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CHAPTER TWENTY

ELENA

With Victoria’s legs wrapped around my waist, Conor teases us both, repeatedly giving us each a handful of strokes before switching to the other. He rubs his hands over us both. “I can’t get enough of either of you.”

And he truly can’t.

But none of us can get enough.

We spend glorious hours pleasuring each other. Fingers, tongues, the wand, and Conor’s cock all causing more orgasms for me and Victoria than I can possibly count. Even Conor has spilled into several condoms throughout the course of the evening.

Exhausted, the three of us collapse onto the mattress in a sweaty tangle of limbs, and I find myself firmly nuzzled between Conor and Victoria. With the room bathed in moonlight and the faint glow of the city beneath us, their hands roam over me as they each hold me against them—his firm body pressed to my stomach, and her soft body spooning against my back. I return their tender touches, dusting my hand over Victoria’s thigh and lightly tracing invisible patterns over Conor’s chest.

This is new. The three of us curled together. But it feels… peaceful. Almost surreal. Lying in the darkness, listening to the sounds of our breathing, I’m flooded with emotions—coming to the realization that it is so much more than the three of us being together physically. There is an undeniable connection between us.

As though he can read my thoughts, Conor whispers, “It’s never been like this.” His soft tone is heartfelt and full of honesty.

“Conor…” Victoria returns his soft tone with a slightly gruffer one, lifting her head onto my shoulder to meet his gaze over me.

Not heeding her unspoken request to drop this conversation, my tone is filled with curiosity and affection as I ask, “What do you mean?”

“I always thought something like this would be… complicated,” he answers, and his hand brush along mine. “But with both of you, it feels right. Like the three of us?—”

“Fit,” I finish his thought with ease, because I feel the same.

Conor smiles, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Yes, cailín leanbh .”

My heart warms at his touch and the tender Gaelic—that I don’t understand. “What does that mean?”

“Baby girl.” He dips his head and places a soft kiss on the bridge of my nose.

Squeezing me possessively, Victoria silently watches my interaction with Conor.

“That’s different from what you call Victoria, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Turning my face to kiss her over my shoulder, I tiredly ask, “And what is it?”

“ Mo cailín dáigh ,” Conor answers.

Victoria gives a slightly disapproving hum before breaking her silence. “I think all of us are exhausted. This is a conversation for a very different time. We should get going, sweet girl.”

“My stubborn girl is right,” Conor replies with a slight chuckle behind his words. “But it’s 2 a.m. The two of you are staying right here.”

“Please, Vic,” I ask, my words as heavy with the slumber I’m trying to fight as the tension suddenly fills the room. Watching and listening to the two of them struggle for the alpha role between the three of us is more amusing than it should be. She’s the ultimate brat to tame . Which is ironic because she fucking hates brats. I fight desperately to hold in the snicker that thought causes. “I’m far too tired to get dressed and head home.”

“Stay,” Conor insists, his arms wrapping a tad tighter around us both. “I want you to.”

The slow, heavy sigh Victoria expels is near silent, but the warmth of it blows over my skin. “Just this once.” Brushing my hair out of the way, she presses her lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, too,” I return the sentiment, not realizing how intently Conor is hanging on each word until the moonlight twinkles in his eyes. Reaching behind me and pulling Victoria tighter to me for comfort, I nuzzle against the warmth of Conor’s chest.

Dropping his strong muscular arm over us both, Conor’s voice is light and subdued when he speaks the final words before the room falls silent. “Good night, cailín leanbh . Good night, cailín dáigh.”

We lie together—fitting together like a puzzle—the quiet of the room slowly enveloping us. Exhaustion has taken hold, but the soft comfort of us entwined speaks volumes. With both their soft breaths fluttering over my skin, I drift to sleep.