Page 78 of The Betrothal

I gasped. Holy fuck.

Ben’s hands met Seb’s, both holding my hips above the thick length of Ben’s cock; they waited.

I dipped my head in agreement, and they lowered me gently onto Ben.

The shudder of his breath tickled over my ear and my arousal roared to life, clenching on him and he growled at the pressure. The noise new from Ben, but in this moment, the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Thrusting forwards, he lifted us until we were both on our knees, where Seb pulled us against him, his arms locking me in place.

The slow withdrawal as Ben lowered himself away from me had me whimpering.

“Don’t worry, Killer. He’s not finished with you yet.” Seb’s words were punctuated by Ben driving back up into me. Hard.

The air rushed from my lungs at the impact; he then gripped my hips and began driving into me. The way they had tilted my hips had Ben rubbing against the spot inside me that had stars forming in my vision, an orgasm building.

As Seb watched, I moaned. His jaw hung open as he looked between Ben and me, the pulsing of his renewed erection pressed into my stomach, and I swear I almost blacked out with desire.

“Please, Ben,” I begged him desperately.

He swept my hair away from my back and began laying urgent kisses along my neck. “Don’t beg me, Sugar.”

“Seb?” I watched his chest heave, his hips rolling the now solid hard-on into my soft flesh. “Please, Seb?”

His nostrils flared. “Fucking hell,” he growled, sliding his thigh into the tight space between mine, as deeply as he could have given the way Ben’s legs framed the outside of them. “You can ride my thigh.”

I gasped at his words.

“She likes it when you speak like that,” Ben panted.

Seb’s delight at this revelation was evident.

“Sugar, I want you to ride his thigh. Now.” Ben’s quiet words were an order.

That was all the instruction I needed. Every deep thrust from Ben had me rolling my hips over Seb’s toned thighs.

Seb didn’t look away, watching me, and I realised that the embarrassment I’d expected to feel was absent.

“Izzy.” Ben’s tone turned urgent.

I whimpered, my body tensing.

“That’s it, Killer. Let me see.” Seb’s fingers clamped around my nipple, the shot of pain complemented by Ben’s teeth sinking into my shoulder.

I came again on a scream, Ben cursing with me as he fell over the edge at exactly the same time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ISABELLE

My body was sore, but in the best way. A tightness in my thighs, a warmth between my legs, and a sharp throb in the teeth marks on my neck.

I felt amazing, lying around and avoiding taking a shower or generally getting moving. Was it wrong that I didn’t want to wash them off my body yet?

The smile I wore was genuine. Seb had been slowly dismantling my walls ever since I arrived, and now they were gone. Seb and Ben together had decimated them. I was seen, cared for, and based on last night – adored.

Ben had held me while Seb peppered me with kisses, then tucked me in, insisting they give me peace and quiet and I had been out like a light the moment they left me.

I was happy, something I wouldn’t have dared dream after the showdown yesterday, and I wouldn’t even allow the creeping reminder of my uncertain future to ruin this for me. Not today. One single day.