Page 43 of To The Final End
He’s on me before I finish my next breath, hands gripping my hips, mouth claiming mine. The kiss is deep and filthy and exactly what I needed—his tongue stroking against mine, his teeth catching my bottom lip, his hands already sliding under the hoodie to find bare skin.
Stellan’s hands find my waist from behind. His thumbs trace circles on my hip bones while Thane devours my mouth.
“May I?” he murmurs against my ear.
“Yes. You don’t have to keep asking.”
“I’ll always ask.” His fingers slip higher under the hoodie, skating across my ribs. “The first time, at least.”
Thane’s hands tighten on my hips. Stellan reads the shift instantly—steps aside like they’ve done this before, fluid and practiced—and then Thane is walking me backward until my shoulders hit the wall.
Same wall. Same stone. Everything different.
He breaks the kiss long enough to yank the hoodie over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra underneath—didn’t see the point for a 3 AM existential crisis—and the night air raises goosebumps across my skin. Thane goes still, just for a heartbeat, looking at me.
“Still beautiful,” he murmurs.
“Still weird when you stare.”
“Get used to it.” His hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple, and I gasp. “I plan to stare at you for the rest of my considerably long life.”
Stellan moves in from the side, settling against the wall next to us, close enough to touch. His fingers trace down my arm, my hip, my thigh. “He’s not wrong.” His mouth finds my shoulder. “You’re exquisite.”
“You’re both ridiculous.”
“Possibly.” Stellan’s right hand slides lower, fingers tracing the waistband of my shorts. “But you like it.”
I do. God help me, I really do.
Thane’s mouth replaces his hand on my breast, tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I arch into him, and Stellan’s hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady.
“Patience,” Stellan murmurs, turning me slightly so my back is against his chest. “We have all night.”
“Maybe I don’t want patience.”
“What you want,” Thane says against my skin, switching to my other breast, “is to be thoroughly taken care of. And that requires a certain amount of—” He bites down gently, and I cry out. “—attention to detail.”
Stellan’s fingers slip beneath my waistband. No underwear either—I really didn’t think this through—and he finds out exactly how wet I am.
“She’s ready,” he observes, like he’s commenting on the weather.
“Already?” Thane lifts his head, silver eyes catching mine. “We’ve barely started.”
“What can I say.” Stellan’s fingers circle my clit, and my hips jerk. “She’s responsive.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” I manage.
“Our apologies.” Stellan slides one finger inside me, slow and deliberate, and my head falls back against his shoulder. “Is this better?”
“It’s—” He adds a second finger, curling them just right, and I lose my words.
“Use your words, darling.” His thumb finds my clit while his fingers work inside me. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want—” Thane’s mouth finds my nipple again, and between the two of them I can barely think. “I want more.”
“More what?” Stellan’s voice is patient, amused. “More fingers? More mouth? More—”
