Page 94 of Crimson Tears

Cillian slows the kiss, dragging it out until I can hardly reciprocate, my body going lax from exertion. My limbs feel like literal jelly. Boris sneaks in another kiss the moment Cillian is done. It’s so fast I know that they both had to have tasted each other on my lips, and for some reason, that makes me hot all over again.

They both help me out of the tub. Neither of them say anything, but their gentle touches never leave, which is exactly what I needed. Boris wraps me in a giant towel and Cillian carries me back to the bed.

As soon as he lays me down, I look for Boris. When our eyes connect, he nods to me. “I am not going anywhere,Lisichka. This is where we are meant to be. I know it.”

“Damn straight,” Cillian agrees.

I smile at them both, happier than I think I’ve ever been in my life. I used to think I was destined to be in a loveless marriage with a hateful man, but somehow, I got the two men who love me more than anything.

They treat me right, like their equal in every way. I have no idea how I came to deserve this, but I vow not to take a single moment for granted with them. If the time we have together is short, which in this life it usually is, I want to enjoy every last second of it.

Cillian leans down and kisses my forehead, but when he tries to pull back, I tug him to me. He nearly falls on the bed on top of me, but misses just slightly.

“Dammit, Ness. I’m going to accidentally hurt you if you do that.” His panicked expression makes me smile.

“No you won’t.” He would never hurt me.

“Oh,” he snorts as he sits up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Boris asks, grabbing a shirt and cozy boxers out of his drawers for me to wear.

“She needs more.”

My face heats. He isn’t wrong, and it may or may not have been why I was flirting so hard.

I just can’t help it. I went from having sex almost daily, sometimes two or three times a day, to having my heart broken. Then I was tortured, held captive, rescued and stitched up,andhad to heal. This girl needs some serious action right now.

“Is that true, baby?” Boris asks, setting the clothes on the side of the bed for me.

Hanging my head, I nod. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger lightly, tilting my face so I have no choice but to stare into those icy blue eyes of his.

“You can tell us,” he says.

“Yes. I want more.”

Boris’ lips lift. “Well then, why don’t you crawl onto his lap?”

My brows wrinkle because Cillian is clothed and then I get it. Hesitating, I almost stop to ask him if he’s okay with it. Before I can, Cillian grabs my wrist and encourages me onto his lap, handing Boris the towel when I’m on top.

My body is on full display for the two of them and it’s oddly exhilarating. I feel like I am the center of their world right now. That’s an insane feeling.

“So beautiful,” Cillian says as he runs a finger over my skin from my neck to my breast. He lingers on the tattoo I got for my sister, a bright fuchsia standing out just under my left breast. When he meets my eyes, I know he knows.

It’s like we both pause there and I have no idea what he could be thinking. He has to know she’s gone, but does he know how it all happened?

A lump forms in my throat as he traces each vine connecting the three flowers, knotted together in the center. Then his hand dips all the way down to my core.

“Are you going to soak these pants so I have something to jack off to later?”

Sucking my lip between my teeth, I shake my head.

“Oh really?” His brow lifts, making him look even more unhinged.

“Tell him what you want, my little fox.”

“I want you to come with me.” I look back at Boris. “Both of you.”

They glance at each other before returning their gazes back to me. Cillian opens his mouth to speak, but Boris gets there first.

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