“Cora?” Tor looked down at me, his steel-gray eyes darkening. “Can we touch you? Make you feel good?”
The chill bit at me, eager to take hold again. I needed the heat, and I needed them to give it to me.
“Yes.” The word was a hungry whisper. “Please.”
Rune rose off my legs, and I made a sound of protest as he took his heat with him.
I’ll leave you to it. Call me when it’s done. I can’t be here knowing I can’t participate.
I lifted my head from Tor’s chest to catch Rune’s eyes. “Rune…” There was nothing to say to make this easier.
I know. He left the room.
“Fuck,” Leif said softly.
“Yeah,” Tor said.
The chill was under my skin again, spiking my blood. I’d told them I didn’t want to take our relationship out of the friend zone, but Leif and I had smashed that boundary to smithereens, and honestly, right now, sandwiched between the two of them, I didn’t give a fucking shit.
I wanted them.
“Guys, I need you.” I curled my hand around Tor’s nape and squeezed. “Now.”
“How do you want to do this?” Leif asked Tor.
But Tor’s gaze was fixed on my mouth, his breath fanning across my lips. He was about to kiss me. Our first kiss. My pulse throbbed painfully in my throat as his lips descended toward mine, and then he stopped, the corners of his mouth lifting in a teasing smile.
“Tor?” I tugged him toward me, frustration tightening my throat.
“I’ll kiss you, Cora, but not on the mouth. Not today.”
He pushed me onto my back. “Warm up her top half,” he growled at Leif. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
My stomach flipped, heart hammering in anticipation as he slid down my body, his intense gaze locked on mine until he reached my pubic bone. Only then did he tear his gaze from my face and lower it to my core.
Thank God I kept a trimmed lawn.
His chest rumbled in appreciation, the vibration beating against my legs as his thumbs dipped between my thighs. He coaxed them apart, and the rasp of stubble teased the sensitized flesh as he dipped his head. The heat of his breath kissed my panties, and then wet warmth caressed me through the thin material. His mouth was on me, suckling me through cotton.
My legs parted on reflex, hips angling up to meet his mouth as a gasp spilled from my lips.
“Oh fuck.” Leif’s mouth parted, his attention on Tor as the shifter peeled my panties aside and parted me with his tongue.
I cried out as he latched onto my clit and sucked.
Leif’s hand slid up my torso, cupping my breast, kneading and then pinching my nipple into a harsh peak of pleasure before claiming it with his hot mouth. I arched my back, one hand coming up to hold Leif to me, the other raking through Tor’s hair and pressing him to me, begging him for more.
I was lost in sensation, heat spiraling out from the two points of contact as the hunger for release rose within me, claws, teeth, and a desperate need that had its own twisted burn.
Tor worked me, invading me with sure, even strokes of his long, thick tongue. Leif claimed my mouth, swallowing the ragged cries that spilled from my throat. His tongue mimicked the thrust of Tor’s, and his hand on my breast squeezed and tugged at my nipple until my body was a squirming mess of tension. Shockwaves lanced to my groin before spiraling and coiling, ready for release. I sucked on Leif’s tongue, grinding myself onto Tor’s clever mouth until the mounting pleasure reached its peak.
Leif groaned against my lips, his hand moving against my hip as he worked himself.
I wanted to touch him, but my hands were fisted in the sheets, every sense laser-focused on my throbbing core as it chased sweet release, and then with a flick of his tongue Tor pushed me over the edge.
I shoved at his head, not wanting to come in his mouth, but he gripped my thighs tighter, sucking on me and shattering the last of my control. Heat flooded me, bursting from me in throbs of pleasure. My guttural cry collided with Leif’s as my hips jerked with an orgasm that wouldn’t quit because Tor wouldn’t allow it to. As I came down from the high, he peeled back to lap at me like a big cat with a bowl of cream.
My cream.
Leif broke our kiss and together we looked down my body to find Tor watching us, mouth glistening with my juices, eyes bright. He dipped his head once more and licked me.
My body shuddered. “Oh, God.”
Leif came, hot and wet against my hip. “Fucking hell, Tor.”
Tor grinned at him. “You want to taste?”
I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but I wasn’t given a choice as Leif took Tor’s place between my thighs.
My heart thundered in my chest as Leif’s breath kissed my intimate place, then a moan slipped from my lips as he began to lap at my swollen post-orgasm core. I couldn’t take more. I couldn’t—
Leif pressed his mouth to me and began to work me anew.
Oh fuck.
I came again as Tor watched, his hands down his boxers, working his huge arousal.
Leif raised his head and licked his lips.
I wanted them. I wanted to taste them both.
“Next time.” Tor’s voice was thick and strained.
He kept his gaze pinned on me as his movements sped up, and then he threw back his head, coming so hard the veins in his neck bulged.
I didn’t get it. How could we do this but not go further. “No-sex rule makes no sense. This is just as intimate as penetrative sex.”
“Maybe,” Leif said, tearing his gaze from Tor. He licked his lips. “But the witches explained that by taking on the responsibility of the seal, you become the seal. There has to be a balance, a trade-off for the cosmos giving us this anchor connection.
