Page 109 of They Are Mine

His lips part in a small, surprised breath, but his hands find my waist, his body pressing flush to mine as I pull his shirt off too.

So different.

Orion is hard edges and raw power.

Noah is lean muscle and quiet strength.

And both of them?

Mine.

“Pants,” I breathe, my fingers already unbuttoning Noah’s jeans.

Orion chuckles darkly behind me, like he loves watching me do this, like he loves seeing me take what I want.

I drop to my knees.

Because if they’re going to wreck me tonight, I need to taste them first.

Orion watches, eyes black with heat as I slide Noah’s jeans and boxers down.

Noah groans, his cock thick and aching, his fingers threading into my hair.

I lick my lips, looking up at him, so fucking ready.

Orion’s hand clamps around my chin, tilting my face back to him. “Mine first, sweetheart.”

Oh. Oh, god.

I fucking love it.

His pants hit the floor, and fuck, he is so big.

Thick. Heavy. Perfect.

I grip the base of his cock, drag my tongue slowly up his length, savoring the way his breath hitches.

He watches me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.

Like he wants to devour me whole.

I take him deep, lips stretching around him, moaning when his fingers tighten in my hair.

Noah kneels behind me, his hands caressing my back, his mouth trailing soft kisses along my spine.

I feel him move lower. Under me.

His breath hot against my inner thigh.

I shudder, hollowing my cheeks as I suck Orion deeper, needing them both.

“Fuck, Juliet,” Orion groans, hips flexing forward.

Noah?

He doesn’t speak.

He just spreads my thighs wider, and then…

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