Page 135 of Ensnared

Except...Ilook over my shoulder and see thatDomis sitting back on his heels, watching me with a hot, satisfied look on his face, like it wasn’t me who just came hard enough to see stars.Therestlessness has bled out of him, and he’s lost the twitchy, electrified pulse that felt so lusciously threatening before.

Histhick cock is dark and swollen, desperately leaking pre-cum against his stomach, yet he seems... content.

Ilick my lips, andDom’sbrow kicks up. “Ithink you’re done.”

Ifrown, pressing my cheek againstBeau’schest.Hisheartbeat is still unsteady, and he rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Idon’t want to be done,”Ireply, andIcan’t even find the grace to be embarrassed by how petulantIsound.Dom’sbrow hikes further in warning, andIrush to add, “Sir.Please.I...Iwant to make you feel good too.”

Domhesitates, andBeautilts my head up, dropping sweet kisses against my lips, my chin, my cheeks.Herubs his nose against mine, andIhum in happiness.

Beauglances over at his friend. “Ithink she can do one more.Youcould use it.”

“AndIsaid she’s had enough.We’redone for the day,Beau.”Hisjaw flexes. “Don’tpush it.”

Sleepy, and not liking the snap toDom’stone,Iroll a little and reach out for him.Hestares at my palm likeIpresented him with something unexpected.Somethingspecial.

Hisface softens, and he takes my hand.

Myheart softens too, at the shine in his eyes.

Pickingsomething up from the grass,Dommoves in so he’s behind me, then tugs my head back.Iexpect a kiss, but instead, he cradles my gaze in his, and slowly, so slowly, he slides my glasses back on.Ihold my breath—Idon’t thinkIcould find air ifIwanted to.

Dom’slarge hands whisper over my cheekbones, and he watches me with such focus, moves with such studious care as he tucks my glasses gently behind my ears, that my heart takes a hard, aching hit.

Whenhis hands fall away,Iremember to breathe, andIlet my head rest back in the nook of his neck.Mylegs are still twined withBeau’s.Thethree of us are pressed as close as we can be without them being inside me.Adrowsy calm falls over me, andIsnuggle against them, deciding not to question the sweetness.

ButDomdoesn’t seem inclined to let me sleep.Ina serious voice, he asks, “Areyou okay,Eden?Thatwasa lot.”

Beau’shand trails idly over my thigh asIfrown.Idon’t know if he’s referring to the fight, or the manIkilled, or all the scarily intense sort-of sex, but whatever he means,Idon’t really care—I’mstuck on one word.

He’scalling meEdenagain, andIdon’t thinkIlike it.

IthinkIwant him to go back to calling me “good girl”... or even “pet.”Itdoesn’t sound like such a loaded word while we’re all naked like this.

Stretchinglike a cat between them,Irub the back of my head into his neck. “Mm-hmm,I’mgood, sir.Perfect.I’mperfectly perfect.”

“Perfectlyperfect, huh?” he asks, sounding wry.

“Mm-hmm.”

Hisfingers track down my side, almost hesitantly. “Well, okay, then.”

Isink into the touch.Icould probably slip under this feeling and drown here, andIwouldn’t even struggle.

Beaukisses my shoulder lazily. “Ourpet looks good on you,” he says toDom.

Atthe endearment,Imelt, but a small amount of tension steals intoDom’sembrace.

“Hmm,” is all he says.

Inestle in closer, sleepy and dazed.Idon’t want him tense.Iwant him limp and sated and thrilled with me.Itry not to read into his lack of reaction.ItisDom, after all.

“Youshould see what the three of us can manage in a bed, darlin’.We’llhave to find one next time.”

Dom’shand falters from its stroking motion on my back.Thenit drops, and he squeezes my hip.

Isigh into the touch, my brain puddled between my ears.Idon’t want to—can’t—overthink this.DomandBeauhave me wrapped up like their favorite present.Itisperfect.Thethree of us like this, clean of secrets, is one of the most perfect things there is.

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