“More,” Dominic said.
“Lower.” My voice caught. “Both of you. Lower.”
Dominic went still. “Be specific.”
My face burned. “Dominic. Please.”
“Specific.”
I whined. There was no other word for it.
Rhain’s mouth came to my ear. “He wants the word, kjære. Give him the word. He’s being good for you.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Be good for him.”
My entire body went hot.
“His hand,” I said, barely. “Yours too. Please.”
Dominic’s thumb left the bone above my hip and moved down slowly, and the bond followed the motion exactly. Rhain’s hand moved with him on the other side, just as careful, just as deliberate. The seam of my waistband gave under their fingers before I caught up to what they were doing.
Dominic found me wet.
He set his fingers where I had been asking and did not move. He held me and that was enough.
I came on nothing but the pressure of his hand and the heat of Rhain beside it. No warning. Just the right touch in the right place with bothbonds open enough to turn stillness into a pleasure my body could not survive quietly.
My breath broke. Dominic’s hand stayed where it was, steady through the small aftershock, while Rhain’s mouth remained at my jaw, his breathing uneven against my skin.
“That’s two,” Rhain said, quiet and approving. “Good girl.”
The words went through the right mark before they reached the rest of me.
My body answered him again, softer this time, but clear enough that both men felt it.
Dominic’s fingers flexed.
“Interesting,” he said.
I groaned.
Rhain’s mouth curved against my jaw. “I think she likes being praised.”
“I think she likes being asked,” Dominic said.
My eyes opened. Dominic was watching me now. The look on his face was controlled, but not cold. Focused.
“Little Spy,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Who first?”
My breath stopped. My eyes moved to Rhain.
“Rhain,” I said. “First.”
Rhain went still.
Dominic’s thumb moved against me, almost a reward. “Good. And what do you want him to do?”
