18. Chapter 18 #2
"I've wanted this since the first time I saw you," Jace murmurs, his voice tight with restraint. "Even before I knew all of you, I wanted this."
He pushes forward slowly, entering me with exquisite care. The stretch is perfect—just enough to make me feel wonderfully full without discomfort. I clutch at his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin as he sinks deeper.
"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against mine once he's fully seated. "You feel incredible."
Theo's hands slide around to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples as Jace begins to move. The dual sensation—Jace inside me, Theo teasing my sensitive peaks—sends pleasure spiraling through my body.
"Look at you," Theo whispers against my ear, his voice rough with desire. "Taking him so beautifully. I can't wait for my turn."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. The thought of them taking turns with my body, each claiming me in their own way, makes me clench around Jace, drawing a deep groan from him.
"She likes that idea," Jace tells him, his rhythm faltering momentarily before he regains control. "The thought of both of us having her."
Theo chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. "Such a perfect girl. That greedy little pussy wants everything we can give it, doesn't it?"
Jace's thrusts become more purposeful, his angle shifting until he hits a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I grip his biceps harder, my back arching as pleasure builds low in my belly.
"That's it," he encourages, his eyes locked on mine. "Let go for me. Show me how good it feels."
One of Theo's hands slides down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circles it in time with Jace's thrusts, the dual stimulation pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
"Come for him," Theo whispers in my ear. "Come around his cock. Then it's my turn to make you scream."
The pressure builds, a tightening coil of sensation that winds tighter with each thrust, each circle of Theo's skilled fingers. I'm close, so close, my body trembling on the precipice.
Jace leans down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that's surprisingly tender given the intensity of his movements. "Let go," he murmurs against my mouth. "I've got you."
Something in his voice—the sincerity, the care beneath the desire—pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, making my body arch and my inner muscles clench around him. If I could scream, I would; instead, my mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure as my body convulses.
Jace follows me over, his rhythm faltering as he drives deep one final time. I feel him pulse inside me as he comes. For a moment, we're perfectly still, both catching our breath, both savoring the aftershocks that ripple through my sensitive body.
Then Theo's hands are urging me to turn, to face him while Jace carefully withdraws, moving to dispose of the condom. I feel empty for only a moment before Theo is there, his already latex covered cock filling me in a single smooth thrust that makes my oversensitive nerves sing.
"My turn," he says, his voice tight with barely restrained need. "And I plan to make the most of it."
Where Jace was controlled, Theo is wild—his pace faster, his grip on my hips tighter as he drives into me again and again. The difference is exhilarating, like experiencing two completely different symphonies played on the same instrument.
Jace moves beside us, his hand coming up to brush sweat-dampened hair from my face.
His touch is gentle, grounding, even as Theo's passion threatens to sweep me away.
The contrast between them—one still gentle in the aftermath of his own pleasure, the other fierce in his pursuit of it—makes everything more intense.
"Look at her," Theo says to Jace, his voice strained. "Fucking perfect. Taking everything I give her."
Jace's eyes meet mine, warm with something that goes beyond mere desire. "She is perfect," he agrees softly. "In every way."
The tenderness in his gaze combined with the raw physicality of Theo's possession creates a perfect storm inside me. I feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first, a rising tide I can't fight.
Theo senses it, his hand sliding between us to find my clit again. "Once more," he urges, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, Wren. Let me feel it."
Jace leans in, his lips finding my neck, the sensitive spot just below my ear. "We've got you," he murmurs, echoing his earlier words. "Let go."
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, a tidal wave that crashes through every nerve ending. My body arches, my inner muscles clamping down on Theo's length as pleasure radiates outward from my core.
Theo curses, his rhythm faltering as my body grips him. "Fuck, I can't—" He drives deep one final time as I drag him over the edge after me.
For a moment, we're all still, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Then Theo carefully withdraws, disposing of his own condom before collapsing beside me on the bed. I'm sandwiched between them, their warm bodies cradling mine as we catch our breath.
"Well," Theo says finally, a smile in his voice. "That was definitely worth the price of admission."
Jace snorts softly, his arm tightening around my waist. "Trust you to ruin the moment."
But there's no real annoyance in his tone, just a fondness that makes my heart squeeze. I turn my head to see them looking at each other over me, something unspoken passing between them.
"I think," Jace says carefully, "we have a lot to talk about."
Theo nods, surprisingly serious. "Yeah. But not right now." His hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "Right now, I just want to enjoy this."
I squeeze back, gratitude washing through me. They're not demanding explanations or pushing for answers. They're giving me space, giving me time.
Jace's fingers trace patterns on my stomach, his touch soothing. "Whatever you want to tell us, whenever you're ready," he murmurs. "No pressure."
The acceptance in his voice, in both their expressions, makes tears prick behind my eyes. I've spent so long hiding, so long keeping my worlds separate, that I don't quite know how to process having them all converge like this.
But as I lie between them, their warmth surrounding me, their hands gentle on my skin, I feel something I haven't felt in years: safe. Not just physically, but emotionally. Like maybe, just maybe, I can stop running. Stop hiding.
The thought is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. Because letting them in—truly letting them in—means risking everything. It means telling them about Lucien, about why I don't speak, about the flowers in my apartment and the pendant with my real name.
It means trusting them with my darkest secrets and my deepest fears.
But as Theo presses a kiss to my shoulder and Jace's fingers lace with mine, I think perhaps I'm finally ready to take that risk.
Because for the first time since I lost my voice all those years ago, I want to be heard. And these men, against all odds, seem ready to listen.