Page 204 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

They shift me with a tenderness that would have once seemed impossible.

Lucian keeps me astride him, my chest to his, while Caleb reaches past us for the small bottle in the drawer of the side table—practical, unromantic, and intimate.

He warms the slick gel between his fingers first.

Then, because I am already so wet it embarrasses me, he gathers that too.

Caleb kisses the base of my spine. “Breathe for me.”

I do.

His slick fingertip traces the tight, secret place I have thought about in the dark and never asked for out loud. He does not push. He circles—patient, filthy, and careful in the same motion—until my body stops treating the touch as an intrusion and starts leaning back into it.

“That’s it,” he says. “You don’t have to perform this. You only have to let us love you here too.”

When he presses inward, it is slow enough that I feel every increment of stretch. The burn is bright and brief. Lucian holds my face and kisses me through it, swallowing the sound I make, praising me in a voice I have never heard him use in a boardroom.

“Good. So good.”

Caleb works the slick in again and again, until the burn thins into a deep, shocking fullness. One finger. Only one. It is still enough to unmake my sense of where I end. Lucian’s hand slides between us and finds my clit, matching Caleb’s rhythm, and the two sensations braid until I cannot tell which man is teaching my body the new language.

“Stay with us,” Lucian coaches. “We want you here when you come. I want you to know who you came home to.”

Caleb moves in close to my ear. “Ride it.”

He slides in a second finger, intrusively, stretching me, taking me in a way I never have been before.

I’m so full, shaking.

“That’s it.” Lucian slides two fingers into my pussy, and the fit of him against Caleb is so complete that a broken sound leaves me before I can stop it.

I am full in a way I have never been full.

Caleb’s fingers are seated in that tighter place, stretching me with a patience that feels like worship and theft at the same time while Lucian curls inside me and finds the swollen spot that makes my vision narrow.

He hooks. Presses. Rubs in a slow, devastating rhythm that has nothing to do with haste and everything to do with owning every inch of the yes I just gave them.

“Look at me,” he says.

I try. My mouth is open. My thighs are shaking around his.

He leans in to draw one of my nipples into his mouth.

The heat of it is a shock on top of everything else. He sucks deep, then harder, tongue working the peak while his fingers keep that merciless hook against my G-spot. Caleb adds a slick twist behind me, stretching me farther, and I make a noise I do not recognize as mine.

“Don’t you dare come.” Lucian’s words are insistent against my breast. “Fight it.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” Caleb’s mouth is at my ear, voice scraped raw. “You wanted the future. This is the part where you stay inside it long enough to feel what we are.”

They do not speed up.

It’s simultaneously their punishment and their gift.

Lucian finger-fucks me in deep, intentional strokes that drag against that place until my stomach clenches. Caleb matches him from behind, not thrusting so much as opening me, teaching my body to accept the stretch, to want it, to rock back for more even as tears start in my eyes.

Lucian releases my nipple only long enough to look at the wet, reddened peak. Then he takes the other one, sucking until I sob.