Page 69 of Song Bird Hearts

“She ain’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Gilden says, licking his lips, his eyes shining with mischief.

I turn to them both, my chest heaving, and reach for Gilden with one hand and Wolf with the other.

“I want both of you,” I say.

Wolf’s eyes darken. “Together?”

I nod as Gilden’s grin widens.

“Oh,cher, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

With a shared look, Wolf and Gilden shift beside me, guiding me down into the grass between them. Gilden is the first to lean in, kissing Wolf with no hesitation. It’s just a slow press of mouths, exploring, testing. Wolf allows it, dominant but still to allow Gilden the chance to direct it. I watch them, my breath catching and my heart hammering.

Wolf breaks it first to pull me forward, kissing me again until I drop in between them and settle into their warmth. My hands reach for both men, stroking them through their pants until they groan. Gilden frantically works his off, before reaching forward to help Wolf out of his. My mouth finds Wolf’s rock hard cock first. Gilden is right behind me, his lips brushing my temple before we both work in tandem to unravel Wolf with our lips. Knox watches silently, unsure of where he belongs, so I reach out and thread my fingers with his while I fill my mouth with Wolf, not wanting him to feel like he’s not a part of this.

Wolf’s composure shatters under our mouths quickly. His fingers grip the earth, his body bowing up as he gasps my name. When he finally can’t take it anymore, he growls, catching my chin and kissing me with enough force to make me dizzy.

“On me,” he says, voice ragged. “Now.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll survive,” he grunts.

I climb over him slowly, careful. He guides himself into me inch by inch, until he’s buried inside me and I’m breathless as I straddle him. He stretches me wide and holds me hostage there as he grips my thighs roughly. He winces, and I spread my thighs wider, worried I’m hurting him even if he keeps telling me it’s fine.

“You look like a fuckin’ goddess,” Gilden murmurs as he kneels behind me, pressing kisses along my spine after he removes my shirt.

“She is,” Wolf groans. “She’s ours.”

I rock on top of him carefully, gasping as the friction and fullness make my head swim. Gilden reaches between my legs, teasing my clit with slow fingers, watching every shudder and cry with wide, hungry eyes.

Knox is still watching, close now, his hand palming himself through his jeans as his eyes remain locked on me. He hadn’t moved when we did, so now he’s a little further away, but still close enough to hold my hand.

“You sure you want to stay over there?” I ask breathlessly, yearning for him. I squeeze his fingers gently.

He doesn’t answer. He just unzips his jeans and finally steps closer, like he’s been waiting for permission.

My breath hitches as he does, taking in the way his chest rises and falls like he’s been running for hours. He’s flushed, his jaw still painfully tight, and his eyes are locked on me as if he’d tried to resist one final time and lost.

“You’re sure?” I ask, even though my body yearns for him to join.

He doesn’t speak, like he’s worried he’ll say something he shouldn’t if he does. He just comes over to me. His hands are warm and solid on my waist as he leans in from behind and kisses my shoulder, then my neck. It’s soft at first, reverent, then his teeth bite down hard enough to send a bolt of pain through my body. I cry out and his tongue darts out to sooth the pain, sending a shiver down my spine that has me threatening to come unraveled on top of Wolf.

“Jesus,” Knox mutters against my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

I roll my hips against Wolf, who groans beneath me, his head dropping back against the grass. The fireflies dance around us in the dark like a chorus of stars watching from the river’s edge. Every touch is like electricity across my skin. I’m so enthralled with these men, I can’t even function the moment they spare me a bit of their attention.

“She’s squeezin’ me so tight,” Wolf growls. “She wants to be stretched. She wants to be claimed.”

“Then let’s give her what she wants,” Gilden purrs.

He shifts behind me, kissing up my spine again as Knox moves to my side, watching with hungry eyes. I turn and pull him into a kiss, my lips desperately moving over his.

“Please,” I whisper into his mouth, “touch me.”

He does. One hand slides down my belly, between my thighs, and his fingers brush against my clit as I ride Wolf. The pleasure doubles, binding and sharp. I cry out, barely able to hold myself together with all three of them touching me. But then Gilden’s mouth is on my shoulder again, just before I feel him press at the same entrance Wolf is already filling.

I freeze, moving to look behind me, but Knox’s strong fingers keep me facing him, keep me kissing him.

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