Chapter 46 #2
My eyes slipped shut as Trace tightened his grip on my waist, rocking my hips against his in that maddening rhythm until my fingers dug into his arms and my breath came in short, uneven pulls.
I could feel everything. Every inch of him underneath me.
The heat of it bleeding through the fabric between us until thinking straight became something other people did.
He sat me upright on his lap, his hands already moving to push my jacket off my shoulders.
I felt it fall somewhere behind me, inconsequential and forgotten.
His hands stilled for a beat, his gaze moving over me the way it always did when he had me like this.
Like he was relearning something he already knew by heart and couldn’t stop himself.
His tongue dragged slowly across his lips, and I had a very specific and not at all appropriate thought about where else I wanted it.
Trace smirked, his dimples pressing in as his hands dropped to the hem of my fitted shirt, his knuckles grazing my stomach as he gripped the fabric and peeled it up and off my body in one easy pull.
The cool air hit my skin and I shivered.
There was no time to think. No time to even react.
His hands were already at my back, unclasping my bra before it quickly went the way of everything else.
Dropping his face against my chest, his mouth was hot and open against my breast, his tongue tracing a path that made my back arch without permission, and I stopped thinking entirely.
All I could feel was his mouth on me. The hard press of him beneath me. Dominic’s eyes on me like a lit fuse. The unquenchable pull that hummed between the three of us, constant and electric, the kind that never fully quieted no matter how many times we fed it.
Trace’s hands found my hips. In one fluid motion he lifted me like I weighed nothing, guided my leg out from around him, and turned me on his lap so my back pressed flush against his chest, his arms coming around me from behind.
Dominic rose from his chair and my heart instantly flew into a frenzy.
Slowly, like he had all the time in the world, he crossed the space between us, stopping only when he was directly in front of me. His eyes never left mine as he lowered himself to his knees.
I bit my bottom lip as his hands moved to the waistband of my jeans, fingers working the button loose, the zipper down, all of it unhurried and certain while Trace’s hands closed over my breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading until coherent thought became genuinely impossible.
It was always like this for me when they worked together. My brain just gave up entirely. Clicked off and surrendered the floor without a fight.
“I’m going to take good care of you tonight, angel,” he murmured, his mouth curving deviously as his fingers hooked into the hem of my jeans.
My response came in the form of a pant as he gripped the denim along with my underwear and pulled everything down my legs in one easy drag, tossing it all aside as though I wasn’t going to be needing any of it for the rest of the night.
The thought alone did lewd and sinful things to my already unraveling composure.
Before I could even reorient myself, Trace’s thighs spread out beneath me, the motion pushing mine open along with his, leaving me bare and exposed and held completely in place between them.
Dominic made a sound low in his throat, something raw and satisfied, his gaze dragging up the full length of me before his head dipped. His mouth found my core and his tongue moved in a slow, devastating stroke along my slit.
I heard myself cry out before I could even stop it.
It was already too much. Too much pleasure, too much heat, too much sensation coming from too many directions at once, and he’d barely started.
I already knew I wasn’t going to survive it.
I squirmed, trying to get some fraction of control back, some tiny buffer between me and the overwhelming flood of it.
Trace’s arms locked around my waist from behind, pinning me flush against his chest and cutting off every possible retreat as Dominic gripped my inner thighs and held them apart, keeping me exactly where he wanted me, open and inescapable.
I had nowhere to go. No way to close myself off from it. Nothing to do but take it.
And take it I did.
Dominic worked me with a focus that made my thighs tremble, his tongue circling and stroking in a rhythm that built pressure low and deep and merciless.
Trace’s mouth found my throat at the same moment, lips dragging up the column of my neck in slow, open kisses, pausing at my pulse point, grazing it with his teeth.
Priming it. I felt the intent in every pass of his mouth and it sent heat screaming through me in both directions at once.
“Please,” I breathed, and I wasn’t even sure which of them I was begging. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe just the universe in general.
Dominic’s pace climbed in answer, relentless now, coiling the pressure inside me tighter and tighter as Trace’s teeth finally broke the skin at my throat.
He bit down and sucked, drawing deep, his tongue working against the wound as ecstasy detonated through my entire body in a blinding, consuming wave.
The orgasm crashed through me so hard I screamed.
Trace’s hand clamped over my mouth a half second too late, muffling the tail end of it as my whole body arched and shook between them, pleasure wracking through me in long, rolling tremors that didn’t stop even when I begged them to.
I was practically floating. Unmoored and completely content. My whole body had gone soft and boneless and I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.
Dominic straightened, rising to his full height in front of me, and the look on his face short-circuited what was left of my brain entirely.
His eyes were all promise, dark and certain and devastatingly patient.
The kind of look that told you exactly what was coming and made you grateful for every second of the wait.
His fingers moved to his shirt buttons, working them loose one by one, unhurried as always. Then his hands dropped to his black slacks and the zipper slid down with a sound that seemed to fill the whole room.
I swallowed hard.
“Still not hungry?” he asked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his index finger and then licked it clean.
Trace withdrew his fangs from my neck and pulled back a fraction, his breath warm against my skin as he waited to hear my answer.
I wasn’t even sure Dominic was talking about food anymore. Frankly, I wasn’t sure of my own name.
There were too many things running through my head then…wrong and indecent things that I was far too embarrassed to ever say out loud.
“Don’t be.” Trace’s baritone rumbled against my back, vibrating through my skin and pooling low in my belly. “We want to hear what you like.”
Dominic’s darkened gaze dropped between my thighs, then rose again as he lowered himself back to his knees, the dim light catching the carved lines of his chest and shoulders as he moved.
