Shiloh shudders out a laugh. “Yes.”
“Then no, you don’t get a say. Now lie back and let us play with this pretty pussy for a little bit. You’ve teased us, Shiloh. Giving some, but nowhere near enough. Neither of us is about to miss this opportunity. Right, husband?”
“Right,” Broderick rasps.
I move my hair out of the way and dip down to flick the tip of my tongue lightly against Shiloh’s clit. It’s hard to focus with Broderick using his fingers to claim every inch of my pussy, but I’m highly motivated to make Shiloh come all over my face before he can.
Except he doesn’t give me the chance. He nuzzles me out of the way enough to lick her, but I’m having none of it. I give him the same treatment. It’s a strange sort of dance. His mouth to her clit. My tongue in her pussy. Meeting Broderick in the middle for messy kiss that tastes of both him and Shiloh. She’s propped herself up so she can watch us, and from the way she shakes and whimpers, she’s enjoying the sight of us battling over her pussy as much as she’s enjoying the oral sex itself.
For all the fun and games, I want Broderick to have this orgasm. He’s wanted her for so long, and has been through so much bullshit, some of it at my own hand. It costs me nothing to give him this, and it will mean everything to him.
I back off as Shiloh’s moans get louder and let him kiss her properly. It doesn’t take long before she cries out and tries to clamp her legs shut. Broderick and I move as one, each grabbing one thigh and pressing her up and out, baring her completely as he keeps fucking her with his tongue even as he winds me tighter and tighter with his fingers. Shiloh orgasms with a sob that yanks at my heart. I’m so fucking close and—
“Your turn, Bride.” He sits up on his knees. That’s the only warning I get before he flips me onto my back. He’s ruthless in delivering my pleasure, and for once I don’t try to fight it. I’m enjoying myself too much.
My orgasm takes my breath away. I writhe around Broderick’s fingers as he uses his other hand to stroke my clit the way I like it best. Wave after wave hits me and, without thinking, I start to reach to shove him away. Shiloh catches my wrists and presses them down to the mattress before I can. It only makes me come harder.
By the time Broderick lets me drift down, I’m nearly sobbing. He presses a kiss to my lips and then leans up to claim Shiloh’s mouth. Every time they kiss, it’s like they’ll never get another chance. It hurts my heart more than I expected. I want them to believe this is real, to sink into it until they can’t see another path forward but with each other.
The temptation to try to seduce Shiloh into returning with me to the Amazons is there. Of course it’s there. I like her so damn much. I don’t make a habit of lying to myself, though; there’s no way she’ll leave Broderick. He’s been her best friend and her rock for a third of her life. She’s not so fickle as to throw him away, no matter how much she enjoys me.
Fool that I am, I can’t stand the thought of her unhappy.
I’m going to ensure she and Broderick are solid as hell by the end of this year together. And then I’m going to fight tooth and nail to preserve the peace with the Raider faction.
Sweet gods, I’m in love with her.
The thought barely has time to sink its roots into me, burying deep, when Shiloh pushes Broderick onto his back and straddles him. They really do look good together, all needy and desperate and flushed with pleasure. I manage to stir myself to sit up and run my hands down his chest to wrap a fist around his cock. Left to their own devices, there’s a good chance one of them will balk or let their impressive brains go into overdrive. “Up, love.”
Shiloh lifts herself up onto her knees and whimpers as I notch his cock at her entrance. Maybe I should leave it at that, but I’ve never been all that good at denying myself things I want. I part her pussy and lean to the side, giving both me and Broderick a perfect view as she works herself down his impressive length. The look on her face is pure agonized pleasure. “Gods, you’re huge.”
Broderick gives a choked laugh. “Maybe you’re just too tight.”
“Hush, both of you. You’re both perfect.” I smooth my free hand over his stomach but keep most of my focus on her. “Keep going. You’re doing great, love.”