt of him. Did he edge you, troublesome thing?”
“Once.”
“Hmm.” Another lap. He hums against her clit and I see her stomach flutter. “Then you’re due.”
Finnian’s hand smooths down her sternum. Down her belly. Splays low, fingers spread wide, holding her down without holding her hard.
“Catalog,” he murmurs against her temple. “Heart at one-twenty. Pupils blown. Skin temperature elevated three degrees since the dress came off.” His thumb circles her navel. “Tell me when she stops being able to answer in sentences, Kieran. I’d like to know exactly when we break her.”
She laughs—a wrecked little thing, more breath than sound—and it shakes Finnian’s hand on her belly.
Kicking my pants off, I take myself in my hand.
“Orion,” Finn calls to me. “She’s looking at you.”
She is. Not like I could ever look away from this beautiful magnificent queen.
Her eyes are completely forest-green, and her lips part just enough that I know what she wants before she asks.
I crawl up the bed, my eyes only on her pretty little mouth. Holding onto the headboard, I grip her face and guide her lips toward the tip of my dick.
“Open.”
Her eyes flutter up to me as her mouth parts and she exhales on the head on my cock. The heat of her mouth is a different heat than her cunt and I’d forgotten—or I’d never let myself remember—how much hotter she isinside, how soft the back of her tongue is, how she takes me before I push.
She moans around me and the vibration travels down my spine and I hear Kieran groan against her thigh at the same second.
My hands fist in her hair. Just holding her still as I breathe though the pleasure. Her tongues rolls down the ridge of my cock, causing me to hiss.
