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“Touching me,” I said, panting. “There.”
And then it was more than touching as I felt the tip of his lubricated cock slowly, gradually, breaching my hole. I gasped and whimpered at the stretch and burn, certain I was going to split in two as Mal gripped my hips and kept driving forward.
“Breath, Jen,” Mal murmured, making me realizing I’d been holding my breath as he advanced.
I didn’t know how much of him I could take. They were both so big that the idea of anal with either of them seemed like a trip to the hospital. But I was beyond worrying. Beyond sanity, and the thought of being claimed by both of my men at the same time made my entire body go haywire with desire. My own safety had been an illusion blocking the way of my own pleasure. I wanted more, needed more. I required it.
Mal pulled back, then gave me a few more inches, groaning and shaking from restraint. “You feel so good, Jen.”
“Then fuck me!”
“Don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was hoarse.
I rolled myself back to him. “Do it,” I begged.
His hips jutted forward, and his thumbs dug into my lower back as he grinded back and forth, further into me. A strangled sound escaped him, and I bit Tiger’s chest, riding the pain and the pleasure consuming me.
“Fuck, how are you doing this?” Mal asked.
But I couldn’t answer him. Even if I hadn’t lost the ability to speak, I still couldn’t have answered him. My mouth was busy with Tiger’s lips. Biting them, nibbling his tongue. Licking his sweat. Devouring everything I could.
The bliss of taking them both at once made me a stranger in my own body. So did the pain. I was filled in such a way that made everything else fade away. The pleasure they gave me was all that existed. It was undying love and overwhelming passion in the shape of an incoming orgasm that threatened to shatter me completely.
And then it did. I cried out as my climax stole everything from me, and I floated between them in a sea of unending bliss.
They followed right behind. Tiger thrust deep as he came, his release flooding inside me. His lips whispered love and filthy words of praise against my throat.
Mal slammed forward with a roar, burying himself in my ass, thick and pulsing.
Their gasps mingled with mine, the three of us locked together in an unending wave of need, ecstasy, and devotion.
CHAPTER 23
Mal
Another night of staring at the ceiling.
As exhausted as I was, there were too many issues currently in play for me to sleep. Of my biggest concerns, Longshot stood out.Is he sleeping, or is he contemplating how to one-handedly execute Justice himself without any of us stopping him first?
The question haunted me. It drove me out of bed, dressed me, and made me abandon my dreaming loves for the hallway. At four in the morning, no one else was up, or at least, no one else was in the halls of the manor. The perfect time for subterfuge.
I walked toward the rear of the quiet building, careful not to make any noise to warrant attention. The back of the manor held no bedrooms, thus, no one to hear the errant beeping of my gauntlet driver. I flicked it on and checked my messages.Nothing from the palace and none of the other messages mattered, so I ignored them to write one of my own.
I knew it would not go unanswered. My recipient couldn’t afford to ignore possible contracts. He had a reputation to maintain.
Can we meet on Orhon at my estate when I return? There’s work to be done.
As I stood at the end of the hall near the rear exit, sleepy, shuffling footsteps alerted me to a presence. Sarah padded down the other end of the hall toward her garden room. She did not appear to notice me.
The response came back quickly.I’ll be there.
He didn’t ask when I would return, nor did he ask what time to meet. Pierce Talvak was more efficient than that, and I had no doubt he would be watching my estate, waiting for me. Hiring a man like him was like hiring a stalker, among his other titles. I did not mistake his fast, positive response for anything other than professionalism.
It certainly was not friendship.
Now that things were moving in the right direction, my exhaustion tried to claim me where I stood.Time for bed. As I silently made my way back to our bedroom, Sarah softly called out, “May we speak?”
I sighed, then forced a smile on my lips while I walked into the garden room. She sat at the head of the table, a cup of hot tea in front of her. Sarah looked happy, but also weary.
