Page 158

Behind me, Helion sucked in a sharp breath. The sound sent a wicked little thrill through me.

Rythos didn’t smile. He only watched me come closer, his gaze darkening with every inch between us as I obeyed his order.

He moved with supernatural speed.

One moment I was at his feet, and the next he swept me up against him, my knees hooked over his forearms as he held me open in front of him.

“Can you feel how hard I am?” he growled, the broad head of his cock pushed into my soaked entrance, stretching me with a slow roll of his hips. “From watching you take his cock like a good girl.”

My breath caught, pleasure rippling through me as those filthy words sank beneath my skin. Gods, I hated how much I loved hearing them from him. How depraved that made me.

I pushed myself downwards on his cock, the burning pain of being stretched morphing into blissful pleasure.

His fingers dug into my skin, holding me like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between us as he moved me with slow, deliberate care.

Helion’s hand moved over my hip.

“You’re taking him so well, Sunshine,” he praised, filling that dark void inside me. “Can you handle me as well?”

A nervous flutter tore through my stomach, equal parts fear and want.

“Yes,” I breathed, then louder, because I needed them to believe me. “Please.” The word came out embarrassingly desperate.

For one sharp second, guilt tried to claw its way through the heat. I should have wanted one of them. I should have known where my heart belonged.

Before I could dwell on it, Rythos’ mouth found mine again, his tongue moving against mine in slow, languid strokes.

He stilled his hips completely, one hand cradling the back of my neck as if grounding me there with him, while behind me, Helion’s hands moved carefully, gently parting me.

My breath caught against Rythos’ lips when I felt Helion nudge against my back entrance.

Rythos devoured the sound in a masculine moan, kissing me deeper, soothing every flicker of nerves and shame running through me.

The pressure stung as Helion eased into me, the unfamiliar stretch stealing my breath.

I panted through it, forcing myself to relax while the sharpness slowly gave way to something deeper.

The sensation was almost too much—Rythos buried deep inside me, his body taut with the effort of staying still while Helion pushed into me from behind.

His first piercing entered me and my whole body tensed, a strangled gasp leaving me.

They both paused. I could feel every restrained breath, every tremor, every ounce of control they were forcing themselves to keep.

Helion ran his hand soothingly up and down my spine.

“Easy, Sunshine,” he murmured.

Rythos’ thumb stroked beneath my jaw before he gently guided me back against Helion.

I looped an arm around Helion’s neck, and his mouth found mine instead, catching my next breath between his lips.

Rythos moved against me with deliberate care, the movement making Helion’s pressure feel exhilarating.

I moaned, giving into the sensations. Giving into them. My monster and my husband holding me through the pleasure.

“That’s it,” Rythos murmured against my mouth. “Let him in.”

Something about the softness of his voice undid me more than any command could have.