His fingers trail across my skin. When he brushes over my nipple, the contact is featherlight but devastating. Goosebumps rise instantly, and a soft sound slips from my throat before I can swallow it.
“Tell me,” He breathes, lips skimming against my ear. “Do you want us both?”
I do. I want them both—more than anything. To be worshipped, claimed, and used by the two men I love.
Ronan moves with an effortless and dangerous grace that he usually hides from me. He circles the rocks that cradle the water like a king surveying his domain. With each step, he comes closer until he is standing directly in front of me, his blue eyes dark and locked onto mine.
“I can smell your desire, little witch. Bet you’re soaking wet for both of us right now.”
Heat flared deep in my core—guilty as sin.
I parted my lips, tongue brushing over them, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Ronan.
Malriks' hand slid deliberately down between my thighs, his fingertips teasing the wetness of my slit. I bit back a moan, heat roaring through me like wildfire.
His voice dropped to a wicked rasp, dark and hungry. “What do you say, Roro? Ready to fuck our girl’s mouth while I wreck that perfect little pussy of hers?”
A whimper escapes before I can suppress it, my thighs instinctively pressing together and trapping his hand.
I was soaked.
Ronan's low chuckle rolled over my skin like thunder, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “She is dripping, huh?”
He steps impossibly closer, fingers tracing down my chest, slowly circling my nipple before tugging lightly.
“Tell me, baby, do you want my cock filling that pretty mouth while he eats you from behind? Is that what you're aching for?”
My breath caught, legs threatening to give out. There was no hiding it.
I nodded, lips parting on a whimper. “Yes… please.”
Then he kisses me, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that leaves no room for air. At the same time, Malriks’ finger slides inside me, aiming for that spot that undoes me. I moan into Ronan’s mouth as Malrik growls behind me, “So fucking tight for me.”
Their hands, their mouths, their voices—everything surrounded me, claimed me, made it impossible to concentrate on anything else but them.
I was completely and utterly theirs.
“Let’s give our woman what she wants,” Malrik growls out.
His fingers glide away from my thighs, leaving me aching, empty, and desperate. Then his hands are on my shoulders, guiding me down. My knees hit the cold stone, and my breath catches sharply in my chest as Ronan’s mouth leaves mine—only for Malrik to push me forward, bending me until my palms are flat against the edge of the rock, my back arched just the way he wants.
“Perfect,” his hand lands flat between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. “Now, Roro, do you only take orders from our little witch… or will you obey me too?”
Ronan's blue eyes darken, his arousal rolling off him in waves. His voice drops, rough and defiant. “I don't take orders from anyone.”
Malriks' low chuckle vibrates through the air behind me, dark and taunting. “That's a lie, and we both know it,” he purrs, his finger gliding down to stroke my slit, circling my clit in slow, torturous patterns that make my body twitch. “I heard you begging from the other room… obeying every filthy order you were given.”
“You were listening?”
“Obviously. I would never miss out on listening to her moan as she comes.”
Not surprising at all.
I licked my lips, watching the fire ignite in Ronan's eyes, his body tense with resistance.
“Take your cock out,” Malrik ordered. “Show her how fucking hard you are.”
He goes still at first, annoyance simmering just beneath the surface. I can see it in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders lock like he's a breath away from telling Malrik to fuck off. But then, with a slow, ragged curse, his hand shoves past the waistband of his joggers. He drags them down, until his cock springs free—thick, flushed, glistening at the tip, proof of just how badly he wants this, no matter how much he hates giving in to Malrik.
