Chapter 11 #2
Stellan moves in from the side, settling against the wall next to us, close enough to touch. His fingers trace down my arm, my hip, my thigh. “He’s not wrong.” His mouth finds my shoulder. “You’re exquisite.”
“You’re both ridiculous.”
“Possibly.” Stellan’s right hand slides lower, fingers tracing the waistband of my shorts. “But you like it.”
I do. God help me, I really do.
Thane’s mouth replaces his hand on my breast, tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I arch into him, and Stellan’s hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady.
“Patience,” Stellan murmurs, turning me slightly so my back is against his chest. “We have all night.”
“Maybe I don’t want patience.”
“What you want,” Thane says against my skin, switching to my other breast, “is to be thoroughly taken care of. And that requires a certain amount of—” He bites down gently, and I cry out. “—attention to detail.”
Stellan’s fingers slip beneath my waistband. No underwear either—I really didn’t think this through—and he finds out exactly how wet I am.
“She’s ready,” he observes, like he’s commenting on the weather.
“Already?” Thane lifts his head, silver eyes catching mine. “We’ve barely started.”
“What can I say.” Stellan’s fingers circle my clit, and my hips jerk. “She’s responsive.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” I manage.
“Our apologies.” Stellan slides one finger inside me, slow and deliberate, and my head falls back against his shoulder. “Is this better?”
“It’s—” He adds a second finger, curling them just right, and I lose my words.
“Use your words, darling.” His thumb finds my clit while his fingers work inside me. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want—” Thane’s mouth finds my nipple again, and between the two of them I can barely think. “I want more.”
“More what?” Stellan’s voice is patient, amused. “More fingers? More mouth? More—”
“More everything. Stop being so fucking controlled and just—”
Thane growls against my skin, actually growls, and suddenly his hands are on my shorts, yanking them down my legs. Stellan’s fingers withdraw—I whimper at the loss—and then Thane is lifting me, pinning me against the wall with his hips, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is rough, the careful control finally cracking. “Less patience?”
“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him. “God, yes.”
He reaches between us, freeing himself, and then he’s pressing into me—slow, so slow, inch by inch until he’s fully seated and I’m gasping against his shoulder.
“Still okay?” he asks, voice strained.
“If you ask me that one more time, I’m going to—”
He pulls out and slams back in, and the rest of my threat dissolves into a moan.
Stellan watches us from a few feet away, arms crossed, expression hungry but controlled. “Harder,” he says. “She can take it.”
Thane’s hips snap forward, driving me into the wall, and I cry out. He does it again, and again, setting a rhythm that steals my breath.
“That’s it.” Stellan moves closer, one hand sliding into my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at you. Taking everything he gives you.”
“Stellan—”
“Shh.” He kisses me, soft and slow, a counterpoint to Thane’s relentless pace. When he pulls back, his eyes are molten. “You’re doing so well.”
The praise hits something deep. My inner walls clench around Thane, and he groans.
“She liked that,” Thane manages.
“I noticed.” Stellan’s hand slides down between us, finding where Thane and I are joined, and his fingers find my clit. “Let’s see what else she likes.”
The dual sensation—Thane driving into me while Stellan’s fingers work my clit—is overwhelming. I’m caught between them, unable to do anything but feel.
“She’s close,” Stellan observes.
“I can feel it.” Thane shifts his angle, hitting something deeper, and I see stars. “There?”
“There.”
“Excellent.”
Stellan’s fingers speed up, matching Thane’s rhythm, and I’m climbing fast, too fast—
“Not yet.” Stellan’s hand stills, and I sob in frustration.
“What—why—”
“Because I want to watch you break.” His voice is pure silk. “And you’re not quite there yet.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He kisses my jaw, my throat, the spot just below my ear. “You love that we know exactly how to take you apart.”
Thane slows his pace, rolling his hips instead of thrusting, keeping me on the edge without letting me fall. “Tell us what you need.”
“I need to come,” I grit out. “Please.”
“Please what?” Stellan’s fingers trace circles around my clit, never quite giving me enough pressure.
“Please let me come. Please. I’ll do anything—”
Thane and Stellan exchange a glance over my shoulder.
Then they both move at once.
Thane drives into me hard, hitting that perfect spot, while Stellan’s fingers press down on my clit hard. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my whole body shaking, Thane’s name and Stellan’s name tangling together on my tongue.
Thane follows moments later, groaning against my throat as he spills inside me. His fangs graze my pulse.
“Yes,” I breathe before he can ask. “Do it.”
He bites.
The pain transforms instantly, flooding my system with something deeper than pleasure. The bond flares, his satisfaction and my surrender tangling together. The feeding isn’t taking—it’s completing. A circuit finally closed.
The bite pushes me into another peak, smaller but sharper, and I clench around him as he feeds.
When he withdraws, sealing the wound with his tongue, I’m boneless.
“Holy shit,” I say intelligently.
“Indeed.” Stellan is still hard, still patient, watching us with dark eyes. “When you’ve recovered, I believe it’s my turn.”
Thane eases out of me, and before my legs can give out entirely, Stellan is there—taking my weight from Thane, pulling me back against his chest.
“The grass,” I manage. “My back is complaining about the wall.”
