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A breath sighs out of Dom, like relief or maybe satisfaction, and it pebbles my damp skin. He cups my cheek and presses a kiss to the top of my head. It confuses me a little. Dom is stern, imposing, bossy. I didn’t know he could be so tender. Maybe Beau brings it out in him. Or maybe I’m starting to.
Golden gaze narrow, Dom ducks his head until his lips brush against mine. “You’re becoming more of a brat by the second.”
Two dicks. What do I even do with two? However it works, I’m ready to try.
“You’ve been bad today, darlin’. You want to show us what a good girl you can be?”
Dom’s lips slant over mine, and he claims my mouth, invading with his hot, silky tongue. His kiss is aggressive, but not rough like Jaykob’s was. Dom is deliberate. This is an exploration, a strategic takeover, and his tongue works against mine with a determined skill, demanding a response. I turn soft, malleable, ready to give myself over to whatever they want to do to me. Pleasure simmers through me.
“Don’t go getting shy on us now,” Beau says in my ear. He takes my hand in his and wraps it around Dom’s thick dick.
I lose myself to their rhythms, how they press me between them, the way they use me to push one another’s buttons—to push mine. This is their specialty after all, looking after each other as much as they look after their sub.
Dom’s gaze cuts back to consider me and, this time, amusement lurks in the golden depths again. “Do you want to please me, pet?”
Deciding honesty is something a good girl would strive for, I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“You should see the way he comes apart when he gets a nice, warm mouth around him. He’s a beast.”
“We should take her to the bank. I want to see you take her mouth, and if we do it here, she’ll drown before she gets you off.”
“Kneel.”
“Very nice.” Beau runs his hand over my head, like I am the pet they’d called me. “That’s perfect, sweet girl.” “Hands and knees,” Dom commands. “I want you bent over.”
Dom releases a deep sound of satisfaction. “So you can listen.”
His voice turns dark. “Which means you’ve just been choosing not to.”
Dom’s hand comes down again, harder and with a sharp sting, right over the first ache. “Am I going deaf, Beau? Did you hear counting? ’Cause I’m sure our subbie is not stupid enough to ignore me while I have my hand on her ass.”
“Or maybe something happened to her tongue in all the mess. Why don’t you make sure her mouth is in working order, doc?”
“You want more, pretty girl? You want to swallow my dick?”
“You like having my cock in your mouth? I’m going to spill inside you, darlin’, and you can have every drop. I’ll smear it all over your tongue so you can taste me all the way home.”
“Is this what you want, pet? Say the word and there’s no more punishment, I’ll make this pretty pink cunt come for me again, and Beau will spill all over your tongue. We’ll even cuddle before we head home.”
“I earned my punishment, sir. Please give it to me,” I murmur. “Let me show you I can be good.”
It only takes five rough strokes before he stiffens, shudders, and spurts over my tongue. Holding me tight, he rubs himself over the full length of my tongue, against my lips, spilling his seed helplessly everywhere he can smear it. It’s like a marking, like he’s claiming me, and a euphoric, dizzy sense of satisfaction makes me moan.
“More, please, sir. Please give me more,” I beg. “Shit,” Dom curses, then clears his throat, though it barely disperses the gravel. “Yes, pet, you get one more.”
“You have a greedy cunt, pet.” He moves up until he reaches my pussy, circling my opening with his index finger. “I can see you clutching for something to fill you up.”
“So swollen and pink. That needy clit is just begging for attention.”
“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
Beau kisses my shoulder lazily. “Our pet looks good on you,” he says to Dom.
“You should see what the three of us can manage in a bed, darlin’. We’ll have to find one next time.”
Then Beau eases up on his elbow, turning so he looks down at me. “You . . . want to end this?” he asks. “End . . . us?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Thank God, darlin’. I was really worried I was going to have to arrange a kidnapping for a second there.”
He directs a tense-jawed look at Beau. “Your dominants should have explained this all to you.” “We,” Beau replies, his tone dripping with poisoned honey, “haven’t had a chance to sit down and have a proper conversation about all this. Keep gettin’ dragged away.”
Dom considers me, golden eyed and dangerous. “And your body? Do you want full authority over that?”
“Not . . . always.” His mouth curves up on one side, just a little, as I try not to fidget.
“Cut me off again and we’ll make it another fifteen,” Dom replies, and my breath catches.
“You’re both getting ahead of yourselves,” Dom cuts in, and I look back at him. His eyes linger on Beau’s hand on my chest before they lift to meet mine. “The set days were in place to keep things fair. Even. It’s not easy to share, Eden.”
Beau cups my jaw and pulls me in for a low, thorough kiss. “I hope you know you’re mine now, darlin’. Be prepared for everything that comes along with that.” His. Theirs.
“Move that ass, or I’ll bruise it, gorgeous.”
Lucien huffs, and there’s a strangled, frustrated whine to it that teases at the dark mood I’m in. No matter what constraints I put on myself, hearing charming, chattery Lucien become tongue-tied around me is one of my most secret delights. One that makes my dick stir and thicken instantly, every time.
I wonder if he knows how irresistible he is like this, servicing me so sweetly. Lucien’s desire to please is so natural to him, so wound up in his perfect, innate goodness, I doubt it occurs to him to do it for any other reason than to be kind.
Lucien stands over me, but through that one touch, he’s at my mercy. The power of it, the heady awareness that I can do anything I want to him, seeps into me. He would let me. He would let me take him to his knees and fuck his pretty mouth until I came down his throat and he would say nothing but thank you.
“Uh-huh,” Lucien says, and his dimples are definitely toying with me now. The sight of them makes my chest throb—and my erection go absolutely nowhere. There’s just enough sass in his voice to warrant a little lesson in manners. If he were mine.
I tortured him until tears tracked down that cheeky, bratty face and his dimples tucked themselves away in apology. Until he was unbearably hard, throbbing, and mindless with the need to come. Until he apologized, and begged me so sweetly, and my raging fear slaked itself in his torment. The grateful little whimper he gave when I finally allowed him release has gotten me off more nights than I can count.
“How did she taste?”
Lucien’s blue eyes darken, and I can see the lust and more than a hint of vindictive satisfaction lurking behind them. “She tasted like she wanted me.”
“Tell me how wet she was.” Stroking down his cheek with my other hand, I ask, “Did she soak that beard of yours?”
“She wrapped her legs around my ears and grinded on my tongue. She begged me for more. She begged for my cock.”
My hand drops to the seam of his jeans where he strains against the thick denim. I rub him roughly through the fabric, and he gasps in shock, bucking into my hand. “But you didn’t give it to her,” I croon.
“Her mouth was incredible, she let me use it twice.” Of course she did. Lucien has a beautiful cock; she should worship it. But only when I say she can.
“Was it me jerking off that gorgeous cock of yours that made you think I wasn’t interested in men? Or me oiling you up and having you parade around as my most exquisite furniture?”
