Page 112 of They Are Mine

Because Noah’s still touching me.

Fingers slick against my clit, slow, teasing, relentless.

I writhe beneath them, a broken, whimpering mess, every stroke sending pleasure rippling through me, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge again.

“There you go, baby,” Orion groans, driving deeper. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I gasp, arching, shattering, my body clenching around him, another orgasm ripping through me like a fucking supernova.

Orion curses. “Shit, Juliet.”

He thrusts harder, losing control, his grip bruising, his breath ragged.

And then, he’s gone.

Buried deep.

Spilling inside me with a groan so wrecked it makes me shudder.

I lay there panting, trembling, body still pulsing around him, dizzy, floating.

But Noah?

Noah is still hard.

And watching.

His gaze is dark, heated, hungry.

And when Orion finally eases out of me, Noah takes his place.

Before I can even catch my breath, Noah grabs my hips, drags me to the edge of the bed, and flips me onto my stomach.

I whimper, pressing my cheek against the sheets, my whole body sensitive, aching, desperate.

He leans over me, lips brushing my ear.

“Think you can take more?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a challenge in it too.

I shiver, my thighs pressing together.

He chuckles.

Then he spreads them.

I gasp when his fingers slide between my legs, finding me soaking wet, dripping with a mix of Orion and me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “You really were made for this, weren’t you?”

I moan, breathless, ruined, so fucking ready.

And then, Noah thrusts inside.

Deep. Slow. Exquisite.

And I realize, I’m not making it out of this night alive.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

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