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He gets up, pulling me with him. “Come with me.”
Chapter 32
Kenan doesn’t knock as he pulls me into Tobias’s tent. The space is a reverie of comfort and almost feels like home now after the last few days. The sun filters through the windows as Kenan continues to take me towards the bedroom.
Tobias sits on the edge of his bed, shirt unbuttoned and hair tousled. He looks up as we enter, his blue eyes finding mine immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m stopping her from acting like being found with me or you is some type of dirty secret to the other,” Kenan says bluntly, his eyes darting between us both. “It’s crazy, it’s reckless as fuck ... but here, and I think I can speak for both of us when I say this, I can’t be with just one of you. Neither can he.” He looks at Tobias, who just nods, his face partially relieved it’s been said aloud. “And I think ... Neither can you.” He turns his attention to me.
Tobias stands, his shirt falling open to reveal the smooth planes of his chest and the tattoos that seem brighter somehow. He moves towards me and cups my cheek.
“Are you sure about this, Little Bird?” he asks, his voice low. “Once, we might have been able to let you go ... but not if we get another damned taste of heaven.”
I nod softly, words far away from my mind, and Tobias’s lips capture mine in a kiss that’s slow and deep, stealing the breath from my lungs. His tongue slides against mine, tasting faintly of whiskey. Kenan’s heat is still behind me, his fingers digging into my hip bones.
“You fit perfectly between us,” Kenan says, his lips brushing the spot below my ear, “like you were made for this. For us.”
I’m caught in their gravity, suspended between two forces equally powerful in their pull. Tobias breaks the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks over my shoulder at Kenan.
“Let me watch you with him,” Kenan murmurs against my skin. “I want to see what you look like when he takes you apart, piece by piece.”
The image of his words makes heat pool low in my belly. Tobias’s eyes darken further as he studies my face.
“Is this still what you want?” His thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip.
I try to form words, but Kenan chooses this moment to suck gently on my earlobe, and all that comes out is a soft gasp. I manage a nod, my hands finding purchase on Tobias’s forearms.
“Use your words,” Tobias commands softly.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Tobias leads me toward his bed, his movements unhurried. He turns me to face him and, with reverent hands, begins to undress me. Each button, each zipper, is an exercise in patience. He peels away my clothing layer by layer, his fingertips trailing fire across each newly exposed inch of skin.
“Look at her,” Tobias says to Kenan, who stands a few feet away now, arms crossed over his chest, eyes burning with barely restrained passion.
“Oh, I am, baby.” Kenan responds, his lip catching between his teeth. “Haven’t stopped since the moment she walked into The Carnival.”
When I’m finally naked before them, Tobias guides me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I sink down onto silk sheets that feel cool against my heated skin, the fur already cast to the floor, it seems. Tobias follows, hovering between my legs, body covering mine, as he presses kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, between my breasts.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs wider. “You have no idea what you’ve done to us, do you?”
His mouth finds my center, and coherent thought becomes impossible. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes that have me arching off the bed, my fingers twisting in his blonde hair. Through half-closed eyes, I watch as Kenan pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a torso that looks carved from marble, decorated with intricate tattoos that seem to shift in the dim light.
He moves closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand comes to rest on my cheek, turning my face toward him.
“So perfect like this,” he says, his voice rough with need.
I whimper as Tobias’s tongue circles my clit, pleasure building with each skilled movement. Kenan’s thumb traces my parted lips as another soft sound leaves them.
“Open wider, Kitten,” Kenan commands softly, and when I do, he slips his thumb into my mouth. I suck instinctively, drawing a groan from him that vibrates through my entire body. Tobias’s whole focus in life seems to be tasting me in a way deeper than I’ve ever been tasted before.
Just as I’m about to shatter, Tobias pulls away, licking his lips. I make a sound of protest around Kenan’s thumb. Tobias moves up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. I feel him, hard and ready against me, as Kenan removes his thumb, watching intently.
“I need to be inside you,” Tobias says, his voice strained. “Need to feel you around me.”
“Yes,” I manage, reaching between us to guide him to my entrance.
Tobia’s dick slides in and I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He moves slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. Kenan watches us, his breathing growing heavier, one hand now palming himself through his pants, the other coming to wrap around my throat.
