“Jesus, your ass,” Tristian says, pushing down my leggings. His fingers are cool against my overheated skin, squeezing my cheeks and then spreading them. “I’m still pissed Rath got to you first.”
Dimitri smirks around my nipple. “Sorry, brother. Fair is fair.”
“But that just means he loosened you up for me.” I hear his zipper lower as I kick my clothes away, but he doesn’t come closer. “I won’t have to fuss around so much to get you warmed up.”
Tristian, god help me, knows exactly what he’s doing. All this talk, the jokes, the teasing, the mind games. He’s just trying to rile me up, and I’m irritated that it’s working. My pussy is drenched and aching.
“You know what’s not fair?” I say, snapping upright. “You two being pussy-teases all the time. It's been a really stressful week and sometimes a girl just wants to get her brains fucked out by two of the men she loves.”
“Uh.” Tristian goes still behind me, trying to process what I just said.
I don’t wait for him to figure it out, climbing right into Dimitri’s lap. He startles, eyes glued to the tits in his face. “Should we wait for Killer?”
“No,” I answer, reaching between us to guide his cock where I want it. “He can find me after both of you have fucked me into unconsciousness.” Without waiting for a response, I sink down.
“Shit,” Dimitri spits, hands clasping my hips. “Goddamn, girl. Give a guy some warning.” The words may chastise, but they’re spoken in a low, reverent tone as he pushes me down, impaling me on his cock.
“God, that feels so good.” I gulp in a few overwhelmed breaths before forcing his chin up, making him look at me. “You feel so good.”
Dimitri has this way of looking at me that makes it feel as though the whole world is falling away, darkening at the corners until my awareness is teetering on the point of his pupils. If I had the privilege of whimsy, I might call his stare enchanting, even though it wouldn’t fit. It’s too demanding and wicked, a chasm I’d fear falling into if I hadn’t already surveyed the depths and made a home of them. It’s why I can’t hold it against Auggy, the fact that she wants him. I remember the bitterness in her voice that night Dimitri had come for me in the pit, and she was right to feel it, because being under the heavy weight of that dark stare is even better than she could imagine.
As if hearing my thoughts, he takes my hand, pressing it to the scar on his chest. “Remember?” he asks, pressing his palm against the scars on mine. Nodding, I rock against him, hearing what’s left unsaid.
But these are the days of Kings and corpses.
We can’t afford to leave things unsaid.
“I love you.” I speak the words against his lips, barely touching, and watch as his eyes slide closed.
“I love you, too.” It’s a tickle against my mouth, metal against skin, breath colliding with breath, and when I wind my fingers into his hair, I have this notion that I’m lucky to have him inside me. In more ways than one.
I could be luckier, though.
I glance back at Tristian, who’s just standing there with his dick in his hand. Literally. “You going to put that in me sometime this year?”
“Just enjoying the show.” A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face. “But if you insist…”
Dimitri grabs my hips and rocks me against him, falling back onto the bed as I seat myself, preparing. I feel the soft touch of Tristian’s hands as they run down my back, pushing me down onto Dimitri’s chest, and then his fingertips dragging down my ass, spreading my cheeks. The shock of his mouth thrusts me forward and Dimitri grunts in response. For all his talk about not warming me up, he does it anyway, getting me good and slippery with his tongue. Dimitri teases me through it, tongue tracing the seam of my mouth, teeth nipping at my jaw, hands palming my breasts.
I get so lost in it—so impatient to feel Dimitri moving inside of me—that I almost miss the sudden absence of Tristian’s mouth, the head of his cock brushing against me. I look back over my shoulder just in time to see a glob of spit fall from his lips to the head of his rigid cock, jutting against my backside. It must make its mark, because he instantly presses it into me, eyes meeting mine as he forces it inside.
My body seizes up, still not used to the strange invasion, but Dimitri forces his fingers into the fist I’m making in the covers, threading our fingers together. “Relax, baby. Let him in.” I suck in a breath, watching as Tristian’s fingertips dig divots into my hips. His eyelids flutter as he sinks another thick inch into my ass. “You see that?” Dimitri asks, breath hot in my ear. “He’s thinking about how tight you are. I bet he’s thinking that he’s not gonna last. That’s how I felt. I felt like you were going to take it all out of me.”