Page 149 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Once, they would have.

Instead, I slide my hand around the back of his neck.

“And you’re mine.”

Silence.

Caleb’s fingers tighten against me.

Behind him, Lucian releases a slow breath.

I look between them.

Emotions move through me fiercely… Want, trust…

I take Caleb’s hand with one of mine and Lucian’s with the other.

The bedroom doors are already open.

Vegas—the city we just won in—is bright and sparkly beyond the glass.

I stop in the center of the room and turn while Lucian and Caleb fill the doorway, waiting.

“Keep your clothes on,” I say. “I want to wear my dress. I walked out of that salon as the woman who beat Voss at his own table. I want you to take me like that.”

Lucian’s gaze travels over the modest front, the bare back, the silk that hides nothing if anyone stands close enough. “You want us while you are still wearing the dress we chose for tonight?”

“Yes.”

Caleb’s mouth curves. “Then tell us where.”

I tip my chin toward the windows. “There. I want to see it.”

Lucian turns me to face the glass. Caleb gathers the skirt and draws it up until I am exposed to the city and to the woman in the reflection: midnight fabric, two men in black, my rings catching the light.

Caleb slides a palm between my legs and uses two fingers to part me. “You were already like this downstairs.”

“I know.”

“Good. I wanted to hear you admit it.”

I look at them in the glass. “I want to be on my knees. I want to put my mouth on you while you are still wearing those tuxedos.”

Lucian laughs once, quiet and dark. “As you wish, wife.”

I drop. The gown pools around me. I unfasten Lucian first, then Caleb, and take them in turn until my jaw aches and both of them are breathing like men who have forgotten how to negotiate.

“Sophie,” Lucian says, wrecked. “Stand up before I forget every manner I have left.”

I rise because I want to.

Caleb turns me back to the glass and sinks into me from behind on one long thrust. The stretch punches a cry out of me. Lucian drops to his knees in black tie, hooks my thigh over his shoulder, and puts his mouth on my clit while Caleb fucks me in deep, measured strokes.

I come against the window with a sound I cannot swallow.

They do not let me collapse. Lucian lifts me, and my back hits the cold glass. He hitches my thighs around his waist and drives home. Caleb steps in close, and I take him into my mouth because I want both of them at once in the only way I am ready for tonight.

Lucian’s forehead drops to mine. “Look at yourself. That gown. Those rings. You are magnificent.”