Ours #2
The slit at Dominic’s pupils widened.
Rhain growled at my shoulder, raw and unguarded.
“Little spy,” Dominic said, dark enough that it sounded less like a name and more like a claim.
Then his hand left me.
“Now ask him.”
I turned my face into Rhain’s.
“Rhain. Will you…” My voice caught. “Please.”
His eyes had gone dragon, dark and fixed on me.
“Please,” I said. “Rhain. Take me.”
Rhain moved to the edge of the bed and stripped efficiently. Dominic did not move from the side of the bed.
Rhain stepped out of the last of his clothes and came back to me bare, his body lean, muscled and warm. My mouth went dry at the sight of him.
His mouth curved, but there was nothing easy in his eyes. “Still first?” he asked softly.
My face went hot. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Then he moved onto the bed, and the pillows took his weight as he lay back and drew me up over him. Face to face. My knees outside his hips. His hands at my waist.
Dominic stood beside us, still as a guard and not at all detached, his gaze fixed on my face like he was reading every breath before I knew I had taken it.
Rhain held my hips above him.
I lowered myself one inch and stopped to adjust to the stretch of him.
Rhain’s breath broke. “More.”
I looked down at him and lowered another inch. I stopped again.
His hands flexed at my hips, holding himself still with visible effort.
“Oh,” I said.
His eyes narrowed. “Kjaere.”
I tilted my head. “Be specific.”
From beside the bed, Dominic’s breath came out rough.
Rhain laughed once, rough and breathless. “Cruel woman.”
The mark at my throat went hot.
“Look at me,” he said, voice stripped down to want.
I looked, and he did not look away as he pressed up, slow and careful. I let him have another inch.
Then I smiled and came down the rest of the way.
The moan left him before he could stop it.
Rhain held me at the hilt, his hands firm at my waist, his eyes still locked on mine as the bond at the right of my throat flared so sharp I felt it behind my ribs.
For one breath, neither of us moved. There was only the fullness of him, the heat of his body under mine, and Dominic beside us, silent and present enough that the left mark stayed warm even without his hand on it.
Rhain’s thumbs pressed at my waist.
“Tell me you’re ready.”
My breath caught. “Take me. Please.”
He moved.
Slowly at first. Up into me, then holding still while I found the shape of him.
I lifted, and on the next stroke he pulled me down, the motion shared between us until I could not tell which one of us had started it.
The right mark burned with every stroke, and when Dominic’s palm returned to the left side of my throat, the second channel opened under his hand and folded into the first. Rhain’s pleasure climbed into me and Dominic’s answered, both of them arriving as mine before they reached each other through the center of me.
My head tipped back.
Dominic was there immediately, his mouth at my ear. “Good?”
“Yes.”
Rhain’s hands tightened. “Look at me.”
I did.
He moved again, deeper this time, and the bond answered so hard my fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Please.”
His mouth curved, but his eyes were already gone, slitted and bright. “Please what, kjaere?”
“Faster.”
Dominic’s thumb moved over the left mark, slow and deliberate, and the word came out of me again before I could stop it. “Please.”
That did it.
Rhain’s control broke by degrees. His rhythm changed first, the careful lift and fall becoming harder, more certain, his hands guiding me down to meet every thrust. Dominic stayed behind me, but he was no longer only holding me steady.
His mouth found the mark at the left side of my throat, lips pressing over the claim with slow, deliberate heat as his hand slid lower over my stomach.
The second channel opened under his mouth.
Rhain drove the first one bright.
Dominic’s fingers found my clit, and the touch was careful for exactly one breath, and his mouth tightened over the mark when I jolted. The two sensations met inside me so sharply that I lost the rhythm Rhain had been setting.
Rhain caught me. His hands locked at my waist and pulled me down onto him as Dominic circled me with slow, exact pressure, his mouth still sealed over his claim.
Every stroke from Rhain lit the right mark.
Every movement of Dominic’s fingers rang through the left.
The two channels no longer pulled against each other.
They braided.
What Rhain gave me ran through the center of me to Dominic and came back brighter, and what Dominic gave me ran the other way and returned brighter still, each pass through my body folding their pleasure into mine until I had stopped being able to find the seams.
My head fell back against Dominic’s shoulder.
His breath moved against the mark. “There.”
Rhain’s eyes flashed up to mine, the black of his pupils wrong for the light.
“Yes,” he said, voice wrecked. “There.”
