As quickly as it happened, however, he broke the kiss and lifted his head. He ran his fingers over my lips, a question there in his purple eyes.
I nodded.
What he was asking, I didn’t know—I didn’t care. I’d do what he wanted because I wanted it, too. I wanted to taste all of them, to lose myself in their need, in the strength of us all.
Deacon gave me one of those rare smiles he gifted only to me. He tilted me backward, and I trust him not to let me fall, trusted them both to keep me safe.
The change in position made Kit’s cock rub against a different place inside me, and it also stretched me out between them, displaying everything.
Before I could ask what Deacon had in mind, before I could wonder long, I found Deacon’s hard shaft so close to my lips I could dart my tongue out to touch him.
He’d leaned me back in Kit’s lap, then lowered me until his cock rested just above me.
Somehow, kneeling felt different. The times I’d given a blow job, I’d always felt in control. I’d teased the man with my tongue and my mouth, and I’d done it at my own pace.
This feltnothinglike that. Instead, I was entirely at their mercy. Kit fucked into me with impossibly deep thrusts, his hands locked around my waist to take me exactly as he wanted. Deacon had one hand on the back on my neck and head to support the position, and his other wrapped around his cock. He stroked the head along my lips as if applying gloss, his gaze locked on the sight.
A drop of precum escaped his dick and I captured it from my lip with my tongue.
He groaned deeply. “I said before that you’re a cliff, that I know you’re going to be the end of me, but fuck it. I don’t give a damn. I want to fall over it with you. Will you let me go over it with you?”
I opened my mouth as though I could respond, but Deacon took the chance to press his hard length past my lips.
And I gave in immediately. I ran my tongue along the underneath of his hot cock, wanting to suck, to take him deeper, but Deacon didn’t give me any room to do as I wanted.
Instead, he rocked his hips forward slowly, sliding deeper for a moment before retreating. It wasn’t as rough as I’d have wanted, but maybe that was what it did for me. I could do nothing but accept the roughness of the two men, split between them and used as they wanted, driving me farther into that decedent haze.
And I dove in happily. I moved my hands to my own breasts, needing to sink deeper into the feeling.
As soon as I did, something soft and wet touched my nipple through my fingers. I couldn’t see because of my position, with Deacon’s body the only thing in my line of sight.
“See, you’re too much for any one person,” Knox said, his voice a sensual promise. As he spoke, his breath warmed my skin and blew over my wet nipple. “So needy and so wonderfully honest. I love that about you, you know? You try to do the right thing, you care about others, but you also don’t lie about what you want.” He laughed, then dragged his tongue over the peaked tip again. “And you want us, don’t you? You’re drowning in want, and you need us to take care of you, don’t you?”
I nodded, the action causing Deacon to slide deeper into my mouth. I did need them, each of them. The move must have been enough for Deacon to start losing his control, because his thrusts turned quicker and rougher.
And I loved it. I adored how I didn’t have to think or worry.
My life had turned into some crusade. I’d had my future committed to what felt like an impossible task, and everyone looked tomefor answers. I wasn’t even supposed to become a shade, and yet I’d somehow ended up leading a revolution to save them.
The weight hung heavily on my shoulders, too many questions and too many decisions for me to make on my own.
That was why I relaxed into their care, into their touch. I didn’thaveto think about it right now. I didn’t have to be in charge, didn’t have to think about what to do or how to act. Instead, I gave myself over to them, to their wants, and let my mind go blissfully blank.
“That’s a good girl,” Knox whispered against my heated flesh. “Just lie there and take it, hmm? I can taste how much you like it, how badly you need this, and it isdelicious.”
How could words that seemed so simple hit me so hard?
The reason didn’t matter as I shook beneath the weight of their touches and words.
Kit let out a terrifying sound, and even without seeing him, I could feel the intensity of his gaze as his hips snapped harder. There was no question that I’d be sore tomorrow, and I didn’t give a damn.
He plunged deep into me and held still, his thick cock spilling into me, his hands tight as if he wanted to ensure I would take every last drop of him.
Deacon groaned—is he watching? Does the idea of Kit coming turn him on?—then pulled back enough so that when he came, it pooled on my tongue. It allowed me to savor the taste.
Deacon withdrew from my mouth so he could meet my gaze. He didn’t tell me to swallow, didn’t order me to, and that made me want to more. His purple eyes locked on my throat when it moved as I did what he wanted—what webothwanted.
A softness entered his eyes, something strange in the heat of this moment.