Page 79 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

The bedroom feels sacred somehow, golden light from the bedside lamps casting everything in warm honey tones.

Wild carries me from the steamy shower, his arms strong and sure beneath me.

Blade follows close, a possessive hand resting on the small of my back as we step into the cooler air of the large bathroom.

Water slicks our skin, dripping onto the floor as Wild lowers me gently onto the plush bathmat.

Blade grabs towels, and begins to dry me with rough, tender strokes.

The terrycloth abrades my sensitive skin, making me gasp as he works over my breasts, my stomach, between my thighs.

Wild watches, his eyes darkening as Blade kneels to dry my legs, his breath hot against my inner thigh.

“Look at him,” I murmur, looking up to meet Wild’s gaze as Blade’s towel moves higher, teasing the apex of my thighs.

“He’s taking such good care of me.” My hand reaches out, fingers trailing down Wild’s damp chest. “But who’s taking care of Blade?

” Blade’s gaze snaps up, locking onto mine as I let my fingers wander down to caress Wild’s cock, sticky with our release.

“Touch him, Wild,” I urge, my voice low, challenging.

“Show me how well you can take care of him too.”

Wild’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t hesitate.

His hand lifts from my waist, to skim over Blade’s shoulder—a slow exploration that sends a tremor through the man at my back.

Blade stills, his breath catching as Wild’s palm slides around Blades throat putting just enough pressure to draw him to his feet.

The towel falls forgotten from Blade’s hand as Wild steps closer, his other hand finding Blade’s hip.

“Do it,” Blade growls, his voice rough. “Don’t make her ask twice.”

Wild’s fingers wrap around Blade’s thick cock, already rock hard, red tipped, and eager. A low groan rumbles from Blade’s chest as Wild’s thumb spreads the bead of moisture gathering at the tip.

“Fuck, Wild,” Blade rasps, his head tipping back. “Just like that.”

My breath catches in my throat as Wild’s strokes grow bolder, firmer, his other hand gripping Blade’s ass, pulling him closer.

I watch, heat pooling low in my belly, as Wild leans in, his lips brushing Blade’s neck, then his jaw, finally claiming his mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger.

Blade’s hand fists in Wild’s wet hair, holding him there, deepening the kiss as Wild’s hand works him to full hardness.

“Good,” I breathe, pressing close to my men.

My chest is to Wild’s back, my hands sliding over his hips, around to his front, finding his growing erection.

I stroke him in time with his own rhythm on Blade, feeling him swell in my grasp.

“Now show him what you want, Wild.” I nip his shoulder. “Take what’s yours.”

Wild breaks the kiss with Blade, his breathing ragged.

“That’s not the plan, Heathen. You have more begging to do first.” He turns toward me, capturing my mouth instead, his tongue plunging deep as my hand tightens on his cock.

Blade watches us, his eyes burning, his own hand now covering Wild’s on his shaft and mine on Wild’s cock, guiding the pressure, the speed, in perfect sync.

“Bed,” Blade commands, the word a ragged scrape. “Now.”

Wild sweeps me up again, his arms locking under my knees and back.

Blade leads the way, throwing back the covers as Wild lays me down on cool sheets.

They position themselves around me—Wild behind me, pulling me back against his chest, his hard length already pressing against my ass.

Blade kneels before me, his gaze locked on mine as he pulls my top leg open and around his hip as he teases his cock through my wet slit.

Once I’m settled in Blade’s arms, Wild reaches away, probably for the nightstand.

Blade leans in to kiss me deep and hungry as I hear the top of a tube opening and the squelch of lube.

The cool gel Wild spreads over my tight rim is a crazy contrast to the heat of Blades ravenous kiss.

Wild’s fingers tease my ass, circling the tight ring of muscle, probing gently, preparing me for the thick cock that just stretched my pussy wide.

Oh my fucking God.

Blade slides lower, his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking hard.

“Push out for me, Heathen,” Wild rasps. “Let me in.”

I arch, and with one smooth, relentless thrust, Wild pushes past the resistance, sheathing himself to the hilt inside my ass. The stretch is intense, burning, perfect. I gasp, my body clamping around him.

