“A top position,” Tristan agrees, taking my bottom lip between his own. “A position that other people are going to want, and a Lady he’d kill for. That makes you a target.”
“Sounds like a Tuesday,” I sigh, running my fingers through his soft hair. “I don’t want to worry right now, Tristian. I’m so goddamn tired of worrying. Can’t I just enjoy this for once?”
“Enjoy what?” Dimitri asks, stopping at the door. He pauses to take us in, eyebrow rising as Tristian’s kisses trail down my jaw. “Oh, we’re enjoying that.” He leans back, checking the hall before entering, but Tristian spins us so I can’t see Dimitri’s approach.
I can feel it, though, hard and eager against my backside as Dimitri’s mouth finds my shoulder. “You want something, baby?” The words are quiet and enticing, but beneath them, I can still find that ring of threat I’d heard in the parlor before. This one isn’t malicious—he’s just drawing me out, making me ask for it. But the memory of his coolly violent promise still rattles against my spine like lava. The hands that are tucking themselves beneath my shirt, sweeping up my ribs…
These are hands that could kill people.
Maybe they’re hands that have already killed people.
I’ve never asked.
And it wouldn’t change a fucking thing if I had.
“I want you.” My response is very clear, even though it’s spoken through a ragged sigh. “Both of you. All of you.”
Tristian rumbles, wedging his hands between me and Dimitri to take two big handfuls of my ass. “You want us inside you, sweetheart? Like last time?”
I barely complete a nod before he’s spinning me around. Dimitri catches me against his chest, hands grabbing my jaw to take my mouth in a searing kiss. His fingers move to unzip the hoodie and I feel Tristian push it off my shoulders in an impressively coordinated series of movements. He lifts my hair off my neck next, kissing the warm skin back there.
Shoving my fingers up Dimitri’s shirt, I push it over his head to reveal his lean, cut torso. I love the sharpness of his muscles. The efficient wiriness of him. There’s strength here, my palms descending to his hard abs, but it’s tightly contained. I can’t help but duck down, pressing a kiss to my mark on this chest. When I slide back up, Tristian’s fingers replace my mouth, tracing the ‘S’ in Dimitri’s chest.
“Couldn’t help but notice Killer has one of these now, too.” Tristian speaks into my cheek, curled around me as he inspects Dimitri’s scar. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I detect a hint of jealousy in his voice. The dark and possessive flicker in Dimitri’s eyes makes it clear he hears it, too.
“Your body is your temple,” I tell him, turning to kiss the curve of his jaw. “I wouldn’t expect you to deface it.”
“Hm.” His eyes tighten, but just as quickly as the topic was raised, it’s forgotten by the warmth of his palms sliding up my ribs, catching my shirt as it ascends. Dimitri makes a hungry sound when the hem clears my breasts, tipping down to mouth at my nipple. Into my ear, Tristian says, “I can’t wait to bury my dick into you.”
Tossing my shirt aside, his hand dips down the back of my leggings and yanks at my thong. I feel the sharp sting against my ass. I know what he wants and how he wants it. I also know what it feels like to give it to them, to feel two of my Lords inside me at the same time, and I’m ready to feel it again.
So damn ready.
The clink of Dimitri’s belt buckle draws my attention back to him, but I’m already pushing him back into the bed, soaking in the surprised flash in his eyes when he lands on the mattress, hard and off-kilter. “Oh, really?” he says, smirking, but then I’m grabbing his jeans and yanking them down his thighs.
I grin. “Really.” My mouth waters as I take in the curve of his cock. Suddenly, I want nothing more than to taste him, to suck him until he’s gasping and begging for release. I push my ass against Tristian’s crotch, feeling the hardness in his pants, and he pulls me against him, flattening his hand across my belly.
“Look how hard he gets for you,” Tristian says, breath hot in my ear as Dimitri strokes his cock. “I bet he misses jacking off into all your pretty little panties since you asked us to save it for you.”
Dimitri looks up at me through thick, dark lashes, fingers fanning up my ribs, below my breasts. “Nah. The real thing is better.” His thumbs roll over my nipples, rising them to peaks, then licks and sucks them until I’m curled over his head, panting.