Rhain sat up and gathered me into his lap before I could decide whether my bones were still participating. His arms came around me, loose enough to let me breathe, firm enough that the part of me still shaking knew where to land.
Then he kissed me and when he drew back, his forehead stayed against mine.
“How are you?”
I swallowed. “Amazing.”
His thumb brushed my cheek. “Yes, you are.”
The words landed softly. Then Rhain kissed the corner of my mouth and said nothing more.
Eventually his gaze moved past me to Dominic. Then back to me.
“Do you want to stop?” Rhain asked.
I shook my head before the sentence arrived.
His eyes searched mine for one more breath, making sure the answer was mine and not the bond speaking over me. Then he nodded.
“All right,” he said. “Then tell him.”
He moved beneath me first, slow because the knot had only just released and my body had not entirely remembered how to be separate from his. He kissed my mouth, then my shoulder, then eased himself down the bed until he was lying on his back near the foot, head angled toward the pillows, body stretched beneath the space where he wanted me.
Dominic was already behind me, waiting.
Rhain’s hands found my waist and guided me forward until I was over him, braced above him on my hands and knees. My palms pressed into the mattress on either side of his ribs. My knees settled outside his shoulders. My chest hovered above his face, close enough that his breath warmed the underside of my breast, and my hips lifted behind me where Dominic stood between my thighs.
The position took a second to understand.
Rhain looked up at me from below, the dragon finally at the front of his composure, without apology. His hands slid up my sides to my breasts.
Rhain was beneath me, mouth inches from my skin. Dominic behind me, solid and waiting.
“Tell him what you want,” Rhain said from below me, his voice rough with the effort of staying still.
My fingers curled into the sheet.
“Dominic.”
“Yes.”
“Take me.”
Dominic’s hands tightened at my hips.
“Specific.”
My breath broke. “Take me from behind.”
The blunt heat of Dominic pressed against me first, slow and certain, giving me time to brace. The stretch sent euphoria through meso abruptly my elbows almost gave.
Rhain caught me with his mouth at my breast. Dominic caught me with his hands at my hips. Between them, I stayed upright.
Dominic pressed in to the hilt and held there, breathing hard behind me, not moving yet. The stillness was full of him and Rhain.
Rhain’s hands moved over my breasts, slow and grounding, his mouth following one touch with another until I stopped trying to decide where sensation belonged. His lips moved lower, down the center of me, and the arrangement of us shifted from impossible to inevitable: my chest above his face, my hips lifted to Dominic, Rhain’s mouth close to the place where Dominic was inside me.
He paused there obscenely. Then his mouth found me.
