Page 139 of The Last Call Home
But I haven’t.
I can’t look away.
I moan—openly, shamelessly—and they hear it.Cass breaks the kiss first, breathless, lips swollen, eyes still locked on mine like he wants to see me fall apart again just from this.
Mal slides his hand down Cass’s stomach, fingers brushing over his cock before turning toward me.“We could take our time with each other,” he says, voice low, almost dangerous, “but I think she’s losing patience.”
“I’m not,” I rasp.“I just—fuck.That was ...”
Cass smirks.“Hot?”
I nod.
Mal kisses him one more time, slower this time—deeper.And then they both start toward me, crawling across the mattress like predators, their eyes full of heat and promise.
And I realize I'm not the one in control anymore.
They are.
And I’m going to let them wreck me for the second time tonight.
I shift, reaching for Cassian’s jaw and dragging him up.I kiss him, and it’s messy, all tongue and heat, teeth scraping lips.I taste myself on him.I don’t care.I need the weight of him.The push of his body against mine.The press of his chest, the grip of his hands, the certainty in his mouth.
He groans into me, hips pressing down, and then pulls back just far enough to pant against my lips.
“You want both of us again?”he rasps, voice thick with filth and reverence.“Want to feel so full you can’t think?”
“Yes,” I breathe, throat raw with the word.
He kisses me hard.
“Top drawer, Mal.Get the lube.”
Mal’s already moving, calm and focused.Like they’ve done this before.Like my body is something sacred they’ve learned how to pray over.He opens the nightstand, pulls out the bottle, and climbs back onto the bed with a dark glint in his eyes that makes my stomach flip.
Cassian slides down between my legs, eyes locked on mine.“Hold your knees back for me.”
I obey, legs trembling as I hook my hands behind my knees and spread myself wide.Open.Ready.
Cass doesn’t hesitate.
His mouth finds my pussy, and I cry out.
His tongue is unforgiving—broad strokes, sucking my clit, teasing the sensitive places that still haven’t stopped pulsing from the last orgasm.It’s too much and not enough.My hands slip, shaking, but I hold the position, chest heaving as I watch Mal coat his fingers with lube.
He leans close to me, the warmth of his body pressing against my side, and kisses my shoulder while his slick fingers glide between my cheeks.
“I’ll be slow,” he murmurs.“You just relax for me, baby.”
I nod, but I’m already moaning.
Because Cassian’s mouth doesn’t stop.His tongue is ruthless, licking and circling and sucking, while Mal’s fingers tease lower, pressing slickly around the tight ring of muscle.I feel it—cold lube, the lightest pressure—and then he pushes, just a little.My body tenses.
Cass groans against me, like he loves how I react.He flattens his tongue, tongue-fucking me as Mal works a finger in.
“Oh, fuck?—”
“You’re okay, baby,” Mal soothes, kissing my neck, his free hand stroking my ribs as he adds more lube and starts to move—small, shallow thrusts, letting me adjust.
