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He turns me around so I can settle between his legs, back pressed against his chest. I realize why when Elias joins us, and I find myself sandwiched between the two of them. Elias reaches up to cup my face, thumb stroking gently over my cheek. Specifically, over the cut marring it.
“I apologize that you were injured earlier,” Elias says.
“Worth it.”So fucking worth it.
Caelan snorts from behind me. “You missed the bit where she admitted she was into that shit anyway.”
Elias raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I can feel myself flushing. “Traitor,” I mutter, lightly elbowing Caelan behind me. He only laughs, then slides his hands beneath my top. I have to bite back a quiet moan as his hands find my breasts again.
Any further thoughts are quickly wiped from my mind. Caelan has his hands on me, teasing my nipples at the same time as he litters bruising nips and love bites across the back of my neck and shoulders. And Elias—Elias captures my lips again, in the same sort of kiss we shared back at the car. Heated, demanding. Notrough, as such, just intense. He dominates me easily, and all I can do is moan and squirm beneath him. Although squirming just ends up making me grind against Caelan—accidentally, I swear—and Caelan growls and bites down harder.
I gasp at the shock of pleasure-pain. “Ahh!”
The hardness of his erection presses into the small of my back. Heat pulses through me to feel it, and, ohfuck, yeah. The second time grinding against him is much more intentional.I want that.Want his cock. In me.
Caelan’s laugh is rough with arousal. One of his hands slides down, over my stomach, between my legs, rubbing against me through my soaked underwear. I whimper, hips rolling into the contact.
“So wet already,” Caelan purrs. “This all for us, doll?”
“Y-yes,” I admit.
I want them so badly it’s like a physical ache between my legs. And it’s notjustsexual attraction, although there is certainly an awful lot of that too. They’re hot as all hell, and God, the things they do to me.
But it’s more. The evening I’ve spent with them has only made my crush on them infinitely worse. It’s only meant to be a one-night stand. I don’t know how I let my heart get involved. Iknowit is not going to end well. Yet a part of me is starting to care for them, and they seem to care about me to some degree. Enough to wine and dine me before taking me to bed, at least. I’ve grown comfortable around them. And, stupid as it may be, I trust them.
That makes everything else even more of a turn on.
It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one partially dressed, and there’s far too much clothing in the way for what I want. So I reach up and start undoing the buttons on Elias’ shirt. A little clumsily, since it’s kind of hard to focus when he slides his tongue back into my mouth again, but with clear intent.
I can feel his lips curve up into a smirk against mine.
“Allow me,” Elias offers, leaning back. He undoes the rest of the buttons himself and strips his shirt off. It’s not like he’s even trying to make a show of it or anything, but damn. He looks good, so good—the broad shoulders, the way the veins stand out slightly along his forearms, the muscled definition of his abdominals and obliques, the lines of his hipbones leading down to the waistband of his trousers. He’s breathtaking.
I want my mouth on him,is my first thought. My second thought reminds me there’s absolutely nothing stopping me from doing exactly that.
I lean in and kiss him briefly yet hotly. Then I let my mouth trail over him, his neck, along his collarbones, down his chest and stomach. I can’t resist touching him too, and Elias makes a low noise of approval. I don’t stop my descent until my hands are on his thighs and my mouth presses against the hard bulge straining at the fabric of his trousers, heart in my throat.
“Can I?”
Elias laughs. As if he would turn down an offer like that. “Of course, darling.” He helps, undoing his fly and lifting his hips as I drag the fabric of his trousers and boxers together down his thighs.
Then I’m face to face with Elias’ cock, and a shiver that’s pure lust flashes through me. He’s only half-hard, but even that much will be a mouthful.
God. I want it so much.
I brace myself against his thighs and lean in to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his length, curling my tongue around him once I reach the head. He buries his hand into my hair, fingers twitching as I tighten my lips around him and slowly sink down.
Elias gives a little hum of pleasure. And, damn, that sound is hot. But it’d be even sexier to hear him groan.
I lose myself in it, doing everything I can to please him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and I know I can’t be that good at this, technique-wise. But fuck, I can at least try to make up for it with enthusiasm. It’s the headiest, most arousing feeling—the heavy weight of his cock in my mouth, the thickness of it, the appreciative noises he makes when I moan quietly around him.
“God, don’t you just make a pretty sight.” Caelan sighs, running his clawed fingers along my spine, and I shiver and gasp, arching into the contact.
There’s only so long that Caelan’s patience will last before he wants in on the action as well.
I let out an emphatic groan around Elias’ cock as Caelan’s hand migrates between my legs again. This time his fingers sneak beneath my underwear, pressing against my soaked entrance. Rubbing in small, suggestive little circles andfuck,I need something inside me. As soon as possible.
