Page 97 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

My name sounds rough in Caleb’s throat.

Lucian settles his hand at my nape, warm, claiming, drawing my attention back to him without taking it away from Caleb.

For a moment, I study the two of them together: Lucian’s long, devastating lines. Caleb’s scarred, massive body.

When Lucian comes to me, he is warm skin and intent. He kisses me again. Caleb’s mouth finds my shoulder, my breast, the inside of my wrist. Slowly, patiently, they replace fear with sensation. Every time my body tightens, they notice. Every time I relax, they notice that too.

The person surrendering is the center.

Tonight that person is me.

Lucian draws back. His forehead rests against mine.

“Sophie. If you want to stop, say it.”

“I promise I will.”

Fierce possession flickers in his eyes, and he settles between my thighs. I feel him, hot and blunt, and my body tightens on instinct.

He freezes.

Caleb’s hand strokes slowly along my arm. “Breathe.”

Even though I do, it’s not enough.

I’m nervous, and I’m scared I can’t do it.

Lucian seems to know it. “You’re not quite ready.”

Gently he kisses the inside of my knee. Then higher. The contrast makes me jolt—the heat of him after the almost stretch of his cock.

Caleb shifts up the bed, gathering both of my wrists in one hand and pinning them loosely above my head. Not trapping. Anchoring. His other hand spreads my thighs wider for Lucian.

“Let him,” Caleb murmurs against my temple. “We’ve got you.”

Lucian doesn’t tease the way I expect. He looks at me first, midnight-blue and intent, like this is another vow. Then he lowers his head and drags his tongue through me in one slow, filthy line.

The sound I make is humiliating.

He hums against me, pleased, and does it again. Flatter. Deeper. He finds the slick he already put there and uses it, licking me open with devastating patience. When his mouth closes over my clit, my back arches off the bed.

Caleb’s grip tightens on my wrists. “There she is.”

Lucian sucks. Soft, then not soft. One of his hands holds my hip down when I try to twist away from the intensity. The other slides under my thigh and lifts, opening me so he can lick lower, circling my entrance without pushing in.

I am already soaked. Under his mouth, I become worse. Hot. Messy. Digging my heels into the mattress.

“Please.”

He lifts his head just enough to speak against my skin. “Please what?”

I don’t have a dignified answer. “Don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

Then Caleb moves.

He releases my wrists only to change places with Lucian, a silent trade that makes my head spin. Lucian comes up my body and takes my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. Caleb settles between my thighs like he was built for the space.