“Look at me,” he said, voice stripped down to want.
I looked, and he did not look away as he pressed up, slow and careful. I let him have another inch.
Then I smiled and came down the rest of the way.
The moan left him before he could stop it.
Rhain held me at the hilt, his hands firm at my waist, his eyes still locked on mine as the bond at the right of my throat flared so sharp I felt it behind my ribs. For one breath, neither of us moved. There was only the fullness of him, the heat of his body under mine, and Dominic beside us, silent and present enough that the left mark stayed warm even without his hand on it.
Rhain’s thumbs pressed at my waist.
“Tell me you’re ready.”
My breath caught. “Take me. Please.”
He moved.
Slowly at first. Up into me, then holding still while I found the shape of him. I lifted, and on the next stroke he pulled me down, the motion shared between us until I could not tell which one of us had started it. The right mark burned with every stroke, and when Dominic’s palm returned to the left side of my throat, the second channel opened under his hand and folded into the first. Rhain’s pleasure climbed into me and Dominic’s answered, both of them arriving as mine before they reached each other through the center of me.
My head tipped back.
Dominic was there immediately, his mouth at my ear. “Good?”
“Yes.”
Rhain’s hands tightened. “Look at me.”
I did.
He moved again, deeper this time, and the bond answered so hard my fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Please.”
His mouth curved, but his eyes were already gone, slitted and bright. “Please what, kjære?”
“Faster.”
Dominic’s thumb moved over the left mark, slow and deliberate, and the word came out of me again before I could stop it. “Please.”
That did it.
Rhain’s control broke by degrees. His rhythm changed first, the careful lift and fall becoming harder, more certain, his hands guiding me down to meet every thrust. Dominic stayed behind me, but he was no longer only holding me steady. His mouth found the mark at the left side of my throat, lips pressing over the claim with slow, deliberate heat as his hand slid lower over my stomach.
The second channel opened under his mouth.
Rhain drove the first one bright.
Dominic’s fingers found my clit, and the touch was careful for exactly one breath, and his mouth tightened over the mark when I jolted. The two sensations met inside me so sharply that I lost the rhythm Rhain had been setting.
Rhain caught me. His hands locked at my waist and pulled me down onto him as Dominic circled me with slow, exact pressure, his mouth still sealed over his claim. Every stroke from Rhain lit the right mark. Every movement of Dominic’s fingers rang through the left. The two channels no longer pulled against each other.
They braided.
What Rhain gave me ran through the center of me to Dominic and came back brighter, and what Dominic gave me ran the other way and returned brighter still, each pass through my body folding their pleasure into mine until I had stopped being able to find the seams.
My head fell back against Dominic’s shoulder.
His breath moved against the mark. “There.”
