“Open wide, Oleander,” Nox murmurs against my lips, placing a hand on the back of my neck as he moves back. I don’t know if he means my mouth for his cock or my legs for North’s, so I do both, flushing with pride when they both make rumbling noises of praise at me. I want that praise. I want to be their good girl. I want them to love every fucking second of this the way I do too.
