27. Chapter 27
Wren
I'm caught between them, surrounded by their heat and need. Jace's hands slide my sleep shirt upward, and I raise my arms to help him remove it. The cool air against my bare skin makes me shiver, but then their hands are there, warming me, claiming me.
Theo's fingers circle my nipples while Jace's mouth descends to capture one hardened peak. The dual sensation makes me arch, my head falling back against Theo's shoulder as pleasure spirals through me.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his voice a hot whisper against my ear. "Let us make you feel good. Our brave girl. So brave for us."
The endearment sends a fresh wave of heat through me. Brave. Is that what I am? It doesn't feel like bravery—this surrender to them, this trust. It feels like coming home.
Jace's mouth moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach as Theo continues to tease and torment my breasts. When Jace reaches the waistband of my sleep shorts, he looks up, his eyes seeking permission.
I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slides the fabric down my legs. Now I'm completely bare between them, vulnerable in a way that should be frightening but isn't. Not with them.
Theo's hands slide down to my hips, steadying me as Jace settles between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my core makes me gasp, my fingers clutching at Theo's forearms. Jace laps at me with long, deliberate strokes, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.
"Beautiful," Theo murmurs, watching as Jace works me with deliberate precision. "So beautiful, watching you come apart for us."
Jace pulls back just enough to whisper, "Fuck, I could eat you forever," before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit with perfect pressure.
His free hand grips my inner thigh, fingers digging into my skin before tapping that familiar rhythm against my flesh—the same pattern he drums when deep in thought.
One of his fingers slides inside me, then two, curling forward to find the spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
The pleasure crests suddenly, my back arching as I come against his mouth.
He doesn't relent, drawing out every tremor until I'm gasping, boneless.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, Theo's hand slides down between us.
His fingers circle my back entrance, applying gentle pressure without breaching.
The sensation is unexpected, sending a jolt of surprise through me. We've never ventured there before—that final frontier of intimacy that feels both thrilling and terrifying. Theo's touch is questioning, not demanding, giving me space to decide if I want more.
I freeze for just a moment, my mind racing. Do I want this? To be filled completely, to surrender that last barrier? The thought sends a confusing mix of desire and nervousness through me.
Sensing my hesitation, Theo immediately withdraws his touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder instead. "Too much?" he whispers against my skin.
I shake my head, not in denial but in confusion. I want them—both of them—in every way possible. But something about this moment feels different. Special. Like I need to preserve it somehow.
Jace lifts his head from between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine with that intense focus that always makes my heart stutter. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he says softly. "There's no rush."
The tenderness in his voice, the care in Theo's touch—it overwhelms me suddenly.
These men who have seen me at my most broken, who have pieced me back together with infinite patience, who have never pushed or demanded.
.. they're offering me yet another choice.
Another moment of agency in a life where so much was taken from me.
I reach for them both, drawing them up to me. I want to be face to face, to see their eyes, to share breath as we share bodies. I sign quickly, my hands shaking slightly with emotion.
"I want you both. Together."
Their expressions shift in tandem—confusion, then understanding, then something darker, hungrier.
"You mean...?" Theo starts, his voice rough.
I nod, my meaning unmistakable. Not one after the other, as we've always done. Not one in my mouth while the other takes me. Both of them, inside me, at the same time.
"Are you sure?" Jace asks, his control visibly slipping at the mere suggestion. "It might be too much."
I nod again, more firmly this time. I've never been more certain of anything.
They exchange a look over me—that silent communication they've developed that still amazes me.
Then, with careful coordination, they shift positions.
Jace settles against the headboard, drawing me onto his lap so I'm straddling him, facing him.
Theo retrieves some lube from my cam supplies, throwing it onto the bed before he kneels behind me.
His chest presses against my back, his hands gentle on my hips.
"If it's too much, at any point," Jace says, his eyes locked on mine, "you tap my shoulder three times. We stop immediately. No questions asked."
I nod, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. I've never done this before—never taken two men at once like this. But I trust them. With my body, with my heart, with everything I am.
Jace guides me down slowly onto his length, the familiar stretch making me gasp. He's already so hard, so ready for me. I sink down until he's fully seated inside me, my body adjusting to the intrusion.
"Okay?" he murmurs, his hands stroking my sides soothingly.
I nod, overwhelmed by the fullness but wanting more. Wanting everything.
Theo's hands slide around to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples as he presses kisses along my shoulder blades. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against my skin. "So perfect for us."
I feel him shift behind me and I hear the telltale sound of the lube as he slicks his cock with it, then he positions himself. His erection presses against where Jace and I are joined, seeking entrance alongside him.
