“Yes,” I begged, wanting—needing—exactly that.
I grabbed Caleb’s hand and brought it to my breast, moaning as he closed it around the heavy, full globe. My free hand slid between my legs, brushing my clit before my fingers played across the base of Kingston’s thick length as he drove in and pulled out. He let out a bark of pleasure that shot straight through me.
“Fuck, if you don’t make her come right now I’m going to tear you apart,” Kingston said, eyes locked on Caleb’s. “This is your one job. Fucking do it.”
Caleb’s jaw tensed, anger flaring in his irises at Kingston’s harsh commands. I could see how much he hated the other man giving him orders, but as I reached out and ran my other palm up his rigid thigh, something else washed over his expression.
His grip tightened around my breast until it was just this side of painful, eliciting a breathy moan from me. Then he released me and trailed his knuckles down over my belly until his fingers rested just above my throbbing, pulsing clit.
Sparks shot through me as he brought those fingers down in a slap, sending the mixture of delicious pain and pleasure radiating from that bundle of nerves. I cried out and bucked, but he responded by rubbing tight circles around the tender flesh.
Kingston groaned. “Fuck, she loves that. Her pussy is clamped around my cock like a fucking vise.”
“Yes, please. Again.”
Caleb grunted and brought his fingers up before slapping me once more. Fuck, I was going to come. My palm ran along his inner thigh until I brushed over the swell of his rock solid length. He hissed in a sharp breath, the fingers resting on my clit pinching roughly.
Sensation exploded, and I screamed as my climax crashed through me, my hand spasming over Caleb’s cock and pulling another tortured moan from him as well. Kingston needed no encouragement, his thrusts punishing as he chased his own orgasm.
“Milk my cock, Sunshine. Take it all. Fuck,” he groaned.
Lost to the orgasm, I barely registered the feel of Caleb thrusting into my touch until he took my hand in a fierce grip and shoved it away from him. “I can’t. God help me, I want to, but I can’t.”
Breathing heavily, glistening with sweat, Kingston laughed. “I hate to burst your pious little bubble, but you already did.”
“I never claimed I wasn’t a sinner.”
“No one is asking you to be a saint.” I flicked my gaze to Caleb, needing him to know it was okay. That he could come to this in his own time. “I just want you to have everything you need.”
His conflicted expression turned tender once more as he lifted the hand still nestled between my thighs and brushed my cheek, filling my nose with the scent of sex and sending a new wave of need careening through me.
“Some of us were born to suffer.”
And then he stepped away, that wall he hid behind snapping back up between us.
“Some of us love to play the fucking martyr.” Kingston pulled out of me, and I whimpered, already missing him.
Caleb backed away and shook his head. “There are so many things you don’t understand, wolf. Maybe one day you will. But true martyrs don’t play a role. They do what they must.”
My priest left us without a glance back in my direction, his posture tense.
“I’ve never met a guy who needed to get laid so badly in my entire life.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Kingston...”
“What? You know I’m right. That guy has the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever seen.” Then Kingston grinned at me, looking mischievous and playful. “Speaking of full balls... think we have time for one more round before the heat ends?”
I glanced down at his already hardening dick. “Since you didn’t give me your knot, I’d say this round isn’t even done.”
He growled. “That’s only for you. Not when there are other participants.”
“I’m surprised you let him join us. With as possessive as you are, I would’ve thought you’d be all growly and territorial.”
“The only thing that matters is giving my mate what she needs. I’m not threatened by a fucking forty-year-old virgin. You told me you loved me and claimed me as yours. I’m not going anywhere.”
Happiness settled in my chest. “I’m glad you see that. You are mine. No question.”
“Damn right, I am.”