Six
DOREN
I’d known this moment would come. From the first time Corvus touched her hand in greeting—lifted it to his lips with the Old World charm he wielded like a weapon—I saw it. The way her breath caught. How she leaned toward him before catching herself.
I should have been jealous. Felt the territorial rage that had driven me to take her in the first place.
Instead, I felt something else entirely.
Corvus’ eyes met mine over her head. The question was there, unspoken but clear. Is this what you want?
I answered by sliding my hand up Lillet’s thigh.
She whimpered and her eyes darted between us.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to her ear. “Tell Corvus what you want.”
“I—” Her voice caught as Corvus’ hand made contact with her knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her skin. “This is—you’re—”
“I told you I’d give you everything.” I bit down on her earlobe and she shuddered. “Every dark thing you’ve never let yourself want. This is one of them.”
“Bastard,” she breathed. But she didn’t pull away.
Corvus’ dark eyes gleamed with anticipation as I moved my mouth down her neck.
—Lillet—
Four hands. Four hands on my body, and I couldn’t tell anymore whose touch was whose.
Doren’s mouth was at my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt. Corvus shifted closer until his thigh pressed between mine. His fingers trailed up my arm with a featherlight touch that made me shiver.
“She’s responsive,” Corvus murmured, and there was approval in his voice. “You chose well, amico.”
“I know.” Doren found my breast through my bra and squeezed. I gasped. “She’s perfect.”
They were talking about me like I wasn’t there. Like I was a thing to be admired, assessed, enjoyed. I should have been furious.
Instead, heat pooled between my thighs.
“Look at me, tesoro.” Corvus’ fingers caught my chin, turning my face toward his. His dark eyes searched mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t—” My breath hitched as Doren’s fingers pinched my nipple. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” Corvus leaned closer. His lips hovered over mine, not quite touching. “Say it.”
“Both of you.” The words came out broken, barely a whisper.
Corvus smiled. Then he kissed me.
His mouth was different from Doren’s—warmer, softer, coaxing where Doren demanded. When his tongue slid against mine, I moaned into him.
Behind me, Doren growled. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, breaking the kiss. “You liked that.”
It wasn’t a question.
I gasped. “Yes.”
“Good.” He claimed my mouth, kissing me hard and deep while Corvus’ lips traced down my exposed throat. Sensation overwhelmed me.
Doren broke the kiss and lifted me in his arms, and carried me into the bedroom.
Corvus followed. “So eager, my friend.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since you walked through the door.” Doren’s eyes never left mine. “Thinking about watching her come apart between us. Thinking about all the ways we could take her.”
A chill spread through my body but between my legs, there was only heat.
Doren laid me on the bed where he’d claimed me so thoroughly over the past week. Both men stood at the foot, both looking down at me with the same hunger.
“Take off your shirt,” he commanded.
My hands shook as I obeyed, pulling the fabric over my head and dropping it to the floor. I reached for my bra, but Corvus stopped me.
“Allow me.” He knelt on the bed and crawled toward me. His fingers found the clasp at my back and released it deftly. When the fabric fell away, he inhaled sharply. “Bellissima.”
“Isn’t she?” Doren removed his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scars I’d traced with my tongue earlier this morning. “Now the rest.”
Corvus held my gaze as he unfastened my jeans and dragged the denim down my legs along with my knickers, leaving me completely bare.
“Spread your legs,” Doren said.
I hesitated. It was one thing to be naked in front of him—I’d done that a dozen times over the past week. But this was different. This was being displayed for both of them, being seen and examined.
“Lillet.” His voice sharpened. “I won’t ask again.”
I spread my legs and Corvus groaned. “She’s wet already. Look at her. Look at how much she wants this.”
“I see.” Doren moved to the side of the bed. His hand found my hair again, tilting my head back until I was looking up at him. “Tell Corvus what you want him to do.”
“I—what?”
“You heard me.” His grip tightened. “Tell him.”
My face burned. My whole body burned. “I want…” I couldn’t finish. Couldn’t say the words.
Corvus’ hand skimmed up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I needed him. “Use your words, tesoro. Tell me where you want my mouth.”
Oh god. “I want your mouth on me,” I whispered. “I want you to—” The words caught in my throat.
“Want me to what?” He was so close now. I could feel his breath against my core. “Say it, Lillet.”
“I want you to taste me.”
Corvus nodded. “Good girl.”
Then his mouth found me, and I stopped thinking altogether.
—Doren—
Watching Corvus’ dark head between her thighs, watching her arch off the bed, hearing the sounds spilling from her lips—it was everything I’d imagined and more.
She was exquisite in her surrender. Every moan, gasp, and desperate plea made my cock throb. I kept my hand in her hair, kept her eyes locked on mine while Corvus worked her with his tongue.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Let him make you feel good. Let us take care of you.”
“Doren—” Her voice broke on my name. “I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Not yet.” I pulled her head back sharply, and Corvus eased off, drawing a sob of frustration from her. “You come when I tell you to. Understand?”
Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. “Please—”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” I nodded to Corvus. “Again.”
He lowered his mouth to her once more, and I watched her climb back toward the edge. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she tried to hold back the orgasm building inside her, waiting for my permission.
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
And the night was just beginning.
“Please,” she begged. Her whole body trembled. “Please, Doren, please—”
I let her suffer, let her teeter on that knife’s edge of pleasure again and again, until I finally leaned down and brushed my lips against her ear.
“Come for us, Lillet.”
She shattered.
Corvus worked her through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last cry. When she went limp, chest heaving, he lifted his head and met my eyes with a grin.
“She tastes like heaven,” he said. “You’re a lucky man.”
“I know.” I released her hair, stroking it back from her damp forehead. “But we’re not done with her yet.”
Lillet’s eyes fluttered open. She looked wrecked. Ruined. And still hungry for more.
“Ready for both of us?” I asked.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
I smiled.
“Then turn over.”
To be continued…
Author’s Note
TAKEN is a dark romance containing content some readers may find disturbing, including dubious consent, captivity/kidnapping themes, and morally gray characters.
While this story ultimately features consensual relationships and an HEA, the journey there involves scenarios that may be triggering for some readers.
Doren and Lillet’s story continues in Captured, coming soon.
Please read responsibly.