“Do you want my mouth again?” he asked, his hands curling around my hips and drawing me off Trace’s lap toward the edge of the couch.
Sweet Revenant babies everywhere.
“Or would you prefer to have all of me?” he asked, lining himself up at my entrance.
“Yes. Please. That,” I rasped, my chest still heaving.
His mouth twitched. “Say it, angel.”
“I want all of you.”
“As you wish,” he said as he sank into me slowly, inch by devastating inch, and my entire body melted around him with a kind of relief that went well past physical.
A long, broken exhale left me as he filled me completely, his forehead dropping briefly to mine, his jaw tight with the effort of holding himself still.
Then he pulled back and drove forward again, and I stopped being capable of anything resembling a thought.
He set a pace that was thorough and unhurried, each stroke deep and precise, wringing sounds out of me I had no control over.
Behind me, Trace’s hands roamed my body, palms skimming up my ribcage, thumbs tracing the undersides of my breasts, his mouth back at my throat, kissing and grazing and dragging his tongue across the wound he’d already made until my head fell back against his shoulder and my eyes rolled.
“Eyes on me,” said Dominic.
I dragged them back to his face with tremendous effort, the pleasure coursing through me so completely it was almost impossible to hold onto anything. A thought. A breath. A single coherent sensation that wasn’t him.
The corner of his mouth curved, fully satisfied and devastatingly sexy.
It made me want to dedicate the rest of my life to making him look at me just like that.
Like I was the only thing worth looking at in any room he’d ever walked into.
Like he’d burn the rest of them down just to keep his eyes on me.
It was the way he’d always made me feel.
His hands gripped my hips harder, angling me, and whatever he found at that angle made every muscle in my body go taut at once.
The pressure built fast and merciless, my fingers clawing into Dominic’s forearms, my heels pressing into the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer even as my body struggled to accommodate all of it.
Trace’s hands banded around my waist from behind, holding me firm, anchoring me between them as Dominic’s pace pushed higher.
“I can’t—” I gasped.
“Yes you can,” said Trace against my ear, low and certain. “Just let go.”
The orgasm barreled through me without warning, cresting so fast I had no time to brace for it.
Dominic sealed his mouth over mine, swallowing the cry that tore up my throat, his hips stuttering once, twice, before he buried himself deep and groaned against my lips, his whole body shuddering with his release.
Neither one of us moved as our breathing came out ragged and uneven, our foreheads still resting against each other’s. It felt like forever and not nearly enough. I was barely even coherent when he finally pulled back from me to press one last kiss against my lips before straightening.
I felt Trace shifting beneath me, heard the soft sound of fabric moving, his shirt already gone at some point I’d missed entirely.
The rasp of his zipper. He lifted me slightly, just enough, and I heard him exhale roughly as he freed himself.
His hands gripped my hips and he brought me back down, seating me fully onto him until I felt every inch of him buried inside me.
The breath left my body completely.
He held me there against him, his chest pressed against my back, his fingers digging into my hips as though it were taking a considerable amount of effort to restrain himself.
Every point of contact between us was charged and electric.
Every second he gave me to acclimate was a second costing him something, and I could feel it in the tension of his hands, in the controlled stillness of his body beneath mine, in the unsteady pull of his breath against the back of my neck.
For one fleeting second, I thought he was going to be gentle about it.
He was not.
He drove up into me hard and my whole body jolted forward.
His arms locked around me, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he set a pace that was nothing like Dominic’s.
Where Dominic had been precise and consuming, Trace was fervent and relentless, every thrust pushing the breath out of me before I could catch it back.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed against my hair, his voice wrecked in a way I’d never quite heard from him before as he slowed his pace for a beat. “You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”
“Please…” I cried, my whole body arching back into him. “Don’t stop…”
A low sound rolled out of Dominic, something between a growl and a groan that pulled my eyes to him instantly.
He’d settled onto the edge of the coffee table, palms splayed behind him, his body looking like something sculpted in the low amber light of the room, all clean lines and carved muscle.
The look on his face was pure, unguarded hunger, as though watching me come apart on Trace was its own kind of pleasure, one he had absolutely no interest in hiding.
Trace’s arms tightened around me as his pace picked up again, each thrust driving harder and deeper into me than the last.
“Oh, god…”
“You like that?”
“OH, GOD…”
All I could do was grip his forearms and hold on as he drove into me higher and deeper, the pleasure coiling so tight inside me it bordered on unbearable.
My nails raked down his arms as the edge rushed up faster than I could track.
His hand came up and gripped my jaw, turning my face toward his, and his mouth found mine as he pushed into me one last time.
His tongue slid against mine and I felt him shudder hard as we both came apart at the same moment, swallowing each other’s sounds in the soft amber hush of the room.
For a long time after, neither of us moved.
I sat there draped against Trace’s chest, Dominic’s fingers trailing idly up and down my calf as the city lights bled silently through the glass all around us.
My whole body felt wrung out and luminous all at once, as though something had been burned clean through me and left nothing but warmth in its place.
Nobody spoke. Nobody needed to. The three of us just breathed together in the amber glow of the room, tangled and spent and closer than we’d been in what felt like years, and for one suspended stretch of time I let myself have it.
All of it. The warmth and the closeness and the rare, fragile luxury of not bracing for whatever was coming next.
But it was coming. We all knew it. Tomorrow was sitting just on the other side of the dark, patient and immovable, and no amount of warmth was going to push it back.
I closed my eyes and pressed a little deeper into Trace’s chest.
Tonight, we were still here. Still whole, and still together.
Tomorrow, we went to war.