Rhain’s eyes flashed up to mine, the black of his pupils wrong for the light.
“Yes,” he said, voice wrecked. “There.”
Rhain pushed deep and stayed there for one suspended second, his breath catching.
Then his hips locked.
The base of him swelled, catching at the entrance and holding, and the sensation dragged through the right mark, hot and fast.
The orgasm rolled through me, through Rhain, through the mark at the left of my throat under Dominic’s palm. Rhain came inside me at the second wave. His hips were locked. He couldn’t have pulled out if he had wanted to. He pressed his forehead to my collarbone and held me there.
I came down onto Rhain’s chest slowly, the knot holding us together, my body still taking the shape of him in small, helpless pulses.
Rhain’s arms stayed around me, one hand spread at my back, the other curved at my hip. He was breathing hard beneath me, face turned into my hair, his claim at my throat still lit.
Dominic moved. I felt the shift in the bed. The change in the air at my left side. His hand left the mark at my throat only long enough for him to strip with the same controlled efficiency he brought to everything else.
His pupils had gone vertical, his mouth set in a line too controlled to be calm. One hand stroked himself slowly, almost absently, as if his control were an object he could close in his fist.
“Catalina.”
My eyes lifted to his.
He came onto the bed at my left, knees beside Rhain’s ribs, still stroking himself as he settled close enough that I could feel his heat. Rhain’s hand tightened at my back beneath me.
“Tell me what you want next,” Dominic said.
The knot held me on Rhain. I could not move much. I did not need to.
I turned my face toward Dominic. “You,” I breathed. “In my mouth.”
He moved closer, but not all the way. Even now, even like this, he waited for me to choose the distance.
“Good,” he said. “Open.”
I did.
He gave me one inch and stopped. His hand tightened at the mark on my throat, and the bond surged harder than it had any right to. I understood then that it was reading all of us at once: Rhain locked inside me, Dominic in my mouth, both claims awake.
My palms braced on the bed at either side of Rhain’s ribs. Every time I lowered my mouth over Dominic, Rhain’s body shifted beneath me by the smallest amount, the movement enough to remind me I was full of him, held by him, unable to separate one sensation from the other.
Dominic’s hand stayed at the left mark on my throat.
Rhain’s hand moved between my thighs. The first brush of his fingers over my clit made my mouth falter around Dominic.
Dominic’s fingers tightened gently at my jaw, not forcing me, only holding my attention while he watched the reaction take me apart.
“Again,” he said.
I took him deeper by another inch, slow enough to feel the weight of him on my tongue, the heat of him, the way his breath went out a half-beat slow every time my mouth closed around him. Rhain’s fingers circled me at the same time, patient and precise, and the bond caught both sensations before I could decide which one belonged to which man.
Dominic’s breath broke first. Then mine. Rhain rumbled his approval beneath me, his hand still moving between my thighs while I worked Dominic with my mouth and both bonds held me open.
Dominic reached his hand down between my thighs, sliding through the wet heat of me first before drifting farther back with careful intent. The pad of his finger found the tight ring of muscle there and circled, slow and questioning, without pressing in.
I moaned around him.
Dominic stopped immediately.