“How romantic.” But he’s already lifting me, one arm under my knees, carrying me toward the soft grass beneath the oak tree.
He lowers me down gently, then stands back to strip off his pants. In the moonlight, he’s all elegant lines and lean muscle, and when he settles between my thighs, I can feel how hard he is against my hip.
“Any requests?” he asks, like we’re ordering dinner.
“Surprise me.”
His mouth curves. “Dangerous words.”
He starts at my throat, kissing down my body with agonizing slowness. Collarbone. The swell of my breasts. My nipples, already sensitive from Thane’s attention. My stomach. My hip bones.
“Stellan—”
“Patience.” He settles between my legs, breath warm against my inner thigh. “I want to taste you first.”
His mouth finds me, and I nearly come off the ground.
He eats me out like he has all the time in the world, tongue tracing patterns I can’t follow, lips and teeth adding just enough edge. When he slides two fingers inside me, I’m already shaking.
“Still so wet,” he murmurs against my skin. “Even after Thane filled you. Is that for me, darling?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good.”
He adds a third finger, stretching me, and his tongue finds my clit. The combination is devastating. I’m climbing again, faster than I expected—
And then he stops.
“Stellan,” I groan. “I swear to god—”
“You already came twice.” He kisses my inner thigh, maddeningly gentle. “The third one, you earn.”
“How?”
He prowls up my body, covering me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “By asking nicely.”
I grab his hair and yank him down to my mouth. “Fuck me,” I say against his lips. “Please.”
He slides inside me in one long stroke, and we both groan.
He’s different from Thane. Where Thane is intensity and claim, Stellan is precision and patience. He sets a slow rhythm, deep and deliberate, watching my face for every reaction.
And then I feel it—his power.
Not a push. Not an intrusion. Just… quiet. The anxious chatter in my brain goes silent. Tomorrow disappears. The attic, the door, the ghosts—gone. There’s nothing left but sensation. His body moving in mine. The cool grass against my back. The pleasure building low in my belly.
“There she is,” Stellan murmurs. “Just us now. Nothing else.”
I can’t think. Don’t want to think. Just feel.
Thane settles beside us, and his hands find my wrists, drawing them up over my head, pinning them gently to the grass. The stretch changes the angle of everything, and I moan.
“Hold still,” Thane says. “Let him work.”
Stellan’s rhythm deepens. His power pulses through me in waves, and every thrust feels amplified—pleasure layered on pleasure until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and another begins.
“More,” I gasp. “Please, more—”
“Greedy.” But Stellan shifts his angle, and I nearly come off the ground. “There?”
“There.”
His pace builds. Thane’s grip tightens on my wrists, keeping me anchored while Stellan drives into me. The pressure coils tighter, deeper than before—something I don’t recognize building at my core.
“There it is,” Stellan breathes. “That’s what I was looking for.”
Thane releases one of my wrists, brings my hand to his mouth. His lips close around two of my fingers, sucking gently, and the unexpected sensation sends sparks down my spine.
“Oh god—”
Stellan’s power surges. My mind empties completely—nothing but them, nothing but this, nothing but the pleasure cresting impossibly high—
“Let go,” Stellan breathes. “I want to feel you.”
I shatter.
Not like before. This is different—deeper, wetter. I feel myself clench around him and then release, and there’s a rush of liquid heat between us that I’ve never—
“Fuck,” Stellan groans, and his hips stutter. “Did you just—”
I can’t answer. I’m still coming, still clenching, still gushing around him as he drives into me one last time and follows me over the edge.
He collapses half on top of me, breathing hard. Thane releases my other wrist, and my arms fall boneless to the grass.
“That was—” Stellan starts.
“New,” I manage. “That was new.”
“You’ve never—”
“No.”
Thane’s hand finds mine, fingers interlacing. “Incubus,” he says, like that explains everything.
Maybe it does.
We lie there in the grass, tangled together, all three of us. The sky is starting to lighten.
“Full circle,” I murmur.
Thane’s thumb traces circles on the back of my hand. “Hmm?”
“When we first got here, I was scared and convinced I was too damaged for anyone to want.” I stare up at the fading stars. “And now I feel…”
“What?” Stellan asks softly, shifting to lie beside me.
“Ready.” The word surprises me with how true it is. “I feel ready.”
Tomorrow I go home. Tomorrow I face the attic and the door and every ghost I left behind.
But tonight, I’m exactly where I want to be.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “Both of you.”
“For what?” Thane props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me.
“For the really excellent distraction.” I laugh. “For figuring out how to share without killing each other.”
“It’s a delicate balance,” Stellan says. “But you’re worth the effort.”
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold.”
Thane snorts. “What reputation? You’ve been disgustingly soft since you met her.”
“I have not—”
“You climbed into her bed to help her sleep. Feeding. Without asking for anything.”
Stellan is quiet. “That was different.”
“Was it?”
“Yes.” His voice drops lower. “That was before I realized I’d do anything she asked.”
Something warm blooms in my chest.
When dawn finally breaks, they help me to my feet. My legs are shaky. My neck throbs where Thane bit. I’m definitely going to walk funny for the rest of the day.
I’m okay with that.