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“You’re in heat.”
Ezra hands me the bottle. I drink because Theo watches with the calm patience of a man who knows I will eventually make the sensible choice, even while my body is trying to climb him. He counts each swallow with his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist.
“One more.”
I take it.
“Good girl.”
The praise goes straight between my thighs. My knees fall apart. Theo’s nostrils flare, and the purr in his chest turns rougher.
I reach for Theo again. “Very responsible. Now please ruin my ability to form complete thoughts.”
Theo’s mouth finally curves. He kneels between my thighs.
The attic has grown dim around us. Afternoon rain taps against the roof, soft at first, then harder. The draped fabrics shift in the breeze from the fan. The string lights glow gold above the mattress.
Theo slides his hands beneath my shirt and pushes it up. My breath catches.
His gaze moves over the patch high on my thigh, then lower. “Say what you want.”
“You.”
His hand settles over my knee. “More.”
I swallow. “Your mouth. Your cock. Your knot.” My voice shakes on the last word. “Ezra touching me. You touching him. Both of you wanting this too.”
Ezra’s breath skitters across my neck, causing goosebumps to awaken along the path.
Theo leans close enough that his beard brushes my inner thigh. “We want you too.”
He pulls my underwear down slowly, exposing me to the cool air. Slick shines on the insides of my thighs. Theo’s eyes stay on my face as he lowers his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue makes my hips jump.
His palm presses over my stomach, holding me steady. Ezra sits behind me, legs framing mine, chest against my back. His mouth finds my shoulder while one hand slips under Theo’s shirt.
Theo licks me slowly, almost lazily, as if the heat hasn’t made me desperate enough to cry.
I clutch Ezra’s thigh. “Theo.”
His answer is a low sound against my pussy.
Ezra cups my breast, thumb brushing the beaded nipple through the fabric. His other hand slides over Theo’s shoulder, then lower along his back. Theo moans at the touch. That sound makes pleasure spark brighter. Ezra’s fingers slip into Theo’s hair while Theo sucks my clit. Theo turns his head just enough to bite lightly at Ezra’s wrist before returning to me.
The bond between them is alive in every movement. It’s also mine to witness, and that feels like a gift.
Theo brings me close, his tongue applying perfect pressure to my clit, but then eases off.
I make a helpless sound. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He licks through my slick, then presses two fingers inside me. My body opens greedily.
Ezra kisses the side of my face. “He likes making you ask.”
“I noticed.”
Theo curls his fingers. The first orgasm rolls through me in a hot, sudden wave. My thighs shake around his shoulders. Ezra holds me upright while Theo works me through every pulse, mouth still on my clit until I’m trying to squirm away from the intensity.
Theo doesn’t let me escape far. He kisses the inside of my thigh, then sits up and takes Ezra’s hand. Without taking his eyes off him, Theo pulls two of Ezra’s fingers into his mouth.
