Page 114 of They Are Mine

But I’m not.

I want more. I want everything.

I tilt my head, parting my lips, flicking my tongue against Orion’s thumb.

“Oh, you’re not done with us yet?” His voice is low, amused, a little wrecked.

Noah groans, his hands tightening on my hips, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

But I say it anyway. “Both of you.”

Orion goes still.

Noah sucks in a breath.

I shift, slowly, rolling my hips, making Noah hiss through his teeth. Then I lift up and he slips out of me, still hard, still throbbing.

I turn between them, my hands trailing over their stomachs, their thighs, my body aching for them.

“I want both of you,” I whisper, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to Orion’s lips before turning to Noah, giving him the same.

They trade a look over my head.

It’s hesitation.

It’s holy fuck, are we actually doing this?

It’s she’s going to ruin us.

I smile.

Because they already know they can’t tell me no.

Orion groans. “Jesus, Juliet.”

Noah lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”

I guide their hands to my hips, my waist, my thighs.

“Say yes,” I murmur, voice low, coaxing, full of promise.

Orion curses under his breath.

Noah groans, his fingers digging into my skin.

And then they give in.

Their hands are on me.

Both of them.

Noah’s fingers tighten around my waist, Orion’s hands sweep down my thighs, gripping, adjusting, positioning.

They’re letting me have this. Letting me have them.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me feel drunk on power.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” Orion murmurs, voice low, rough, edged with need.

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