Page 205 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

“Please.”

“Not yet.”

“Lucian, I…”

“Do as you’re told, wife. We want you wrecked when you’re allowed to come.”

Caleb’s free hand spans my hip, holding me still when I try to chase the climax they keep just out of reach.

He knows me and my responses so perfectly well.

Every time the coil tightens, Lucian eases the pressure on that spot and Caleb stills inside me, and I hang there, shaking, dripping down their wrists, furious and desperate and so loved I can hardly bear it.

“She’s close,” Caleb says.

Lucian presses against my G-spot again, firmer this time, and my whole body jerks. “Not yet.”

I am sobbing now. Not from pain. From too much. From being back with them. From them taking me in both places at once while Lucian sucks on my nipple like he has all night and no intention of being merciful.

“I can’t hold it.”

“You will.” Caleb stretches me a fraction more, slick and relentless. “Breathe through it. Give us another minute of this. Let us have you like this.”

Another minute is impossible.

They demand it anyway.

Lucian’s mouth tugs my nipple in time with the curl of his fingers. Caleb works me open until I am nothing but shaking and wet sounds and the humiliating, holy knowledge that I would let them keep me here forever if they asked.

Sweat slides between my breasts. My voice breaks on their names.

“Now,” Lucian says at last, and the word is almost tender. “Now you come. Don’t you dare hold a single piece of it back.”

I don’t.

The orgasm rips through me so hard I scream. It is not a pretty sound. It is raw and startled and endless, my body clamping down on Lucian’s fingers and on Caleb’s at the same time, the two rhythms colliding until I cannot tell which climax belongs to which man.

I sob their names. I sob please after I have already been given everything.

My forehead drops to Lucian’s. Tears run hot down my cheeks as he kisses me through it, still working that spot, still sucking my nipple in softening pulls while Caleb holds the stretch and murmurs wrecked praise against my spine.

“That’s it. That’s ours. Let it happen.”

Another wave drags me under, holding me there until I am limp and crying and laughing in the same breath, until the fullness becomes too much and they ease out of me with a care that makes me cry harder.

Caleb gathers me from behind. Lucian keeps my face in his hands.

“I’ve got you,” Lucian says.

“We’ve got you,” Caleb amends and kisses my shoulder.

I can’t respond.

I can only hold on against Lucian’s chest and shake, possessed in every place they asked for, and certain, finally, that the future is ours to create, this time with all the right things.

When I can speak, it is only one word.

“More.”