Lucan shoved me onto my back, his grip like fire at my hips, holding me still as my body trembled beneath him. The forest melted into shadow. The world shrank to the press of skin, to the ragged edge of need, to the heat in his eyes and the filthy hunger between us.
Kael didn’t wait.
He dropped between my thighs, hands dragging down my legs like he owned me. He parted me wide, opened me like an offering, like something sacred and meant to be defiled. His mouth found my c**t—hot, slow, ruthless. Each flick of his tongue pulled moans out of me I didn’t recognize as mine.
Behind him, Aemon’s weight pressed into my back. His c**k, hard and heavy, nudged against my soaked cunt, and then he shoved in. No warning. No words. Just heat and stretch and fullness that ripped a cry from my throat.
