I should argue. I always argue. It’s kind of my thing.
But my body moves before my brain can object and suddenly I’m on all fours in the center of our bed, knees on the wolf-pelt, and I can feel myself dripping onto the fur in a way that should embarrass me and absolutely does not.
“Look at her.” Finnian’s voice turns guttural. I glance back over my shoulder and find him with his hand already at his belt, fingers tapping his thigh. Probably counting something. “Heart’s at one-forty. She’s going to come the moment one of us touches her.”
Kieran moves behind me. I feel his cold hands grip my hips and I gasp, not from the temperature. From the contrast. I’m soaked and burning and his palms hit me like snow on coals and the steam of it rises against my lower back, real steam, white in the lamplight.
“Finn.” Kieran’s voice. “Under her.”
Finnian moves without hesitation. He slides beneath me on the bed, settles on his back, and suddenly I’m hovering over him. His chest under my palms. Heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my fingertips.
His hands come up to cup my face.
“Hi,” he says softly. So damn innocent when he’s anything but innocent right now.
“Hi yourself.”
He pulls me down into a kiss and his mouth tastes like the citrus-and-old-paper scent of his quarters, like the wine he had before we got home. He kisses me like I’m the last sentence of the only book he ever wanted to write.
His cock feels hot and hard between us, notched at my entrance from below. He doesn’t push. Doesn’t move. Just waiting.
While he’s kissing me, I feel Kieran notch himself at my entrance from behind. The cold of him meets the wet of me and the gasp that hits Finnian’s mouth isn’t even mine, it’s the breath I would have used.
“Ready?”
“For you?” I break the kiss long enough to look back. His eyes are silver-blue andbright, and there’s frost on his eyelashes. “Always.”
He pushes in.
The stretch is not perfect.
It’stoo muchand it’sfinally, and the cold of him goes so deep I feel it ring against my pelvis like a struck bell. I moan, and my forehead drops to Finnian’s chest. His hand grips the back of my neck holding me there like he can’t bear me being even that far away.
“There she is.” Kieran’s hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. The frost is spreading down my thighs in a fast lattice andwhere it meets my heat it melts and runs. “Gods.Gods.The court will have to make do with whatever’s left of me after this, she’s taken the rest.”
“Don’t talk like you’re leaving.” I get the words out somehow. “Don’t you dare.”
“Never. Never, troublesome thing.”
He thrusts and I see white at the edges of my vision.
Finnian’s other hand rests on my hip. Lifts me. Makes room for himself.
I feel him pressing at my entrance alongside Kieran.
Oh.
Oh.
“Breathe.” Finnian’s voice, strained. “Breathe through it, sweet thing. Just breathe and let me in.”
I know this stretch. I’ve done this before. It doesn’t make it easier. It makes me want it more.
I exhale. Bear down. And Finnian slides in alongside Kieran. Slow, slower than I think I can stand, the warm of Finn against the cold of Kieran with me wrapped around them both, well, the sound that comes out of me isn’t human. It can’t be.
Two of them. Deep inside my pussy. Both at once.
The contrast is what undoes me. Cold and warm and the heat of my own body pulled tight between them, and I can feel where they’re touching. Not just pressing into me but pressing intoeach other, and the awareness of it makes me clench around them so hard Finnian curses in a language I don’t speak.
