Page 116 of They Are Mine

Noah’s jaw is tight, his hips trembling as I take him deeper.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he whispers.

I can feel them falling apart.

I can hear it in Noah’s breathy moans, in the harsh way Orion groans my name, in the way their bodies tremble against mine like they’re barely holding on.

But they’re trying.

Trying to be good for me.

Trying to make this last.

And fuck if that isn’t the sweetest thing.

I drag my nails down Orion’s thigh, arch my hips back to take him deeper, moan soft and sweet around Noah’s cock.

Noah shudders first. His fingers tighten just enough in my hair, his hips jerking forward, a wrecked sound catching in his throat.

“Juliet,” he breathes, his voice cracking, his body losing its rhythm.

I pull back just a little, let my lips drag over his tip, my tongue swiping slow and teasing just to hear the way he chokes on my name.

And then?

Orion slams into me, growling low, his grip bruising on my waist.

I can feel how close he is.

How desperate.

I tilt my hips just right, tighten around him just so, reach back and drag my nails down his stomach.

His whole body locks up, his breath ragged, his hips slamming into me as he buries himself so fucking deep.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Noah is watching me, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling too fast.

I lift my gaze to his and swallow him down.

That’s what does it.

He moans my name, tilts his head back, his whole body shuddering as he comes completely undone.

Both of them.

Ruined.

Because of me.

I pull back slowly, licking my lips, watching as Noah collapses onto the mattress, dazed, wrecked.

Orion doesn’t pull out immediately.

He stays there, chest pressed against my back, hands still tight on my hips, breath warm against my neck.

Then, softer this time, he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

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