Page 52 of Vanish Into Light

He pulled out, and kissed her slowly, almost lazily, like he was feasting from her mouth, the flex of his tongue relentless.

Then he feathered damp lips over her cheek, her nose, the space between her brows. “What do you think?” he murmured, voice all throaty purr, only half-human. “He’s been very patient.” One hand skimmed down her belly and probed at her tender, wet sex. “Are you ready for him?”

She felt almost bruised down there, still pulsing, faintly, her whole body rippling with aftershocks. She was weak, and sluggish, but still she lit up inside at the prospect; a delicious, nearly-painful thrill sparking in her belly.

“Yes.Yes.”

Beck grinned wide, fangs glinting in the lamplight. Kissed her one last time, and then sat back. Adjusted her legs, so her feet were on the mattress, knees up. Put his palms on her damp inner thighs and spread them. Admired her a moment, until her face was flaming, but she didn’t have the slightest urge to cover herself. There was no self-consciousness here now, with them, only desire. Only pleasure.

Finally, he shifted so he sat beside one propped-up leg, and when the mattress dipped, it was Lance who settled between her spread thighs.

He looked ruined. His hair stood up in tufts, and his chest was flushed all the way down to his cock, hard, leaking, and nearly purple at the tip he was so ready. His eyes were dilated, and Beck had bit his lip, a smear of blood forgotten across its plumped width. He was so ready for her – but he didn’t dive right in. Smoothed his hands up her thighs, instead; pressed into her with two fingers, sliding through her own slick, and Beck’s come, eyes widening an impossible fraction.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, voice unsteady. He thrust in to the last knuckle, fingers spreading apart inside her. “He got you so wet.”

“Lance,” Beck prompted, stroking his arm. “She’s ready.”

Lance’s gaze was trained on her sex. “I know.” He shuffled forward, bared his teeth as he gripped his cock with one hand, and her thigh with the other. “I know, I know. God. Rose.” He watched himself, as he breached her, as he sank in inch by inch, his mouth falling open, exhaling in a rush.

Filled again, and it was too soon, was too much, but it was all she wanted. When his hips rolled, she couldn’t stop her spine arching, her toes digging into the sheets. Couldn’t stop the high, breathy sound that built in her throat.

He withdrew nearly all the way, and then thrust back in hard, skin slapping skin, thumbs digging into her hipbones. “Is this…okay?” he asked, chest heaving, glistening, abs taut as he thrust again. Again. “Can I…oh, God.”

“Don’t stop.” It left her lips as a plea. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He spread her thighs wider, pulling her to meet each forceful thrust.

Rose reached up blindly overhead and pressed a shaking hand to the headboard, to keep from being pushed up the bed as he moved, as he drove into her again and again.

Beck laid his hand low on her belly, and she tried to lift into, even as Lance thrust into her. “Mm,” he hummed. “I can feel him. Is he making it good for you, Rosie? Is he reaching you?”

She could only murmur wordlessly in the affirmative, as another thrust rocked her body and left her whimpering. It was so good. First Beck, and now Lance; she was humming. The tension was mounting again, all her tattered nerves feeding her pleasure again, layer upon layer.

She watched through slitted eyes as Beck caught Lance by the chin with just his fingertips, and turned his head; felt the rhythm stutter as Beck kissed him.

Lance’s hips kicked again, helplessly, and Beck’s tongue thrust lewd and wet into his mouth. His other hand slid down from Rose’s belly, until the pads of his fingers were sliding along the parted lips of her sex; he stroked her; teased at the base of Lance’s cock.

Lance made a strangled sound against Beck’s mouth, and his abs clenched so tight they threw shadows.

Beck pulled back slowly, Lance’s lip caught between his teeth. His hands slipped up Lance’s belly, his chest, squeezed his pec. “Don’t disappoint the lady, now, Lieutenant,” he growled, smiling. “Make her come first.” His hand went to Lance’s hip, then, and squeezed, egging him on.

Lance curled forward, hands braced on the mattress either side of her head, and his hips worked harder, faster, slamming into her.

Beck found her clit, teased it with his claw, and it was both their faces above hers, filling every inch of her vision as she came apart again.

Lance reverent, Beck smiling, as smug and mischievous in his love as he was absolutely worshipful.

TEN

Lance knew Rose. He knew when to try to coax her into a better frame of mind, when to offer encouragement and praise – and he knew when to give her a wide berth. He knew what she looked like when she was fighting, when she was in her element and twirling, stabbing, twisting, shooting.

And he knew what she looked like when she was turned on; when she had given herself over to pleasure and was coming unraveled.

Or…he thought he had.

Watching her with Beck, being with her right after, feeling her tight and slick, so slick, feeling her squeeze around him, and watching her mouth fall open on a silent scream…he’d never seen her in the throeslike thatbefore. Had never seen her truly undone.

But now he had.

---