“Hi.” I nuzzled his nose, earning one of his rare smiles.
That’s when I felt another presence. Briar got behind me and propped me up to where my upper body leaned against him while my lower body was left to Maddox’s mercy. The captain hooked my legs around his waist and lifted me up a little from the rug, sitting me more in his lap. His hard cock slid against my crack, and I trembled with anticipation.
Not for the first time that night, I was sandwiched between them. My back was pressed to Briar’s chest. He enclosed me in his arms and feathered kisses down the side of my neck, his erection poking my lower back.
“So.” I swallowed noisily. “Are you both tops?” At Maddox’s confusion, I clarified, “You, uh, like to give it rather than take?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to my jaw. His other hand rested under my ass. “Is this okay with you?”
“Yep,” I squeaked. “More than okay. I’m the opposite.”
Briar placed his mouth beside my ear. “And I like it both ways.”
Well, that answered my earlier question.
“What about condoms?” I asked. “Wrapping it before you tap it? Sheathing your sword before plunging into the depths?”
“Most men take a tonic after,” Maddox answered. “It rids the body of any sickness that might’ve been passed during intercourse. But if you’re more comfortable with a covering, I can wear one for you.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” I answered. Knowing I could feel him skin on skin risk-free was too tempting to pass up. I’d never gone bareback before. “Magic is so cool.”
Briar’s chest vibrated with a chuckle. He then kissed my earlobe. “I won’t let any harm come to you or your body. I’ll prepare us a tonic right after.”
Maddox grabbed a glass bottle with a long body and short neck and poured the clear liquid contents into his hand. So, definitely not olive oil. It looked like the lubricant from my world, similar consistency. It felt the same, too, as he used some on my ass, sliding a finger knuckle-deep and circling it.
Briar pressed another kiss to my ear as I groaned.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” Maddox said, lifting his other hand to trace my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll immediately stop.”
He could claim all chivalry had flown out the window, that he wanted to wreck me, but the concern in his eyes said the opposite. And damn if it didn’t hit the center of my heart like a flaming arrow. Hitting me, then sending fire through my bloodstream.
A fire that blazed hotter as he slicked his cock and guided it into place, slowly easing forward. It stung a bit as his thick cockhead breached me, but the sting faded almost instantly.
Was the lube infused with magic too? Taking away the discomfort? Because fuck, as he moved inside of me, I’d never felt anything more amazing.
Maddox pulled back, then rocked forward. I smoothed my hand down his rippling abs as he found his rhythm, thrusting, withdrawing, and diving in deeper. He filled me completely, the ridges of his thick cock eliciting tingles of pleasure with each thrust. It was mind-altering.
“Does he feel good?” Briar asked, his arms secured around me.
My response came out as a whimpering hum.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Briar nuzzled my neck. “Hear how he moans for you, Captain?”
“I do,” Maddox said with a soft grunt. Light from the crackling flames flickered across his face, shining on his deep blue eyes. They appeared so damn tender as he regarded me. “Let me hear more of them.”
Not like I had much of a choice. As he canted his hips and fucked me deeper, my toes curled, and my whimpers rolled on, one after the other. I reached back and grabbed onto Briar while placing my other hand on Maddox’s upper arm. The cords of muscle flexed beneath my palm as he continued his pace.
I turned my head to look at Briar, my body moving with Maddox’s thrusts. “I… want you to—” My words broke off into another moan as Maddox nudged my prostate. Electricity zapped through my veins and sent a rush of warmth to pool low in my belly.
“You want me to what?” Briar ran his lips over my cheek.
“To join us,” I rasped. “I want you to… feel good… too.”
He moved his gaze to Maddox before returning it to me. I hadn’t heard them say anything, but like earlier, there must’ve been a nod or some other gesture they’d exchanged. For two men who bickered a lot, they sure had a way of reading each other. Maybe underneath that snarl and bitterness, they didn’t dislike each other as much as they put off.
“Hold on tight, muffin,” Maddox said as he gripped my waist.
I laughed at the shortened title—which was undoubtedly now a pet name—and threw my arms around Maddox’s neck and went with him as he fell to his back, placing me on top. Our bodies were still connected, except now I straddled him. I gyrated my hips, loving how his fingertips dug deeper into my skin.
