Page 77 of The Unexpected

I move to the bed, lie back across it, and spread my legs. There’s no ceremony to it—just pure invitation, blunt and honest. I lean up on my elbows and use both hands to part myself: one palm spreading the slick lips of my pussy, the other hand circling back to my asshole, which is already puckered, pink, and ready.

That’s when they see it.

The glint of metal, gold and wet, at the mouth of each hole.

I savor the moment, the twin looks of shock and hunger on their faces.

“The one in my pussy is the third ring you gave me,” I say, my voice half a dare. “But I had the fourth ring made just for tonight. One for each of you. Inside, the way you like it.”

Hunter’s jaw flexes, and he takes a step forward, but Lachlan beats him to it, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed.

“Holy shit,” Hunter says, voice gone ragged.

Lachlan just stares, then looks up at me, his blue eyes dark and nearly black in the candlelight. “When did you insert them⁠—?”

“This morning,” I say. “Slipped them in before the dress. Felt them in my pussy and ass with every step down the aisle. It seemed like the most honest, most sensuous way to walk down the aisle with reminders of both of you inside my body.” I drop my head back and laugh, the sound rippling through my curves, and when I look again, both men are there, one on each side, hands already roaming over my thighs.

Hunter pushes my knees wider. “You’re such a fucking slut, Stella,” he says, reverent. “You love this. You love being marked by us.”

“I do,” I whisper. “I love being yours. Belonging to both of you.”

Hunter puts a hand on my belly, spreads his fingers, and leans in. Lachlan’s mouth goes straight to my breast, sucking hard, teeth grazing the tip until I yelp. I can feel his hand at my hip, holding me in place, while Hunter’s thumb circles my clit with slow, calculated pressure.

“Mmmm,” I moan. “Oh yes.”

I reach down and grab a fistful of Hunter’s hair, tug him up to my mouth, and kiss him, tongue inside, biting his bottom lip until I taste blood. He growls, then pulls away, pinning my arms over my head in a single, practiced move. Lachlan slides lower, mouth hot and wet, then pauses at the entrance of my pussy.

His tongue flicks the ring, the sensation metal and heat and wetness. I buck, but Hunter holds me still, one hand tight around both wrists. Lachlan starts working the ring, tongue swirling and pushing until it starts to slip, then pulls it between his teeth, grinning up at me, his mouth glossy, before pulling it out.

He holds the ring up, and I reach for it, pressing it into my palm. “That’s yours,” he says, voice guttural. “Always was.”

Hunter’s turn. He flips me over, ass in the air, and pulls my cheeks apart. He moans, staring at my tiny pucker.

“Goddamn,” is his rough growl. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, star girl.”

Of course, the second ring is there, winking at him from just inside my anus. He doesn’t hesitate: his tongue is rough, insistent, and the sensation is electric, every nerve alive. He works the ring, tongue and teeth, until it pops out and lands with a slick noise in his palm.

He presses it against my lips, and I open my mouth, sucking it clean before he sets it on the nightstand next to the other.

“I love the taste,” I moan. “Mmm.”

Hunter chuckles. “I always knew our little slut loved the taste of ass. Especially her own,” he adds before tweaking my clit with his fingers.

I moan, long and loud, and they both groan in response. Hunter gets in back of me so that I’m in his lap, facing away, and lines up his cock with my asshole, the tip hard and already dripping.

“You ready?” he asks, breath hot in my ear.

“Always,” I say. “Do it. I want to feel both of you at once. I want you to ruin me.”

Lachlan’s already got his cock in hand, stroking slow, the head dark and angry. He lines up with my pussy, and they both push in at the same time.

“Ooooh!” I scream as I’m penetrated in both holes. “Unnnh!”

The stretch is obscene, more than I remember, but I love it. I arch, push back into both of them, and the sensation is fire, pleasure so raw it’s almost pain. They move together, one in my pussy, one in my ass, the rhythm perfect.

“Fuck,” Hunter grunts.

“Oh shit,” chokes out Lachlan.