Page 53 of In Deep

“Like I said, we’re going to go slow with you,” he says. “So we’ll start with the beads. We’ll have a play with them so you get used to the sensation. And we’ll go from there.”

His hand slides up my leg to the wet gusset of my underwear.

“Can we start experimenting with them now?” I breathe, closing my eyes.

Duncan growls and leans forward to nip at my shoulder.

“Get the fucking bill, Zane,” he tells his friend.

Chapter 17

As soon as we’re out of the taxi, both alphas are on me, Duncan kissing my mouth and Zane my neck as we stumble as one body of entangled limbs towards the house. Zane’s forced to break away and fumble with the door, his key slipping from the lock as his eyes keep drifting to his pack mate kissing me, our hands inside each other’s tops.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “you both look so goddamn sexy. I think I want to fuck you both.”

I smile into Duncan’s mouth. There was a chance I could feel like an intruder in this thing that exists between Duncan and Zane. But I don’t. We are like an equilateral triangle, each a corner of equal weight, of equal force.

I smile harder. I am such a geek.

“What?” Duncan asks, breaking away.

I giggle. “Is it weird I think about mathematics sometimes during sex stuff?”

“Does it turn you on?” Duncan asks as he walks me through the doorway.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“E=MC squared,” Duncan growls in my ear, pushing me up against Zane in the hallway.

“You could say anything in that Scottish accent of yours, and it would turn me on,” I mutter.

His hand is inside my bra. “Energy is liberated matter,” he whispers, squeezing my tit.

Zane nibbles the side of my neck while his hand slides down the back of jeans and into my knickers. He finds my ring and tickles it with the pad of his finger. “Black matter,” he growls.

I gasp.

“The Big Bang.” Duncan grinds into me and I feel his hard erection on my clit. “Photons and atoms and all that shit.”

Zane smears his finger in my slick and then he’s ringing my hole, dipping his finger ever so slightly inside.

“Oh,” I moan. I know I’m going to find it hard to keep a straight face every time these phrases come up in class from now on. My mind will slip back to this encounter in the hallway.

I hear a click of a door open behind me and then we’re walking into the cavernous TV room. It lies in pitch blackness and none of us move to switch on the lights. Instead, Duncan kicks at the door as the three of us tear at each other’s clothes. I zip open Duncan’s fly and Duncan tugs off Zanes shirt. Zane yanks down my jeans and my underwear and I do the same to Duncan. And then Duncan is unhooking my bra as Zane unbuttons his shirt.

In the darkness, I can just about make out the outline of their bodies, the stiffness of their cocks.

“Where are the toys?” I ask, as Zane knocks me back into the sofa and drops between my thighs as Duncan continues his attention on my breasts, sucking one tit into his mouth as he rubs my other nipple between his finger and thumb.

“You wanna try this now, sugar?” Zane asks me.

“Yes,” I say with a hint of impatience. I can hear their combined pants in the silence that follows. “What?”

“It’s been a fantasy of ours for a long time,” Zane confesses, stroking up and down my thigh. “To think it might–”

“You mean you never did it with …” I can’t bring myself to say her name.

“No,” Duncan says simply.