My breath was coming too fast now. “I want your hands.”
Dominic’s hand flexed at my hip. “Where?”
I closed my eyes.
Mistake.
With my eyes closed, there was only them. Dominic at my side, warm and solid. Rhain in front of me, his breath touching the right mark. Both bonds open. Both waiting. Both of them making room for me to choose the shape of what happened next.
“Tell us, Little Spy,” Dominic said. “Or we will find out another way.”
My eyes opened.
Dominic’s hand spread at my ribs, five steady points of contact. His thumb rested against the bone above my hip, his fingers along the line of my ribcage, and the bond at the left of my throat warmed the moment he set the pressure.
Rhain watched my face as his hand found my other hip, lower thanDominic’s, his fingers slowly tracing the seam where my waistband met my skin.
He did not move beneath it. He only waited. My hips lifted on their own.
Rhain’s eyes darkened. “There,” he said softly.
Dominic’s mouth touched the left mark, and the bond pulled so hard at the center of me that the next breath came out broken.
“That is one,” Dominic said against my throat. “We can work with that.”
Heat climbed into my face, but embarrassment had started to blur at the edges. There was too much contact. Too much warmth. Too much relief in the bond every time one of them found a place my body knew how to answer.
Dominic peeled the shirt up by inches. His knuckles brushed my ribs, careful, while Rhain’s hand slid beneath the cotton, just the heel of his palm finding the underside of my breast.
My breath left me.
Rhain’s mouth came to my jaw, the slow press of his lips against the line of bone. He moved one inch and pressed again. Another inch, and again.
When I caught his eyes, they had gone vertical. He let me see them. He let me see what lived underneath the patience. The patience was not patient. It was restraint with its leash gone slack.
Dominic worked the shirt over my head, his thumb brushing my nape as the fabric cleared my hair. The room was warm. The bra came next, one clean motion at the clasp, no fumbling, no production.
Dominic’s mouth came down at my collarbone. The flat of his lips touched bone first, then skin, then the place just beneath the mark. His tongue followed, slow and careful, and the left bond answered with a deep ringing pull that went all the way down through my ribs to the base of my spine.
Rhain’s mouth moved lower at the other side, lips brushing the line of my throat until he reached the right mark. He did not touch it yet. He breathed there. Waiting.
My bodyarched toward him.
Rhain’s hand tightened at my hip. “Another one.”
Dominic’s voice was rougher. “Good.”
A small, desperate sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.
Dominic’s mouth hovered over the left mark. “Show us what you need next, Little Spy.”
My hips lifted.
“Please.”
The word arrived before I knew I had decided to say it.
Rhain hummed, quiet, against my jaw. Dominic’s arm tightened around me from behind.