“Fuck, Kiera,” Wild groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “So damn tight.” His eyes flick to Blade’s over my shoulder—some unspoken signal passing between them. Then Wild pulls back slowly, almost completely out, before slamming back in, stealing my breath.

I arch and wimper, my hand fisting in Blades hair at the delicious burn. Wild fills me slowly, stretching me, while Blade bites at my nipples. My body is on fire, burning everywhere my men are touching me

“Shit!” I can’t stop the shudder that over takes me as I writhe between them. Blade looks up, tonguing my throbbing nipple as Wild presses deeper working me open. The dual sensation is incredible, but I want them both. “Blade I need you.”

“Wild,” Blade growls, slides up my body his breath hot on my neck. “Let’s give her what she needs, I think she’s earned it.”

Wild groans in agreement cock twitching inside me asBlade grasps himself, sliding through the wetness coating my inner thighs before pressing his thick head against my needy pussy. Wild is buried deep inside me now, his hips flush against my ass. Blade meets my gaze, his own dark with need.

“More,” I gasp.“Now. Please. I want to be complete.”

Both men growl as Blade slides into my pussy.

Shockwaves run through me, pleasure edged with delicious pain as both men begin to move.

When they fill me—Wild's from behind, Blade's claiming thrust from the front—I see stars.

The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed by both of them at once is almost too much to bear.

"Breathe, Heathen," Wild soothes, his hands gentle on my hips. "We've got you."

"Always," Blade agrees, stilling to let me adjust. "We'll always have you."

The love in their voices breaks something open in my chest. All the walls I've built, all the armor I've worn—it crumbles away until there's nothing left but raw feeling and desperate need.

"Move," I beg. "Please, I need you to move."

They do, slowly and gently finding a rhythm that's both devastating and perfect.

Wild's thrusts are deep and careful, while Blade's are harder, more demanding.

Together they create a symphony of sensation that has me sobbing their names.

I slowly realize that they are stroking each other through my walls and it sends a thrill through me.

“Yes,” I cry.“Please,” I beg, writhing between them. “I want to feel it… give me more”

“What was that, Heathen?” Wild murmurs, his thumb brushing my clit, his breath hot and heavy in my ear.

“Take me,” I sob, frustration building as they hold back, refusing to give in completely.

“Please fuck me harder. I need… I need…” The words choke off as they withdraw almost entirely—Wild leaving just his head in my ass, Blade only the tip in my cunt.

They hover there, drawing out my desperation. “Please!”

In perfect, devastating synchronization, they slam home.

Wild buries himself deep in my ass as Blade drives into my cunt.

They move together, a relentless tide pushing me higher, drowning me in sensation.

The room fills with their guttural growls, my broken moans, the slap of skin on skin.

They are everywhere—around me, in me, against me—two primal forces claiming me, loving me.

“You’re ours, Kiera,” Blade rasps, his hand sliding up to circle my throat, not cutting off air, but claiming. “You belong to us. We belong to you. Forever.”

“The three of us,” Wild gasps against my lips, his thrusts turning erratic. “Always, Heathen.”

The room fills with the sounds of our joining—breathless moans, whispered endearments, the slick slide of skin against skin. Wild's hand finds Blade's throat again, and I feel the growl that rumbles through Blade's chest where it's pressed against mine.

They're claiming each other too, I realize. This isn't just about me—it's about the three of us becoming something new, something unbreakable.

"I love you," I gasp as the pressure builds impossibly higher. "Both of you. So much."

"Show us," Blade commands, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. "Come for us, killer. Come for your men."

The endearment triggers an explosion. Tingles race down my spine as I shatter between them, my body clenching around them both as pleasure whites out everything else.

Dimly, I hear Wild's hoarse shout as he follows me over, feel Blade's release as he buries his face in my neck and comes with a sound that's half-growl, half-prayer.

We collapse together—sweat-slick limbs and satisfied sighs. Wild's arm drapes over both of us while Blade's hand claims my hip. Between them, surrounded by their warmth and devotion, everything finally makes sense.

And I'm never letting go.