Page 52 of Princess of Thieves

“You heard me,” Rob says. “I want you to make him come, Maren.”

Goddammit, I think. But I’m not frustrated, even. Only amused.

Rob’s figured if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

Fine, have it your way.

I swivel my head around, back to face Will, and give him a tiny smile. Then, I close my eyes and let myself relax, sinking into the rhythm, into the pleasure.

His thrusts grow deeper, stronger, more erratic, and he grunts.

“You feel so good,” he mutters. “So fucking good. So fucking good. So fucking, fucking—”

“Hang on.”

This time, Rob’s voice throws me off.

“You know,” he goes on, panting from his place in his chair, “I just remembered something.”

Will stops, but only barely, his hands still firm on my hips. “What’s that?” he says, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “And it had better be goddamn important.”

Rob gives a wicked smile. “Just that I’m a fucking shapeshifter.”

In a heartbeat, Rob’s form disappears, morphing to a flash of auburn fur and sinewy muscle and then back to human, the leather bonds falling useless to the floor. He strides over to me.

“Much better.” He tips up his chin with my finger, so I’m staring up his naked chest into his eyes. “Is that what you wanted?”

“You’re not playing fair,” Will growls.

“Since when do I play fair?” Rob smirks. “And anyway, I wasn’t asking you. Maren.” Rob’s fingers brush my chin, my jaw. “Is this what you wanted?”

“I...” I stammer, still stretched achingly tight around Will. I nod. “Yes. I want...” I can barely think straight. “Both.”

I don’t even know what that means, can barely remember my own name as Will slides into me with his full length once again. But I know it’s true.

I know what I want.

Will’s hands tighten around my ribcage. “You can have us.”

“We’re yours, Maren.” Rob’s eyes flash, and his mouth descends, crashing onto mine, kissing me. Then he pulls back. “Now open that pretty little mouth for me, would you?”

I can only nod.

“Good girl.”

Rob tangles a hand in my hair and slides his cock deep into my throat.

I sputter, but Will’s palm strokes my thigh, keeps me steady.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Will’s voice is rough in my ear. “You make me want to...to...”

On a shuddering gasp, he plunges into me one last time, just as Rob clutches my hair, fisting it, and spurts hot and hard down my throat.

And I explode.

I don’t know exactly what happens next. Only that I tumble in a tangle of limbs to the ground, in what feels like slow motion, soft and blurred at the edges. Someone lifts me—no, two someones, strong arms, deep murmurs, guiding me to the couch.

I shake my head, blinking, and focus as two concerned pairs of eyes peer into mine.

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