"Slowly," Jace cautions, his eyes never leaving my face. "Let her adjust."
The pressure increases as Theo begins to push forward, his cock sliding alongside Jace's inside me. The stretch is intense—burning, overwhelming—but not painful. I breathe through it, focusing on their hands, their voices, their warmth surrounding me.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his voice strained with the effort of control. "Take us both, sweetheart. You're doing so well."
Inch by careful inch, he works himself inside me alongside Jace. The fullness is beyond anything I've ever experienced—a complete possession that makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.
When he's finally fully seated, all three of us pause, breathing hard. I'm stretched to my limit, filled so completely I can barely think. They're both so deep, so present, their bodies hot and hard against mine, inside mine.
"I've never felt anything like this," Jace murmurs, his voice tight with restraint. "You're incredible, Wren."
Theo presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath coming in harsh pants. "So tight," he groans. "So perfect."
For a long moment, none of us move. We simply exist in this perfect union of bodies, this ultimate intimacy. I'm surrounded by them, held between them, filled by them. Complete in a way I've never been before.
Then, with exquisite care, they begin to move.
They establish a rhythm that seems impossible—Jace thrusting up as Theo withdraws, then Theo pushing in as Jace pulls back. Always one of them deep inside me, never leaving me empty, never allowing the connection to break.
The pleasure builds rapidly, almost too intense to bear. Every nerve ending in my body seems to fire at once, overwhelmed by sensation. I clutch at Jace's shoulders, my head falling back against Theo's chest as they move within me.
"That's it," Theo whispers against my ear. "Let go for us. Let us feel you come around us both."
His words push me closer to the edge. I'm trembling now, hovering on the precipice of something monumental. Jace's hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
"We've got you," he murmurs, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with their thrusts. "Always, Wren. We've got you."
It's those words, more than the physical sensation, that finally push me over. The orgasm crashes through me with stunning intensity, radiating outward from my core in waves that seem endless. My body clenches around them both, drawing them deeper, holding them tighter.
I feel tears spring to my eyes, overwhelmed by the physical pleasure and the emotional connection. These men—my men—holding me, filling me, seeing all of me. The intimacy of it breaks something open inside me, releasing emotions I've kept carefully contained.
They feel the change immediately. Jace's hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes. "Are you okay?" he asks, his movements stilling instantly. "Are we hurting you?"
I shake my head, unable to find words—spoken or signed—to express what I'm feeling. It's not pain. It's something deeper, more profound. A breaking and a becoming all at once.
"It's okay," Theo murmurs, his lips against my temple. "We understand. We feel it too."
And somehow, I know they do. This connection between us transcends the physical, reaches into something soul-deep. They might not say the words—might never say them—but I feel their love in every touch, every look, every careful movement of their bodies against mine.
They begin to move again, more urgently now. Their rhythm falters as they chase their own release, their bodies tightening against mine. I feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first, a rising tide I can't fight and don't want to.
"Come with us," Jace urges, his voice strained. "One more time, Wren. Together."
The second climax hits just as they both find their release, our bodies pulsing in perfect synchrony. I feel them both spill inside me, their cocks throbbing against each other as they fill me with their warmth.
For a long moment, we remain locked together, bodies trembling with aftershocks, breath mingling in the small space between us. Then, with careful movements, they ease out of me, one at a time, each kiss easing the slight sting of separation.
We collapse together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. I'm nestled between them as always, their arms creating a protective circle around me. Theo's lips press against my temple, while Jace's fingers trace idle patterns on my hip.
The tears come again, silent but unstoppable. Not from sadness or pain, but from a fullness of emotion that has no other outlet. I've spent so long in silence, holding everything inside, that this release feels like its own kind of freedom.
"Shhh," Jace soothes, brushing my hair back from my face. "We've got you."
"Always," Theo adds, his arm tightening around my waist.
I believe them. For the first time since I lost my voice, since my brother tried to kill me, since my life shattered into fragments, I truly believe that I'm not alone. That I'm loved. That I'm safe.
The feeling is so overwhelming, so precious, that I almost don't want to sleep—afraid that when I wake, this perfect moment will have dissolved like morning mist. But my body is heavy with satisfaction, my mind quiet for once.
As I drift toward sleep, cradled between them, I feel Jace press a kiss to my forehead.
"Rest," he murmurs. "We'll be here when you wake up."
And for once, I let myself believe in forever. In the possibility that some things—some people—are meant to stay. That love, once found, doesn't have to be lost again.
I close my eyes, surrendering to sleep, to them, to the fragile, beautiful future we might build together.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I dream without nightmares. I dream of voices and touches and belonging. I dream of home.