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Callan’s hand replaces mine, curling around his length. He strokes himself slowly, his gaze locked on the way Sebastian’s hands play with my tits like I belong to them both.

"You like putting on a show, Little Devil?" Callan grumbles, voice husky. "You gonna let us make you forget everything but this?"

I nod, breath shaky. "Please."

Sebastian groans behind me, sliding one hand down my back and slipping beneath my leggings. His fingers dip lower, brushing over my slick heat.

"Goddamn," he mutters. "You’re drenched."

My cheeks flush with heat, but I welcome it. "I'm ready for you guys."

Callan drops to his knees, tugging my leggings down with slow precision. He helps me step out of them, tossing them to the side before he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. "Then let us take our time."

His tongue traces upward and I gasp as Sebastian’s fingers sink into me from behind, finding a rhythm that has me panting. My legs shake, caught between the pressure of Sebastian’s teasing and Callan’s mouth as he licks me like he's starved.

"Holy shit," I whimper, one hand in Callan’s hair, the other gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for balance.

Sebastian’s mouth moves to my neck, lips dragging across my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse. "You’re gonna come like this," he growls, "with both of us wrecking you."

Callan groans against me, the vibrations pushing me to the edge. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open as he devours me. Sebastian’s fingers speed up, and my whole body starts to shake.

"Come for us," Sebastian commands, his breath hot against me. "Let go."

And I do. My orgasm rips through me, my knees buckling as I cry out their names. It’s a euphoria I didn’t know was possible, the feeling of them both here making me feel this way is a dream, one I never want to wake up from.

My eyes open as Callan stands, wiping his mouth with a smug grin, and Sebastian’s arms wrap around me, holding me steady.

But we're not done—not even close.

I spin to face Sebastian. "Your turn," I say, dragging my fingers over the waistband of his pants.

Callan steps behind her, pulling his shirt off, his chest heaving. "Think she can handle both of us?"

"She’s ours," Sebastian answers. "And tonight, I think we need to make sure she never forgets it."

I get the feeling they've done this before, but I don't press. In my mind, I'm their first together. I don’t want to hear about anyone else because if they want to keep their pretty dicks, I’ll be their last first.

"She said she needed a distraction," Callan murmurs against my lips. "I plan on delivering."

Sebastian chuckles low and rough, his hands gliding beneath my shirt again. "Then we do it right. No half-measures tonight."

I suck in a breath as Sebastian’s thumb brushes along the undersides of my breasts teasingly while Callan nips gently at my jaw, dragging me forward against him. I feel every taut muscle, every bit of heat radiating from his skin.

My legs nearly buckle when Sebastian’s mouth finds the back of my neck, his lips trailing fire down to my shoulder.

In the next breath, Callan is completely naked in front of me. My eyes trained on his hard cock, desperate to feel it inside me—somewhere, anywhere.

Callan tugs my top off over my head, exposing me to the chill in the air. "Jesus," he breathes, stepping back just a fraction to take me in. "You really don’t know what you do to us, do you?"

I stand there as I'm stripped down, my head in the clouds as I anxiously await what comes next. I'm at their mercy and fuck, it's the best place to be.

My body arches between them, lost in sensation. Sebastian holds my face in his hands, brushing his thumb across my lips. "You still want a distraction, baby?"

"Yes," I breathe, voice trembling. "Please."

Without another word, their mouths are everywhere—lips and tongues tracing every inch of skin, tasting me, claiming me.

Callan presses his forehead to mine as Sebastian’s fingers slide between my legs

"Then let us give it to you," Callan says, voice thick with desire. "Let us show you what it means to be ours."

The next thing I know, I'm being bent over the center island. Callan reaches around me and grabs my hand, laying it over his cock."You feel what you do to me, Little Devil?"

Then, without warning, he drops my hand and pushes inside my pussy, thrusting a gasp out of my mouth.

Sebastian moves in one quick motion until he's crouching on the counter in front of me. His fingers hook beneath my chin, tilting my face toward him. "Eyes on me," he says, his voice thick and raspy. "I wanna see your face while my best friend fucks you."

Callan drives into me with a force I didn’t know he was capable of in his state. It's delicious and punishing. I watch Sebastian as he strokes himself in front of me and the mixed sensations are so hot, I’m close again already.

When he's at his full length, my mouth waters as he says, "Open wide, baby."

My lips part on instinct, breath shallow as the world narrows to nothing but the two of them and the way they’re devouring me.

Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around the base of Sebastian's cock and stroke as I drag my tongue up and down his length.

Behind me, Callan grips my hips tighter, his rhythm deepening, dragging sounds from my throat I don’t recognize as my own. I brace myself on the countertop as waves of pleasure crash through me, my hips digging into the granite with so much force I know I’ll have bruises of this moment on my skin.

Sebastian’s hand curls around the back of my neck. "You like this?" he whispers, his breath hot. "You like being between us?"

All I can do is nod. All I know is the electricity sizzling through me as our pleasures collide in perfect synchrony. It’s like we were made for each other, the atoms of the universe erupting between us, heightening our lust.

I keep my gaze locked on Sebastian, watching him watch me. His mouth falls agape, eyes glassy. His hips thrust back and forth as he fucks my mouth like he owns it.

My breath catches as Callan’s pace grows more deliberate, every thrust hitting deep, while Sebastian watches like I’m a miracle unraveling just for them. The pressure and the way their bodies cage mine awakens every nerve in my body.

Sebastian leans in, dragging a finger around my lips as I keep sucking him off. "You’re incredible like this," he whispers.

Callan growls behind me, one hand gliding up my spine, then fisting gently in my hair as he draws my back into an arch. "She’s perfect," he rasps. "Look at her fall apart."

I tremble, lost in the way they move with me, how they seem to know exactly what I need. There’s no hesitation between them, only rhythm and control.

A soft moan slips through my lips, humming around Sebastian's cock.

Callan shifts, angling deeper, brushing against that spot that makes my vision blur.

My body tightens again, heat spiraling, threatening to snap. I reach back, clutching Callan’s wrist as if holding on could delay the inevitable, but it’s too late.

My body clenches around the intensity and I come undone, not with a scream, but with a gasp so raw, it burns my throat. Everything inside me unravels into pleasure so intense it borders on holy.

The next thing I know, warm liquid is coating my tongue and I keep sucking, milking Sebastian of every last drop because he is mine .

My knees buckle, and Callan supports me before I fold completely. "I’ve got you," he whispers, kissing my back. A second later, he pulses inside me and my walls clench around him as he grunts through his orgasm.

Callan’s hands smooth down my sides, grounding me. Sebastian runs his fingers through my hair then over my lips, bending down to press a kiss to them like he doesn’t care in the slightest that his cum is still on my tongue.

My heart races, not just from the intensity, but from how full I feel—physically and emotionally. They don't just take from me, they give and that’s how I know this is going to work. These are my guys now, and I'm their girl.

Sebastian eases aroundthe counter and, without a word, he scoops me into his arms. He cradles me against his chest like I weigh nothing, carrying me to Callan’s new room with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. I feel like a queen in his arms—the Ice Lords’ queen.

Callan follows with his cane, a smile on his face that matches mine. After we’re cleaned up, we regroup in the kitchen where we finally dig into the tacos Aidric so ungraciously prepared. I hate to admit it, but these are damn good.

I help tidy up, loading the dishwasher and packing away the leftovers for the rest of the team when they get home from practice.

Then I crash hard. The second my head hits the pillow in Callan’s temporary room, sleep drags me under. Sebastian is at my back, Callan at my front, and for the first time that I can recall, I feel safe, whole, and like the world around us isn’t falling into a million pieces.