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“Greedy kitten,” he murmured against my lips, but his hands were everywhere, pulling me closer.

The bed dipped as Victor joined us, his cool hand sliding up my spine. “Such impatience,” he scolded lightly, but there was fondness in his voice too.

“You like it,” I shot back, breaking away from Zee to look over my shoulder.

The smile Victor gave me verged on predatory, especially now his fangs had come out to play. “Like is too small a word. I adore everything about you, my dear.”

Zee’s hot mouth tracked down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I faced him again, dizzy from their attention. When he wrapped his hand around my cock, I sucked in a tight, hissing breath.

“Sensitive,” he purred, stroking me with agonizing slowness. “I can make you come just like this. One delicious stroke at a time until you’re begging me to finish you. Would you like that, Kitten?”

“Like is too small a word,” I mumbled, repeating Victor’s earlier line, trying to keep up with them.

“Your next move, demon?” Victor enquired, while he caressed my shoulders, my back, sliding lower with each pass.

Zee flipped me suddenly, pinning me to the mattress. His eyes glowed with unholy light, wings casting purple shadows across the room. His hard dick pressed against my thigh, hot and insistent. “Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, Kitten.”

I panted hard, staring back, demanding more.

Victor stretched out beside us, one elegant hand trailing lazily down my chest, stopping just shy of where I ached for him. “Exquisite.”

I wasn’t exquisite, but in their eyes I felt like I could be. As though I were the most precious thing on this earth.

Zee rocked against my thigh, doing more of that teasing, driving me toward desperation.

The click of a cap opening was obscenely loud in the heated quiet, joined only by our panting breaths and the rustling of sheets. Victor must have found the lube, because Zee’s attention was all on me.

Zee bent to kiss me again, slower this time, deep and thorough, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that matched the roll of his hips. When he pulled back, his smile was softer than before. “Mine,” he murmured, and the tenderness in that one word nearly broke me.

Victor leaned in from the other side, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear while his slick fingers worked between my legs, diving lower, preparing me with maddening precision. “Ours,” he corrected, and the possessiveness in that single word sent a shudder through me.

“Yours,” I agreed, arching into Victor’s touch as he slipped a finger inside me. “Mercy, always yours.”

“Let me,” Zee said, positioning himself lower, between my thighs, his cock nudging where Victor’s fingers had been. “Need to be in you, Kitten.” There was no teasing now, just needs, demands.

The slow push of him entering me had me clutching at the sheets. I was dimly aware of Victor watching us, his silver eyes burning, one hand wrapped around his own impressive length.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Zee groaned, building a slow rhythm. “So tight for me.”

Victor shifted up the bed until he was kneeling by my head, his erection inches from my face. “May I?” he asked, always so polite.

In answer, I took him into my mouth, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

“That’s it, Kitten.” Zee’s eyes sparkled, alive with lust. “Take him deep.”

Time seemed to stretch and compress as we found our rhythm. The drag of Zee inside me, the weight of Victor on my tongue, the electric current of pleasure building at the base of my spine—the both of them overwhelmed me in the best possible way.

During the blur of pleasure, Victor withdrew from my mouth, replacing his cock with his fingers. I sucked them eagerly, my gaze locked on his, knowing—hoping for what came next. Sure enough, he shifted down the bed, effortlessly replacing Zee between my knees.

Zee shifted up to my side, the mirror image of where Victor had been moments before. How had they gotten so good at this dance, or was it just instinct?

“Allow me, my dear,” Victor said, voice tight with restraint as he pushed inside me. Where Zee had been a smoldering fire, Victor was controlled, cool precision, each deep thrust calculated to drive me wild.

Zee moved to kneel by my head, his dick glistening. “Do you want me, Kitten?”

I nodded, beyond trivial words. Zee fed himself into my mouth.

I was caught between them, filled from both ends, pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter as Zee began to match Victor’s rhythm.