“More everything. Stop being so fucking controlled and just—”
Thane growls against my skin, actually growls, and suddenly his hands are on my shorts, yanking them down my legs. Stellan’s fingers withdraw—I whimper at the loss—and then Thane is lifting me, pinning me against the wall with his hips, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is rough, the careful control finally cracking. “Less patience?”
“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him. “God, yes.”
He reaches between us, freeing himself, and then he’s pressing into me—slow, so slow, inch by inch until he’s fully seated and I’m gasping against his shoulder.
“Still okay?” he asks, voice strained.
“If you ask me that one more time, I’m going to—”
He pulls out and slams back in, and the rest of my threat dissolves into a moan.
Stellan watches us from a few feet away, arms crossed, expression hungry but controlled. “Harder,” he says. “She can take it.”
Thane’s hips snap forward, driving me into the wall, and I cry out. He does it again, and again, setting a rhythm that steals my breath.
“That’s it.” Stellan moves closer, one hand sliding into my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at you. Taking everything he gives you.”
“Stellan—”
“Shh.” He kisses me, soft and slow, a counterpoint to Thane’s relentless pace. When he pulls back, his eyes are molten. “You’re doing so well.”
The praise hits something deep. My inner walls clench around Thane, and he groans.
“She liked that,” Thane manages.
“I noticed.” Stellan’s hand slides down between us, finding where Thane and I are joined, and his fingers find my clit. “Let’s see what else she likes.”
The dual sensation—Thane driving into me while Stellan’s fingers work my clit—is overwhelming. I’m caught between them, unable to do anything but feel.
“She’s close,” Stellan observes.
“I can feel it.” Thane shifts his angle, hitting something deeper, and I see stars. “There?”
“There.”
“Excellent.”
Stellan’s fingers speed up, matching Thane’s rhythm, and I’m climbing fast, too fast—
“Not yet.” Stellan’s hand stills, and I sob in frustration.
“What—why—”
“Because I want to watch you break.” His voice is pure silk. “And you’re not quite there yet.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He kisses my jaw, my throat, the spot just below my ear. “You love that we know exactly how to take you apart.”
Thane slows his pace, rolling his hips instead of thrusting, keeping me on the edge without letting me fall. “Tell us what you need.”
“I need to come,” I grit out. “Please.”
“Please what?” Stellan’s fingers trace circles around my clit, never quite giving me enough pressure.
