I took Rhain into my mouth, as deep as I could, his hand fisting careful in my hair, and at the same moment Dominic’s mouth closed over me from below. The two sensations arrived together and the bond braided them into one. Every slow drag of Dominic’s tongue ran up through the left mark. Every sound Rhain made ran down through the right. I moaned around Rhain, and Rhain’s hips jerked at the vibration of it.
Then Dominic’s mouth left me for a breath, and his hand took its place, and one slick fingertip pressed against my backside, gentle, asking. Warming me. Getting me ready for the part of the night we both knew was coming.
“Breathe out,” he said against me, and I did, and the finger pressed in to the first knuckle while his tongue came back to my clit at the same instant, so the burn never once arrived alone.
I rode both. His finger and his mouth, the two rhythms he refused to let drift apart, while above me Rhain came undone in pieces. “Akkurat sånn,” he breathed.Just like that.“Look at you. Faen, kjære, you take all of us at once and you still want more.” His hand tightened in myhair, not pulling, only holding, an anchor for the two of us.
The finger worked deeper, the tongue worked harder, and the pressure climbed in a place that had no patience left in it. I lost my rhythm on Rhain. He forgave me for it in two languages. The edge came up fast and total, and this time there was no holding it.
“Count,” Dominic said again, the word vibrating straight into me.
“Two.” I could barely shape it around Rhain. “Two, I cannot, I am,two,” and I came riding his face and his finger at once, both marks ringing, the whole of me clenching down on him while my mouth went frenzied and desperate on Rhain.
Rhain went over the edge a heartbeat after me. He said my name, and then he said something in Norwegian that was not a word so much as a sound, and he came in my mouth while Dominic held me down on his tongue and worked me through the last of it and would not let me go.
When I could lift my head again, Dominic eased me off him and sat up, and his hands found the last of the dress.
“This,” he said, “comes off.”
He took it the rest of the way down, slow, his eyes on me the whole time, until there was nothing left between any of us and skin.
Dominic put his mouth to the base of my spine and kissed his way up, slow, one vertebra at a time, until he reached my shoulder and set his lips to it without biting.
“Can I take you here,” he said against the mark. His palm was already spread over the curve of my ass, his thumb tracing where his fingers had been.
“Please.” I did not make him ask twice. “Please. Yes.”
He laid me forward into Rhain, and Rhain caught me against his chest, and while Dominic pressed slow against me, Rhain set to work on the front of me, every sting chased immediately by his mouth. His mouth found one nipple and then the other, his tongue flat and circling, then his teeth closing by degrees until the ache crossed all the way over into the other thing and I gasped against his collarbone. Then his hand slid down between us and his thumb settled on my clit, slow patient circles, while behind me Dominic worked himself into me an inch at a time.
The stretch was wide and solid and total, more than fingers, more than anything, and my body did not know what to do with it and then learned the way it had learned everything this year, by being given no choice but pleasure. Cold ran up my spine. Heat rolled back down it. Something electric crossed the two in the middle and lit every nerve I owned at once, so that I shook between them, full at the back and worked at the front, held the whole time by two sets of hands that had spent a year learning exactly how to hold me.
“Breathe out,” Dominic said, and I did, and he seated the last of himself in me on the exhale, and Rhain pressed harder at my clit in the same instant, and the sound that left me was not a word in any language I owned.
Rhain did not stop. He worked me through the fullness and past it, his mouth at my ear now, soft and merciless. “There she is.”
I came with Dominic seated deep and Rhain’s thumb at my clit and both marks ringing, the orgasm rolling up out of the place they had filled and breaking outward through all of me, and Dominic held still inside me so I felt every pulse of it clamp down on him.
“Count,” he said, rough.
“Three.” I barely had it.
“Good girl.”
I had spent my whole life counting. Steps to an exit. Seconds between shift changes. The distance from a door to the nearest cover. The numbers had always been the one thing that stayed mine, the private ledger no one else could touch. Now they belonged to the two of them, and handing them over had stopped feeling like surrender a long time ago. It felt like being kept.
Rhain was hard again against my hip, the dragon in him past the question of recovery, and the bond carried his want into me until I could not tell it from my own.
“Now you,” I told him. “Both of you. I want both of you.”
Dominic eased out of me, and the empty was sudden and obscene, and he gave me no time to mourn it. Rhain lay back, and Dominic lifted me and set me down astride him, and I sank onto Rhain in one long slide that pulled a cry straight out of me at the simple relief of being filled at the front. Then Dominic came down over my back, pressed meforward into Rhain’s chest, and worked himself into me again behind, and the two of them were inside me at once.
For a breath none of us moved, and the stillness was its own unbearable thing. Rhain at the front. Dominic at the back. The thin wall of me between them, so thin that every shift of one pressed the other against it through my body.
Then they found the rhythm.
They found it together, without a word, the way they did everything now, Rhain driving up into me while Dominic drew back, then Dominic pushing deep while Rhain eased off, the two of them passing me between them on a single current until I could not have told you where one man ended and the other began. Rhain’s hands were at my hips. Dominic’s mouth was at the left of my throat. Every stroke ran the bond in a closed loop. Rhain reached Dominic through me and Dominic answered him the same way, the loop gathering heat at every turn, the three of us one current that only ever completed like this.
It was Dominic who broke first, and only because he chose to. He drew nearly out, his breath gone ragged at my nape, his hand clamping at my hip.
