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"Jace," I whisper, the name emerging as a soft, raspy sound.
His eyes widen, pupils dilating instantly. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I feel his body go completely still.
Emboldened by his reaction, I turn slightly toward Theo. "Theo," I manage, my voice barely audible but unmistakably there.
"Fuck," Theo breathes, his hands suddenly gripping my hips with bruising intensity. "Say it again."
I swallow, feeling a strange power in this small act that once seemed impossible. "Theo," I repeat, then turn back to Jace. "Jace."
Something wild flashes in Jace's eyes—a primal response I've never seen from him before. His controlled demeanor slips, revealing something raw and hungry beneath. In one fluid motion, he pulls me from Theo's lap into his arms, his mouth claiming mine with desperate intensity.
I gasp against his lips, startled by the ferocity of his response. His hands are everywhere—tangling in my hair, sliding beneath my shirt, gripping my thighs—as if he needs to touch every part of me at once.
"Your voice," he murmurs between kisses, "saying my name. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"
Before I can respond, Theo is behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his lips trailing fire down my neck. "To both of us," he adds, his voice rough with desire. "You're incredible, Wren. Absolutely fucking incredible."
Chapter 27
Wren
I'mcaughtbetweenthem,surrounded by their heat and need. Jace's hands slide my sleep shirt upward, and I raise my arms to help him remove it. The cool air against my bare skin makes me shiver, but then their hands are there, warming me, claiming me.
Theo's fingers circle my nipples while Jace's mouth descends to capture one hardened peak. The dual sensation makes me arch, my head falling back against Theo's shoulder as pleasure spirals through me.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his voice a hot whisper against my ear. "Let us make you feel good. Our brave girl. So brave for us."
The endearment sends a fresh wave of heat through me. Brave. Is that what I am? It doesn't feel like bravery—this surrender to them, this trust. It feels like coming home.
Jace's mouth moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach as Theo continues to tease and torment my breasts. When Jace reaches the waistband of my sleep shorts, he looks up, his eyes seeking permission.
I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slides the fabric down my legs. Now I'm completely bare between them, vulnerable in a way that should be frightening but isn't. Not with them.
Theo's hands slide down to my hips, steadying me as Jace settles between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my core makes me gasp, my fingers clutching at Theo's forearms. Jace laps at me with long, deliberate strokes, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.
"Beautiful," Theo murmurs, watching as Jace works me with deliberate precision. "So beautiful, watching you come apart for us."
Jace pulls back just enough to whisper, "Fuck, I could eat you forever," before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit with perfect pressure. His free hand grips my inner thigh, fingers digging into my skin before tapping that familiar rhythm against my flesh—the same pattern he drums when deep in thought. One of his fingers slides inside me, then two, curling forward to find the spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
The pleasure crests suddenly, my back arching as I come against his mouth. He doesn't relent, drawing out every tremor until I'm gasping, boneless. As the aftershocks ripple through me, Theo's hand slides down between us. His fingers circle my back entrance, applying gentle pressure without breaching.
The sensation is unexpected, sending a jolt of surprise through me. We've never ventured there before—that final frontier of intimacy that feels both thrilling and terrifying. Theo's touch is questioning, not demanding, giving me space to decide if I want more.
I freeze for just a moment, my mind racing. Do I want this? To be filled completely, to surrender that last barrier? The thought sends a confusing mix of desire and nervousness through me.
Sensing my hesitation, Theo immediately withdraws his touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder instead. "Too much?" he whispers against my skin.
I shake my head, not in denial but in confusion. I want them—both of them—in every way possible. But something about this moment feels different. Special. Like I need to preserve it somehow.
Jace lifts his head from between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine with that intense focus that always makes my heart stutter. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he says softly. "There's no rush."
The tenderness in his voice, the care in Theo's touch—it overwhelms me suddenly. These men who have seen me at my most broken, who have pieced me back together with infinite patience, who have never pushed or demanded... they're offering me yet another choice. Another moment of agency in a life where so much was taken from me.
I reach for them both, drawing them up to me. I want to be face to face, to see their eyes, to share breath as we share bodies. I sign quickly, my hands shaking slightly with emotion.
"I want you both. Together."
Their expressions shift in tandem—confusion, then understanding, then something darker, hungrier.
