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It was as if the invitation was all they needed to hear for them to spring into action.

“There are those manners I find so endearing,” Duncan said, mouth wet and poised for me.

“How could I ever refuse someone so polite,” Erix practically growled when he spoke, a deep guttural longing for what was to come.

It was Duncan who swept me off my knees, lifting me with unimaginable strength, until my hips were wrapped firmly around his waist. His mouth was on mine – tongue desperately sharing in the taste of both men. He spun me around, the room a blur, then laid me on my back. When he pulled back, it was to allow Erix to lean in and begin pulling my trousers down.

They both worked in tandem, never getting in the way of each other, even with their wings shifting and moving with excitable energy.

An angel and a monster – both mine.

I leaned up on my elbows, as they both looked down at me as if I was a feast. One that could be shared and enjoyed. And they did just that.

Both men got on their knees and began devouring me. They took my legs and lifted them, trailing mouths and tongues across my thighs and shins, Duncan even getting down to my feet where he nipped at my toes, playfully sucking on each digit as if they were deserving of his full attention.

Erix took a break from the inside of my thigh, long enough to let the gathering of spit in his mouth fall to his fingers. Sensing I was watching, he locked eyes with mine. I didn’t watch his hand move – butfeltit. He lowered his spit-glistening fingers to my entrance. I arched my back, but a firm hand laid on my lower stomach and forced me down again. Leg up and over Erix’s shoulder, he began to brush the wet tips of his fingers over me. The feeling was indescribable. As he kissed the inside of my thigh, Duncan continued his devouring, Erix worked at preparing me for what was to come.

Always the gentleman, forever making sure I was ready and comfortable.

Taking one of them in was a feat unto itself. Knowing that I would experience them both was a fucking miracle.

I didn’t dare touch myself, for fear I’d finish before this truly began. Instead I fisted the thin sheets, bunching them up and locking my hand in place. A small moan escaped me as Erix slipped his second finger inside of me and held it.

“I think Robin is ready for you, Duncan” Erix sang, slowly inching toward the tender spot deep inside of me. “I canfeelhe wants it.”

“Needsit,” I corrected, so lost to pleasure I could barely hold my head up to look down my body at them. “Needs it so fucking bad that if you don’t fuck me, I will scream this island down.”

Duncan lowered my leg, all whilst looking at me. He placed a slender hand on Erix’s shoulder and used his body as leverage to stand. “Then we shouldn’t keep you wanting. Should we, Erix?”

“No, Duncan. We shouldn’t.”

“Take him first,” Duncan said before leaving Erix’s side and climbing onto the bed. “I want to watch.”

Duncan knelt beside me, his length so close to my face, teasing me with it.

“Put it in my mouth.” I demanded, needing something inside of me to stifle the brewing screams of pleasure. “Now.”

Duncan, never one to disappointed, guided his cock onto my outstretched tongue. I took him in, digging my fingers into his thigh. He placed a hand on the back of my head and thrust deep into my throat – slow, long movements that made tears stream from my eyes.

“Good boy,” Duncan groaned, wings flaring as pleasure overcame him. Before he could draw back, I grasped a handful of feathers and held him close.

“You wanted to watch him fuck me,” I said, withdrawing him enough to speak. I was breathless and overwhelmed, tears of enjoyment and strain glistening in my eyes. “Then watch.”

Duncan leaned down, hands grasping my jaw, and pressed a desperate kiss to my mouth. “I’ll never take my eyes off either of you.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but the pressure of something large worked against my entrance. The shock and delight came out of me in a sky-shattering cry.

Erix drove his shaft into me, all the way to the hilt.

“He reallyisa good boy,” Erix agreed to Duncan’s earlier statement. “Taking me in like his body remembers me.”

“It does,” I cried out, back arching before Duncan put a hand on my lower stomach and formed me down. “It never forgot you.”

I caught Duncan smiling out the corner of my eye. I was vaguely aware of Erix lifting my legs up and over his shoulders. He shuffled me closer to the edge of the bed, pulling Duncan out of reach for a moment.

The pressure against my entrance intensified as Erix slowly withdrew and then pushed into me. He didn’t stop, not until his hips met the soft flesh of my arse, which he held open with either hand.

“Gods,” Erix bellowed to the ceiling.