Page 37 of Fractured

Atticus stepped up next to him, toeing off his shoes and peeling off his cardigan, tossing it on the chair. The plain T-shirt came next, and I might have drooled just a bit. He was every bit as sexy, if a little leaner, but no less defined.

“Atticus, sit back against the pillows, and I want you to hold our Lilith against your chest.”

I was captivated as Atticus unbuttoned his pants, peeling both his slacks and underwear off in one swoop. His erection was already angry and swollen as he climbed on the bed. An alluring smile crossed his lips, and I lifted my head for a kiss, but he denied me with a small shake of his head and a low chuckle.

“Not time for that yet, Lilith. Ambrose is running this show.”

“Yes, and I believe Lilith is wearing too much. Don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.” Then hands were on me, stripping me, teasing me, building me up so high, that when I was stark naked, I was already burning for them.

Atticus climbed behind me and pulled me against his chest, his hands creating tight bands over my wrists as he moved them behind my head. His legs were spread wide, giving me plenty of room, even as his erection dug into my back.

My chin hit my chest as I watched a naked Ambrose grab my knees and force them apart. He didn’t give me time to appreciate his fine form, he just started pressing hot, wet kisses to my inner thigh. I tried to put my fingers in his thick, wavy black hair, but I’d forgotten Atticus held me.

“Uh-uh,” he said in my ear before giving me a kiss. “Let the man do his work.”

And he did. He tortured me with sinful kisses on every inch of my lower body, except for the good parts. I moaned and lifted my hips, but Ambrose slapped my inner thigh.

“None of that. You asked this of us, and we’re going to do this my way.” He dipped his head and swirled his tongue in my belly button before tracing a pattern down to my mound.

My legs shook in anticipation, my core pulsing. But he didn’t go where I needed him most, and I’d learned my lesson about forcing it.

“You want me to suck on your clit?” he purred against my inner thigh before biting the soft skin.

“You know I do.” I shivered.

“Then you’ll promise to open up to us. Tell us what bothers you instead of just demanding sex.” His blue eyes were a bright cerulean, sucking me into their depths as I had to concentrate to make sense of what he said.

“Who doesn’t want sex?” I gasped as he nibbled closer to my pussy.

“Sex is amazing, and I plan on having lots of it, but I want every part of you.”

The heat coursing through my body cooled slightly. “Why? You don’t even know what you’re asking. You won’t stay. Neither of you will. That’s the way this always works.”

Atticus moved both wrists to one hand and then bit my earlobe hard. “You let us worry about that, remember?” he asked, reminding me of what he’d said in the kitchen.

I tensed as one finger circled my opening before hovering over my clit. So close, I was so close to the delicious escape I was seeking.

“You’ll get all the sex you want if you promise to give us your all,” Ambrose taunted. And fuck me, but I couldn’t hold out against him. I would have promised to fly to the moon in a frying pan just to get him to touch me more.

“Fine.”

This time, he slapped my pussy, and I jumped, the throbbing almost painful now. “That’s not the answer I was looking for.”

“Yes! Fine, fucking yes. Shit! Please just fuck me already!” I cried and rocked my hips as much as I dared.

“Much better. I’ll take it,” he murmured as he latched onto my clit with his mouth and speared two fingers inside me. I was gone. I needed nothing else as my body convulsed and shattered into a thousand pieces. All of those fragments seemed to float around above me until they suddenly snapped back into place.

Ambrose had removed his fingers but was lightly sucking on my clit, causing little spasms to rack my body.

“Lube? Condoms?” he asked, leaning his cheek against my leg.

“Top drawer,” I panted.

“Lovely.” He reached over and pulled out the tube and condoms, flipping the lid open while he tossed a foil packet to Atticus. “Now this is the part where you have a choice, Lilith. Can you take both of us at the same time?”

Shit, I didn’t know, but I was damn sure going to try. I was no anal virgin, so I was willing to risk it all.

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