As if he could sense my trepidation, Ronan said, “Tell us what you want, beautiful. What you need.”
Despite his momentary gruffness at Darius’s interruption, there was nothing in Ronan’s voice now but pure, red-hot fire.
I closed my eyes, suddenly shy.
Was this really happening?
Ronan and Darius both knew that I’d been… well…closewith the other, and Ronan had already told me he was open to the possibility that I might develop feelings for the other guys.
But this was different. This was close…together. At the same time. The two of them, wrapping me in a cocoon of heat and pleasure, touching me…
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I confessed, opening my eyes to meet Darius’s gaze.
His golden eyes shone with new heat. “Never?”
I shook my head.
Despite their thirty-something-year-old bodies, Darius was a centuries-old vampire, and Ronan was a centuries-old demon. They’d probably had lots of practice with threesomes and foursomes and who knew how many other-somes. But me? Until last week with Ronan, my sex life had been hibernating since before the invention of the smartphone.
“It’s just us,” Ronan said, his voice a smoldering whisper. “Darius and me. We’re in this with you no matter what. There’s nothing to be embarrassed or worried about.”
I nodded, comforted by his words, knowing that I could trust them.
“But you have to tell us what you want,” Darius said. “No one is making any assumptions here.”
“I know.” I bit my lip, a flush of heat washing over me. Reaching a hand behind me to caress Ronan’s leg, and one in front to touch Darius’s face, I finally said it out loud. “I want you—both of you—naked in this bed with me.”
Darius stood up to undress. I watched as he carefully unhooked each button on his shirt, slowly revealing the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen. In typical Darius form, he hung the shirt over the back a chair in the corner, careful not to wrinkle it. The pants and boxer briefs were next, sliding down his toned thighs at an agonizingly glacial pace, giving me an unobstructed view of his perfect erection.
My core throbbed with a need so deep it ached.
Just when I feared my body might burst into flames if he didn’t touch me soon, he lifted the sheet and climbed beneath it, and I closed my eyes, taking a moment to appreciate all the little things—the way his whiskey-and-leather scent mingled with Ronan’s smokey cloves-and-campfire. The warmth radiating among us, heating my skin. The rapid beat of my heart. How safe I felt nestled between them, my demon and my vampire.
How much I truly wanted this. Wanted them.
Wordlessly I wrapped my leg around Darius’s hip and reached for his cock, stroking his perfect length as Ronan slid into me from behind, filling me completely.
“Relax,” Ronan murmured into my hair, sensing my lingering awkwardness. “Let us do this for you. Let us make you feel good.”
“I just…” I squeezed my eyes shut, still a bit uncertain. I wanted this more than anything, but the moment felt big and overwhelming—at least to me. I didn’t want to misread anything. “I don’t want to make assumptions, either. Are you sure you guys are into this?”
“We’re into this,” they said simultaneously, and I laughed, the last of my doubts eradicated by another one of Ronan’s expertly-positioned thrusts.
Darius captured my gasp of pleasure with a kiss that unleashed a hundred butterflies in my stomach, and I tightened my fist around him, elated that he’d finally allowed me to touch him. Tofeelhim.
To make him lose a little bit of that control he prided himself on.
With my other hand, I reached behind me again, seeking Ronan, wanting him to know how much I loved him. How much I needed him. I curled my hand over his hip and squeezed, pouring everything I felt into that touch, into my kiss for Darius, into all of this.
A growl rumbled deep in Ronan’s chest, his cock thickening inside me as he rocked his hips, the pleasure inside me building as the three of us created our perfect harmony of kisses and heartbeats and sighs and searing-hot caresses.
As the candles melted down to nubs, throwing the last of their dancing shadows on the wall, I inhaled the mingled scents of Ronan and Darius again, my chest fluttery and warm. I felt so close to them. So connected.
So cared for.
When the last candle finally winked out and the moon rose higher in the sky, I pulled away from Darius’s kiss, finding new confidence in the darkening room.
Safe in our private bubble of pure ecstasy, in the one place where I felt free to wish for beautiful, impossible things, I said, “I want to feel you inside me.”
