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“Oh,” I gasped. “I’m… I’m going to come!”

“Of course you are, princess,” my husband said. “A little bit faster, baby,” he told Varick. “When she starts to go, press hard.” His words were like a lit match to a fuse. Just as Varick picked up the pace, pleasure flooded me. My back arched, and my mouth opened on a strangled cry. I flung my thighs apart and keened.

Varick pressed his sodden fingers firmly over my throbbing clit as bliss roared through me. I pumped my hips up, fucking myself against his fingers. I thrashed so violently, I jostled both men. Laurent tightened his grip on my leg, locking me against him as I shook.

Low, masculine murmurs broke through the hazy aftermath of my orgasm. Then several things happened so quickly, there was no time to protest. Laurent lifted me. He set me on my knees long enough to pull the chemise off and toss it aside. Varick moved behind me with his back propped against the pillows, and then Laurent settled me between Varick’s spread thighs with my back to Varick’s chest. Varick hooked my legs over his, spreading me wide. His big, hard cock stood up between my legs.

I couldn’t look away from his dick. Laurent positioned himself on all fours between my legs. He smiled, his fangs white and sharp-looking as he took in my splayed pussy and Varick’s beast of a cock.

“This is something I’ve wanted to see for a long time.” He gave Varick a look hot enough to melt my bones. “Play with her tits.”

Varick leaned forward, which shifted me forward, too. He seized Laurent’s jaw and dragged him up, and then I was pressed between them with their faces inches apart right at my shoulder.

“You think you’re in charge here?” Varick asked Laurent. His tone was light. Achingly gentle. And so dangerous that goosebumps shivered down my arms.

Laurent’s silver gaze shifted to mine. His lips curved. “You remember what I told you at Lar Satha?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“It made you so wet, princess. I bet you think about it every time I fuck you.”

Varick’s fingers tightened on Laurent’s jaw, and his deep voice rumbled against my back. “Enough talk.” He shoved Laurent away. “Put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Laurent laughed, his jaw red from Varick’s grip. He stayed on his knees as he grasped Varick’s dick and licked all around the swollen head. His tongue ring flashed, and his thick, dark eyelashes made fans on his cheeks. He sank to his forearms, his ass high as he lapped at the beads of moisture that seeped from Varick’s slit. He sucked at Varick’s tip for a moment, then opened wide and sucked down Varick’s shaft.

He did all of this between my legs, my aching pussy sitting right above Varick’s dick. I was so aroused, I could feel my hot juices trickling from my opening. The scent of my desire wafted up. Then Varick’s big hands covered my breasts, and I moaned long and low.

“Are you watching him?” he said in my ear. His fingers pinched my nipples, his rough skin making my pussy clench.

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of my husband sucking another man’s dick. It occurred to me that he was better at it than I was. His mouth was bigger, for one thing, and he took every inch of Varick’s shaft. Even so, it was clearly hard work for him. Laurent’s jaw was forced wide. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, bobbing up and down, his nose brushing the wiry blond hair at Varick’s groin. His saliva covered Varick’s dick from root to tip, making the thickly veined shaft glisten. The sights and sounds were unbearably sexy. When Varick thrust his hips up unexpectedly, Laurent choked and quickly adjusted.

And that was sexy, too.

Varick’s lips brushed my temple. “Is your pussy aching again, Given?”

My breath caught. He so rarely used my name. He’d certainly never said it while I sat naked on his lap as he kneaded my breasts.

His fingers clamped hard on my nipples. “Is it?” he growled.

“Yes!” I arched like I’d been jabbed with a hot poker. The change in position rubbed my pussy over his groin. His pubic hair tickled my folds. If I slid just a bit lower, I could grind my clit on the base of his dick. Feeling bold, I wiggled until I made it happen. In an instant, another orgasm hovered just out of reach. I gasped and rocked my hips.

Laurent pulled off Varick’s dick. “Hello, princess.”

Varick palmed my throat, forcing my chin up. “Greedy, isn’t she?”

Breathing heavily, Laurent chuckled and drew a fingertip down my center. “Always.”

“Give her some attention, then,” Varick said, and he grabbed me under the knees and pulled my thighs to my chest, folding me in half.

I almost came on the spot. My heart throbbed in my pussy, which was spread lewdly. My opening gaped. I’d never been in such a vulnerable position, my pussy and ass on full display. Everything between my legs felt hot and wet and swollen.

Laurent wasted no time obeying. He sank down and sucked my clit into his mouth, licking and suckling me the way I liked. He twirled his tongue ring over my clit, making me jerk and moan loudly. Part of me wondered if he sought to prove a point. Perhaps push back against some of Varick’s dominance, especially when it came to me. Because none of this happened unless Laurent allowed it. At the end of the day, I was his wife.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Varick ordered. I complied, and then gasped as Laurent licked down to my opening and thrust his tongue inside me. He fucked me with it a few times…and then dipped farther south. He swirled his tongue over my most private, forbidden place—something he’d only hinted at before.

This was more than a hint. He lingered, teasing around my rim. Poking the tip of his tongue against my pucker until the ring of muscle relaxed.

“Laurent,” I choked out. Instinctively, I tried to slam my thighs shut. But of course I couldn’t. Not with Varick holding them open.