Sixty-Nine
Winter
Iwoke tangled in warm limbs and soft breathing, the way I'd grown accustomed to in our oversized king bed. The morning light filtered through curtains Fenric had selected for their "optimal light diffusion properties," casting everything in gentle gold.
Rook was between my legs.
That registered slowly, through the haze of sleep and the delicious weight of his mouth already working against me. His dark hair tickled my inner thighs as his tongue moved with deliberate precision, each stroke sending sparks up my spine.
"Good morning to you too," I gasped, my hips arching involuntarily.
He hummed against me, the vibration making me clench around nothing. His amber eyes flicked up to meet mine, holding my gaze as he sucked gently on my clit. The intensity of his stare, combined with the skilled movement of his mouth, had me gripping the sheets within moments.
To my left, Zane and Milo were locked in their own morning ritual. Zane's lean frame pressed against Milo's softer curves, their mouths fused together in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and reverent. Milo's hands fisted in Zane's silver-streaked hair as Zane's clever fingers worked between his legs.
"Look at them," Fenric's voice came from the chair beside the bed, low and commanding. "See how beautiful they are together?"
I turned my head to find him fully dressed in his crisp morning attire, tablet balanced on his knee, watching us with predatory focus. His blue eyes held that particular intensity that meant he was cataloging every response, every sound, filing it away for later reference.
"Rook," Fenric's tone sharpened. "Slower. She's not going anywhere."
Rook's rhythm immediately adjusted, his tongue moving in languid strokes that had me whimpering with frustration. He knew exactly how to build me up, how to keep me teetering on the edge without letting me fall.
"Zane," Fenric continued without looking away from me. "Show Milo what we discussed."
Zane broke their kiss, trailing his mouth down Milo's throat to his collarbone. His hands shifted, and Milo cried out as Zane's fingers found that perfect spot inside him. The sound was raw, needy, and it made my own arousal spike higher.
"That's it," Fenric murmured approvingly. "Perfect technique. Winter, watch them. See how Milo responds when Zane touches him just right?"
I could barely focus on anything except Rook's mouth and the coil of pleasure building low in my belly. But I managed to turn my head, watching as Zane worked Milo with skilled precision. Milo's back was arched, his face flushed with pleasure,small sounds escaping his lips with each movement of Zane's fingers.
"Beautiful," Fenric breathed. "All of you. Absolutely beautiful."
Rook added a finger alongside his tongue, stretching me carefully as he continued his assault on my clit. The dual sensation had me gasping, my thighs trembling around his head.
"Please," I managed, not sure if I was begging Rook or Fenric or the universe itself.
"Please what?" Fenric's voice held that edge of control that made my stomach flutter. "Use your words."
"I need…" I broke off as Rook curved his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "I need more."
"Rook," Fenric commanded. "Give her what she needs."
Rook's mouth left me, and I whined at the loss. But then he was moving up my body, positioning himself between my spread thighs. His cock pressed against my entrance, hot and hard and exactly what I was craving.
He pushed inside slowly, stretching me deliciously as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming after the teasing of his mouth, and I cried out as pleasure crashed over me in waves.
Beside us, Zane had positioned himself behind Milo, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both tender and desperate. Milo's hands gripped the sheets as Zane thrust into him, each movement drawing broken sounds from both of them.
"Perfect," Fenric murmured, his voice rough with arousal despite his composed appearance. "Look how well you all fit together. How perfectly you complement each other."
Rook's movements were controlled, powerful, each thrust driving deeper than the last. His hands gripped my hips as he seta rhythm that had me spiraling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
"Don't come yet," Fenric ordered, his tone brooking no argument. "Wait for permission."
The command sent a jolt through me, the combination of control and care that was so perfectly Fenric. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the orgasm that was building with each of Rook's thrusts.
Zane's breathing had become ragged as he moved inside Milo, his usual composure cracking as pleasure overwhelmed him. "Fen," he gasped. "I can't…!"
