Page 115 of They Are Mine

Like he’s giving me one last chance to be good.

As if I’d take it.

I look up at him, eyes bright, mouth curved. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Noah makes a wrecked sound, his hand smoothing up my spine, his lips dragging over my shoulder.

And that?

That’s the last hesitation before they fucking give in.

Orion takes control first.

Because of course he does.

Because he’s dominant, demanding, unshakable.

And yet, he still lets me guide them.

Still lets me settle onto my hands and knees, my body between them, exactly where I belong.

Noah is in front of me, his lips parted, his eyes half-lidded, his cock heavy in his hand.

And Orion?

He kneels behind me, his grip bruising on my hips, his thighs pressed tight against mine as he positions himself at my entrance.

The stretch is deep, unrelenting.

I moan, dropping my head forward, and Noah tilts my chin up.

“Eyes on me, Angel,” he murmurs.

And oh.

That’s what unravels me.

Not the way Orion drives into me, deep and thick and perfectly brutal.

Not the way Noah guides my lips to his cock, groaning as I take him into my mouth.

It’s the way they watch me, like I’m something to be worshipped.

Something to be devoured.

Something theirs.

I lose myself between them.

The grind of Orion’s hips, the heat of his breath against my spine, the way his fingers dig into my skin, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

The weight of Noah in my mouth, the soft, reverent way he groans my name, the way he threads his fingers through my hair.

Everything is too much.

Everything is perfect.

“Fuck, Juliet,” Orion groans, his rhythm harder, rougher, completely unrestrained. “You feel so fucking good.”

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