The next wave hit just before dawn.
I woke to the feeling of hands on my body—Adrian’s mouth on my throat, Lucian’s fingers already sliding between my thighs. Heat had turned my skin fever-hot again. Slick coated Lucian’s hand the second he touched me. A needy, broken sound escaped before I could stop it.
“Easy,” Adrian murmured against my pulse. “We’ve got you.”
They didn’t make me wait. Lucian rolled onto his back and pulled me over him so I straddled his hips. He guided himself to my entrance and pushed up in one smooth thrust. The stretch was familiar now but no less intense. I sank down until he was buried to the hilt and we both groaned.
Adrian moved behind me. I felt the broad head of his c**k press against the tighter ring of muscle further back—slick with something cool and sl
