“But this… It still doesn’t seem fair for me to want more than one man.”
“I already told you,” Kirin says, “if your heart has room for more, I wouldn’t dream of denying you that.”
“None of us would,” Baz says, tracing a soft circle on my upper thigh.
I laugh, suddenly remembering something Ani said on our first hike together.
“What’s so funny?” Kirin asks.
“Ani.”
“Slow your roll, hot cakes,” Baz says. “You’ve got a thing for the Gingersnap, too?”
“I… yes.” What’s the point in denying it?
“Insatiable,” Kirin whispers.
“Not to mention a total buzzkill,” Baz teases. “Ani? We can’t compete with that. That man is the best one of the lot.”
“Maybe so,” Kirin says, his lips buzzing along my jaw. “But he’s not here now, is he?”
Baz lets out a soft sigh, his breath tickling my bare shoulder as he shifts to get closer.
“No,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “He’s not.”
“He said I should… I should admit my feelings. That maybe we could find a way to… to share.”
“Honestly, I don’t see how we have a choice,” Baz says. “It’s right there in our oath.”
Kirin laughs, reciting the very line I know Baz is thinking of. “Among brothers in blood, all things are shared…”
I laugh. “Well, if it’s in the oath, who are we to deny it?”
“Exactly.” Kirin flutters light kisses along my jawline, his fingers trailing down between my thighs as Baz slides his hand up to cup my breast.
A rush of heat floods my core, and I let out a soft sigh, my hips already arching for more.
I’ve never been with two men before. Before meeting Kirin and Baz, I’d barely been withoneman; my last pre-Baz, pre-Academy encounter was a rock climber from Colorado passing through Tres Búhos—nothing more than a quick roll in the sack that ended before I was even sure it began.
But now… Goddess, the feelings are so intense, the images coming to my mind unbidden—Cernunnos and his forbidden meadow, the flashes of lightning and thunder I’ve come to associate with Kirin. My Devil and my Tower, each of them so different, yet coming together so perfectly, fulfilling my wildest desires. Healing my heart. Falling in love with me just as I have fallen in love with them, over and over again, a little more with each touch and kiss and sigh.
I don’t know where to feel. Where to focus. I’m surrounded by them, by their hands, by their mouths, by their hard, smooth cocks. I can’t get enough.
In a tangle of limbs and heat, the three of us find our rhythm. I roll onto my hip and reach for Baz, kissing him hard as his fingers slide down to my clit, stroking and teasing with a featherlight touch. Behind me, Kirin bites the back of my neck, gently urging my legs apart. The head of his cock teases my entrance, and I arch back, urging him inside.
Slowly, agonizingly, Kirin slides into me, moaning softly in my ear as Baz increases the pressure on my clit, breaking our kiss and lowering his mouth to my nipple. He grazes it with his teeth and bites gently, flicking it with his tongue, making me cry out in pleasure and pain, all of it conspiring to shatter me.
Kirin’s cock thickens inside me as his slow thrusts become more erratic, deeper, less retrained. Baz makes his way back to my mouth, and I reach down for his cock, stroking him hard and fast, caught up in the wild, uninhibited frenzy.
My heart is racing as fast as my breath, my skin slick with sweat, my ears filling with the sounds of their deep moans as we drive each other to the absolute brink.
Kirin grips my hip, his pace quickening, his whole body slamming into me as my thighs tremble from the pleasure of his thrusts, from Baz’s fingers on my clit, from his mouth on my neck.
“Stevie, I’m right there,” Kirin grinds out, his fingers digging hard into my hip, and I arch back against his thrusts, tightening my body around him, urging him right over the edge.
Kirin cries out, his body shuddering hard against my backside, setting off a chain reaction inside me. I come in white-hot rush, moaning into Baz’s mouth as I squeeze his cock, stroking him hard and fast until he tumbles right over the cliff with us.
When our heartbeats finally return to normal and I manage to catch my breath, I roll onto my back and take their hands in mine, holding them against my chest. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, considering everything we’ve already been through together. Everything we still have to face. But when I whisper into the darkness that I love them, and I feel the fierce, overpowering energy of their love returned to me, I know in my heart that this is what forever feels like.
