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The string between them stretches further, as Kenan says nothing at first. Just their breathing between them as they seem to speak without words. Then, just when I think Kenan might reject whatever it is that Tobias is offering, he speaks.

“Too damn long, baby,” Kenan says.

Then the string between them breaks in a quick, earth-shattering moment.

Tobias leans in, capturing Kenan’s lips in a kiss that speaks of years lost between them. Kenan’s hand slides from my waist to grab Tobias’s jaw as he devours him whole. I watch mesmerized, feeling Kenan’s body soften against mine even as his other hand on my waist tightens – his fingers digging into the skin there. Tobias’s fingers trace my collarbone, dipping lower to the edge of my top, his fingers working the buttons of my shirt.

Behind me, Kenan’s hand slides from my waist to just under the hem. They break apart as the cool air of the tent raises goosebumps across my exposed flesh and Kenan’s hand joins the other at my waist. His calloused palm is warm against my skin as he helps Tobias remove my shirt.

“Beautiful,” Kenan breathes against my ear, his hands splaying across my stomach.

Tobias steps back, drinking me in. “You have no idea what you’ve done,” he says, shrugging off his shirt over his shoulders in one fluid motion.

My breath catches at the sight of him — all lean muscle and pale skin that has been marked with intricate tattoos. Symbols and lines that disappear beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Marks of The Carnival,” he explains, noticing my stare. “A mark for everyone I’ve marked as well … everyone I damned here.”

Kenan’s chest presses against my back, his skin so hot it could blister. He turns me back to face him, and I arch into his touch with a gasp. “Too many clothes,” he growls against my lips, claiming them again.

I reach for the button of his pants, emboldened by desire and the carnival brew that still threads through my veins. His breath catches as my fingers brush against him.

“Eager,” Tobias comments, returning to us.

I run my hand down Kenan’s chest, running over scars and a few tattoos that look like star constellations as Tobias’s fingers work the clasp of my bra. Kenan helps with the straps before it falls to the floor.

“Tell us what you want,” Tobias’s velvet voice says behind me.

I look at Kenan standing before me, and reach back to touch Tobias’s face. “Everything.” It’s the only answer that seems appropriate. Because I do. I want them – want answers – want it all.

Kenan steps forward, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulls me into another kiss. Tobias’s lips find my shoulder, my neck, that sensitive spot behind my ear. Four hands move over my body, undressing me with reverent care until I’m bare before them. I think about how this should feel strange, how I shouldn’t want this – the conditioning of all that I grew up with plaguing my mind, but the truth is … I’ve never felt more right than I do right now.

Tobias turns me towards him quickly, lifting me by my thighs, and my legs wrap around his waist. My mouth finds the thin skin on the side of his neck as my arms wrap around him. He guides us into a room and then to a bed that dominates one corner of it. A massive California king size bed draped in silks and fur that I sink into as he gently puts me down.

I’m not sure when they lost the rest of their clothing, and I don’t think I care as they stand on either side of me. Their gazes falling across me, threatening so much within their stares.

I feel exposed, naked … but powerful. Powerful because they look at me like I’m everything they’ve ever wanted – everything they ever needed. In none of my previous encounters – I’ve never had anyone look at me like they are currently looking at me.

“Beautiful,” the words leave me before I even realize it.

“Not as beautiful as you are, and are about to be,” Kenan says, his fingers coming to trace my spine as Tobias lowers himself to the bed. “Covered in us, marked by us … ours.”

The mattress dips as Kenan joins us, kneeling as he slides his hand into Tobias’s blonde hair, pulling him up for a kiss. I watch the same way I did before, but this time, it’s how Tobias yields to Kenan’s touch. This is the second time now that I’ve watched how Tobias’s controlled demeanor fractures for Kenan.

When they break apart, they both turn to me. Four hands begin to explore my body. Kenan’s mouth nips at my collarbone, teasing the sensitive skin around my nipples and trailing kisses down the length of my torso. Meanwhile Tobias moves down, his cool hands parting my legs and running his fingers along my slit.

As Kenan takes one nipple in his mouth and Tobias’s fingers tease me, I let out a loud moan. I’m undeniably lost in them, between them … surrounded by them, and everything they offer. Their smells mingle: Tobias’s sweet and smokey mixed with Kenan’s amber musk is intoxicating.

Tobias slips two fingers inside me and I gasp again, my fingers digging into the fur beneath me. Tobias positions his body lower, his mouth replacing his fingers, and I arch off the bed with a gasp. His blue eyes look up at me as he continues to devour me like a man starved. I flick my gaze up to Kenan, who stares down at us like a god.

My fingers tangle in Tobias’s blonde hair as pleasure spirals through me. Kenan captures my chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning down to catch my cry with his mouth. He kisses me deeply as Tobias works me with his tongue and fingers, alternating them with a dedication that has me panting.

“That’s it, Kitten,” Kenan says against my lips, his free hand mixing with mine in Tobias’s strands. “Let go for us.”

“Ride my fingers, Little Bird,” Tobias murmurs as he sucks my clit. He continues to move his fingers in a rhythmic motion inside me. I roll my hips against him, riding his fingers as he commanded, giving into the sensations and the coiling heat building inside of me.

“Please …” I beg softly and he stretches me further, adding another finger.

Kenan moves down between my legs. He places my leg over his shoulder as his tongue joins Tobias’s fingers in their exploration. Kenan’s tongue flattens against my clit, replacing Tobias’s hot mouth, while Tobias remains focused pumping in and out of me, kissing and biting softly up my thigh, and I’m caught between their two worlds.