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“Please let me come. Please. I’ll do anything—”
Thane and Stellan exchange a glance over my shoulder.
Then they both move at once.
Thane drives into me hard, hitting that perfect spot, while Stellan’s fingers press down on my clit hard. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my whole body shaking, Thane’s name and Stellan’s name tangling together on my tongue.
Thane follows moments later, groaning against my throat as he spills inside me. His fangs graze my pulse.
“Yes,” I breathe before he can ask. “Do it.”
He bites.
The pain transforms instantly, flooding my system with something deeper than pleasure. The bond flares, his satisfaction and my surrender tangling together. The feeding isn’t taking—it’s completing. A circuit finally closed.
The bite pushes me into another peak, smaller but sharper, and I clench around him as he feeds.
When he withdraws, sealing the wound with his tongue, I’m boneless.
“Holy shit,” I say intelligently.
“Indeed.” Stellan is still hard, still patient, watching us with dark eyes. “When you’ve recovered, I believe it’s my turn.”
Thane eases out of me, and before my legs can give out entirely, Stellan is there—taking my weight from Thane, pulling me back against his chest.
“The grass,” I manage. “My back is complaining about the wall.”
“How romantic.” But he’s already lifting me, one arm under my knees, carrying me toward the soft grass beneath the oak tree.
He lowers me down gently, then stands back to strip off his pants. In the moonlight, he’s all elegant lines and lean muscle, and when he settles between my thighs, I can feel how hard he is against my hip.
“Any requests?” he asks, like we’re ordering dinner.
“Surprise me.”
His mouth curves. “Dangerous words.”
He starts at my throat, kissing down my body with agonizing slowness. Collarbone. The swell of my breasts. My nipples, already sensitive from Thane’s attention. My stomach. My hip bones.
“Stellan—”
“Patience.” He settles between my legs, breath warm against my inner thigh. “I want to taste you first.”
His mouth finds me, and I nearly come off the ground.
He eats me out like he has all the time in the world, tongue tracing patterns I can’t follow, lips and teeth adding just enough edge. When he slides two fingers inside me, I’m already shaking.
“Still so wet,” he murmurs against my skin. “Even after Thane filled you. Is that for me, darling?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good.”
He adds a third finger, stretching me, and his tongue finds my clit. The combination is devastating. I’m climbing again, faster than I expected—
And then he stops.
“Stellan,” I groan. “I swear to god—”
