Page 93 of Crimson Tears

Cillian shakes his head. “I’ve got an hour.”

“I believe I only need five minutes,” Boris says, a hint of teasing in his tone.

I huff, even though he’s not wrong. It’s more that they’re talking as if I’m not even here that irks me.

“Something to say, Little Fox?”

I bite my lip and lean back so I can look at him, batting my lashes.

“Nope.”

He kisses my forehead before finally moving his fingers again. His scruff brushes along my cheek as he settles behind me.

“I promised I would give you everything you need. Is this still what you need?”

His voice is so soft, his movements slow as he checks in with me. It’s sweet and endearing and totally Boris.

“I need you,” I confess. “Both of you.”

I’m rewarded by him flicking my clit under the water. The pain startles me at first, but the pleasure that follows is intense. My gaze goes to Cillian as Boris’ fingers swirl around my entrance, teasing the promise of more.

“How does that feel, Sweetheart?” Cillian asks, his eyes trying to see through the bubbles in the water.

“So good.” I let myself sink into the feelings Boris brings with only his hand. He knows me well, inside and out. Which is why when he pushes three fingers in and curls them just right, adding pressure to my clit with his thumb, I almost come right then and there.

But Boris knows exactly how to keep me on edge, pulling back right before I fall over the cliff. I gasp, clutching onto his arm and begging for more. I’m not above asking for exactly what I want.

“More, please. I need you.”

These men don’t try to strip my power from me, they only add to it. So only for them, I’ll beg. I’ll beg for every last thing they are willing to give me.

“What’s he doing to you, Love?” Cillian kneels right in front of me, so focused on my body I don’t think he would notice if one of these candles set fire to the house around us.

“He-he’s inside me.” I’m panting.

I haven’t done much since we were rescued from that torture bunker, so this feels like a damn marathon. But it wassoworth it. My eyes begin to close as I give in to the pleasure of being touched.

They have both been cuddly with me, but I haven’t had both of them like this since they said we would make it work. I am equal parts nervous and excited for everything to come.

“Eyes on me, Sweetheart. I want to see you come undone.”

His voice is more dominating than I’m used to, bringing a whole new level of heat to the moment. I do as he commands without question, earning me a smile.

“Such a good girl for us.”

He punctuates his praise by adding his hand to the mix, tweaking a nipple before massaging the swell of my breast. My back arches into him while also trying to ride Boris’ hand. My body hurts, and my ribs protest, but it feels too good to stop.

“That’s it,” Boris says, picking up the pace and fucking me with his hand just the way I like, keeping pressure on my clit with each thrust.

When I think it can’t get any better, Cillian’s hand slips down and joins Boris’. His eyes flit over as if asking for his permission. I can’t see what Boris’ response is, but Cillian continues feeling around until he adds two fingers to the mix.

“Feck, Love. You want to take both our cocks one day, don’t you? You open so well for us, as if you were made for the two of us.”

My mouth drops open, but no words come out. Cillian winks at Boris as he says, “I think we work better together, don’t you Old Man?”

As if they were in sync, Cillian curls his fingers back as Boris’ pumps in and out of me. It’s so much all at once that I can’t stop from letting go. I explode with the mental image of them both thrusting into me at once.

Gripping the sides of the tub, I cry out both of their names. It’s so freeing and feels so damn right. Boris sits forward and claims my mouth. The second he moves back, Cillian is there, kissing me as if his life depends on it. As if I were his oxygen.

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