Rhain pushed deep and stayed there for one suspended second, his breath catching.
Then his hips locked.
The base of him swelled, catching at the entrance and holding, and the sensation dragged through the right mark, hot and fast.
The orgasm rolled through me, through Rhain, through the mark at the left of my throat under Dominic’s palm. Rhain came inside me at the second wave. His hips were locked. He couldn’t have pulled out if he had wanted to. He pressed his forehead to my collarbone and held me there.
I came down onto Rhain’s chest slowly, the knot holding us together, my body still taking the shape of him in small, helpless pulses.
Rhain’s arms stayed around me, one hand spread at my back, the other curved at my hip. He was breathing hard beneath me, face turned into my hair, his claim at my throat still lit.
Dominic moved. I felt the shift in the bed. The change in the air at my left side. His hand left the mark at my throat only long enough for him to strip with the same controlled efficiency he brought to everything else.
His pupils had gone vertical, his mouth set in a line too controlled to be calm. One hand stroked himself slowly, almost absently, as if his control were an object he could close in his fist.
“Catalina.”
My eyes lifted to his.
He came onto the bed at my left, knees beside Rhain’s ribs, still stroking himself as he settled close enough that I could feel his heat. Rhain’s hand tightened at my back beneath me.
“Tell me what you want next,” Dominic said.
The knot held me on Rhain. I could not move much. I did not need to.
I turned my face toward Dominic. “You,” I breathed. “In my mouth.”
He moved closer, but not all the way. Even now, even like this, he waited for me to choose the distance.
“Good,” he said. “Open.”
I did.
He gave me one inch and stopped. His hand tightened at the mark on my throat, and the bond surged harder than it had any right to. I understood then that it was reading all of us at once: Rhain locked inside me, Dominic in my mouth, both claims awake.
My palms braced on the bed at either side of Rhain’s ribs. Every time I lowered my mouth over Dominic, Rhain’s body shifted beneath me by the smallest amount, the movement enough to remind me I was full of him, held by him, unable to separate one sensation from the other.
Dominic’s hand stayed at the left mark on my throat.
Rhain’s hand moved between my thighs. The first brush of his fingers over my clit made my mouth falter around Dominic.
Dominic’s fingers tightened gently at my jaw, not forcing me, only holding my attention while he watched the reaction take me apart.
“Again,” he said.
I took him deeper by another inch, slow enough to feel the weight of him on my tongue, the heat of him, the way his breath went out a half-beat slow every time my mouth closed around him.
Rhain’s fingers circled me at the same time, patient and precise, and the bond caught both sensations before I could decide which one belonged to which man.
Dominic’s breath broke first. Then mine. Rhain rumbled his approval beneath me, his hand still moving between my thighs while I worked Dominic with my mouth and both bonds held me open.
Dominic reached his hand down between my thighs, sliding through the wet heat of me first before drifting farther back with careful intent. The pad of his finger found the tight ring of muscle there and circled, slow and questioning, without pressing in.
I moaned around him.
Dominic stopped immediately.
His hand left my body. He drew himself from my mouth and caught my jaw with two careful fingers, turning my face up to his.
“Catalina.”
My breath came hard. “Yes.”
His pupils had not changed back, but his voice stayed steady. “Do you want this?”
I swallowed.
Rhain’s fingers had gone still against my clit. Waiting too.
“I want it.”
Dominic’s pupils widened again. “Good girl.”
Rhain’s thumb resumed its slow pressure over my clit at the same moment Dominic’s hand returned behind me. The bond caught both touches, one bright and sharp at the front of my body, one darker and lower where Dominic’s finger traced me again.
Then he pressed.
Just the pad at first.
Then the first knuckle.
He stopped there, holding still while Rhain circled me once, twice, three times, each stroke making my body soften around the new pressure.
Dominic watched my face.
“Still yes?”
My answer came out broken. “Yes.”
Rhain groaned beneath me, his hips moving under the knot.
Dominic leaned close. “Good. Open.”
I opened my mouth and took him again.
The fourth orgasm rolled. Dominic came at the end of the second roll. He held himself there, hand at my hair, breath stuttering out of him.
I sucked him through it.
He withdrew slow. The thumb of his other hand came to my lower lip and cleaned the corner of my mouth.
“Four.”
Rhain laughed into my shoulder, tired and warm. “Good girl.”
The knot eased between the seventh breath and the eighth.