Page 9 of The Grim, Me, and The Reaper Makes Three

She felt William’s fingers squeeze hers.

“Before we begin,” Atticus continued, shifting in his seat to lean forward with his elbows braced on his knees. “There are some things we should discuss. Sit.” He flicked a hand, and the sudden, firm pressure of soft fabric against the back of her legs had Tati tipping backward.

She let out a cry, only to fall silent when she found herself sitting comfortably on a red velvet settee with William beside her. She looked back at Atticus, mouth wide open.

He stared at her with that smile curving his lips. “Now, Tatiana. William and I have been together intimately for over one hundred years. Our relationship, both in and out of the bedroom, is the product of hundreds of conversations. It is essential that you understand that.”

Tati nodded.

“Now, I am assuming that you are here with us in our residence because you have an interest in joining in our intimate play?”

Tati’s core throbbed. Again, she nodded.

“I need your words, Tatiana.”

“Yes,” she said, her voice already breathless.

“Excellent,” he purred. Beside her, William remained silent, although she could feel one of his hands playing with her hair, twirling in the curls at the base of her neck. “So let us go over your limits, then. I take it after that display with William that you are open to kissing?” When she nodded again, he smiled. “Lovely. And how about being touched? Is there anywhere on your body that you would like us to avoid?”

“No.”

“Fingers, mouths, toys?” Atticus stared at her intently, with unyielding focus. “I can imagine us licking up and down those delicious curves, perhaps spending some extra time tasting you between your thighs. And, depending on your desires, a cock or toy in your cunt or ass could also be arranged.”

Now Tati’s body was truly on fire. She squeezed her thighs, desperate forsomethingthat might offer her a glimmer of relief from the need that raged in her body. “I,” she breathed, trying to gather her thoughts. “I would be open to it all, but I’ve never…in my ass…”

“I want to know whatyouwant, Tatiana. Not what you think we want. We have very wide-reaching appetites, but none of that matters if you are uncomfortable.” Atticus looked at herintently. “Now, again, pretty girl. What are your thoughts on anal penetration?”

“I’d like to try, but maybe start…small?”

Movement beside her drew her attention, and she glanced over, catching William’s wide pupils before looking down at his lap, where his tattooed hand pressed against the crotch of his pants.

Atticus’ low voice drew her attention back to him. “Consider it done. And at any point, in any moment, speak your mind. We will always honor a ‘no.’”

Tati could only nod. It was too much, this casual way of speaking about things that had her wet and sticky between her legs.

“That should be enough for tonight,” Atticus said, leaning back in his chair and spreading his thighs out even wider. “Now then. Come here, pup,” he growled, dark gaze fixed on the man to her right.

William slid from the couch down to the floor, his knees hitting the thick Oriental rug with a dullthunk. Tati watched, body tight and sparking with awareness as he shifted forward, his solid, muscled body rippling under his thin, white shirt and tight black pants as he began to crawl across the floor.

Atticus watched him, heat and wanting burning in his eyes as William stopped between his spread legs. “You can have a taste,” the dark-haired man purred, tangling his long, pale fingers into William’s thick hair. And then, with a push on the back of his head, William buried his face into Atticus’ fabric-covered groin. “Just like that, pup,” he continued, his jaw tightening as his eyes grew heavy-lidded. “Taking such good care of me.”

Tati watched the exchange, breath heavy in her chest. Seeing the two of them together ignited something inside of her—she’d wondered, of course, watching them together in the club, seeing the way that William seemed to subconsciously angle himselftoward Atticus no matter where they were. There was a true, deep connection there. Connection that spoke of years together, years of knowing each other.

“Enough,” Atticus growled, yanking William’s head back. “Time to go show our guest what you can do with your mouth.”

With a grace that made little sense from a man on his knees, William turned away from Atticus and crawled toward her. From this angle she could see his face, his expression dazed, mouth slack and wet, and his eyes violently golden as he looked up at her through his thick, brown lashes. He was beautifully, utterly, debauched.

William paused, resting back on his heels only inches away from her knees. With his eyes fixated on her, he reached up, sliding his hands between her tightly clenched thighs and pressing gently. Her legs fell open, dress slipping up her thighs and leaving her on display for the breathtaking man kneeling before her, as well as the looming presence of the other man who watched them both with a predator’s attention.

“Oh, Tatiana,” Atticus said, his voice low but loud enough to be heard across the small distance between them. “You are lovely. Positively lovely. Would you not agree, pup?”

William only nodded, his eyes fixed on the apex of her thighs. Tati watched as his tongue slipped from his mouth and wet his lips.

“What do you say, darling? Would you like for him to taste you?” Atticus’ low growl echoed in the large room.

“Please,” Tati whispered, completely overwhelmed with want, unable to fully grasp that her body — herdeadbody — was on the precipice of something like this. On the verge of something undoubtedly mind-blowing transpiring between herself and these two eternally-bound men.

William needed no further prompting. His bearded cheek scraped against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as heleaned forward into her space. Her core clenched, throbbing in anticipation as his hot breath met the wetness of the purple lace panties she’d picked out for that night. Panties she’d hoped would be removed by her date.

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