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“ A re you ready?” I asked, and both men answered firmly yes. “Are you sure?” I stood terrified in place.

The bodysuit, as Clay had called it, was sheer and showed off the expanse of my stomach and the swell of my breasts. The embroidered flowers climbed from the tiny fabric between my legs toward my chest but did nothing to cover anything. I inhaled carefully, feeling highly exposed in the lingerie. The thickest part of the entire suit was the two silk ribbons used to tie it all up on my shoulders.

“It’s human to be scared,” Koen’s voice was tender and quiet from the other side of the shade. “But I can promise you look beautiful without even seeing you.”

“An odd promise to make.” The laughter that tumbled from me was breathy and nervous.

“A serious one,” Koen responded.

“Find your bravery, Florence,” Clay purred in his deep voice, which melted away all the reservations I had previously been mulling over. With one final breath, I stepped out from behind the shade with my eyes closed.

Both men were silent and the crackle of the fireplace almost had me opening my eyes, but the fear of what their faces looked like was enough to keep them screwed shut even as the silence ate at me. I stood so still that I could feel the air moving around me and it wasn’t until Koen’s breath washed over my neck and goosebumps were painted on my skin that I felt courageous enough to open them.

“You are…” he paused, breathless, and ghosted a hand over my shoulder, fingers brushing the ribbon but never my skin. The word never came. It never left his lips because his hands were around my thighs, and he was pulling me up against his waist and carrying me to the bed.

“How do you feel?” Koen asked, laying me down against the mattress. My hair fanned across the blanket and my fingers dug into the fabric at my side. He kneeled over me, his hungry green eyes flickering over my entire body as he took it all in.

I felt exposed, even more than I would have had I been fully nude, but for the most part… I felt sensual in a way I had never known was possible, and more than a little provocative.

“Good,” I whispered with a small nod.

“Just good?” Koen smiled, and the world fell away from us. “We can do better than just good.”

His fingers brushed up my naked thighs, pausing as he reached the hem of the bodysuit that pressed into my skin. He traced it over the curve of my hip and inward, and each of my breaths became thinner as he reached the soft inner skin.

“Better,” I breathed out as his hand brushed over the thin fabric between my legs with a feathery touch. “Koen–” I whispered as he dipped his head and peppered my inner thigh. I let go of the sheet and took a handful of his curls between my fingertips. He moved slowly, keeping flush with my body as he kissed his way over my stomach with a few soft kisses to my breast and collarbone.

He looked up at me through hooded eyes with a smile on his face. “Gods, I missed you,” he huffed and continued his raid of kisses.

My head lolled to the side gently, taking my attention off Koen for only a moment. Clay stayed in the armchair, watching us quietly as Koen buried himself between my throat and the mattress, his kisses growing sloppy as his hand cupped my breast, kneading it just gently enough to send tiny sparks dancing across my skin.

Clay’s gray eyes didn’t give away what he was thinking, but the tick in his jaw and the pout of his bottom lip proved he was waiting for an invitation—a gentleman even in the face of wavering self-control.

I inhaled deeply, filling myself with a shaky but confident breath before wiggling my fingers to him.

“Please come here,” I said, sitting up on my elbows as I found my second wind of bravery. I could feel my confidence growing, each of them taking the time to help find it within me and all I wanted was more.

Koen looked back at Clay with a smile on his face, clearly more accustomed to the situation than I as he stripped from his shirt and returned to his mission of marking every inch of my body with a long tickling swipe of his tongue over my collarbone.

“Are you sure?” Clay asked, his gaze darkening.

I offered him a gentle nod and he wasn’t going to refuse me. Rubbing a hand over his mouth and down his throat, he rose from his chair, shucked from his dress shirt, and wandered toward us .

His hand reached for my face, fingers grazing my jaw as he tilted it up toward him. He leaned over, pulling me into a slow, sweet kiss that made my toes curl.

“What do you want?” Clay asked me as he pulled back from the kiss and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

I must have looked confused because he asked again, “what do you want?”

I had never been asked such a question.

Koen slid to the side of my body quietly, laying down shirtless as Clay waited for an answer. He patiently kissed each finger on my hand, my palm, my wrist.

“You’re in charge, Florence. Tell us what you want from us.” He reworded his question and knelt beside the bed, his beautiful hardened torso on display in the flickering light from the fireplace.

I turned to Koen, who paused in his exploration of my skin. His brows pinched together as he stared at me.

“Start small,” he encouraged. “Ask us for something that makes you feel good.”

“Touch me,” I huffed, not knowing what else to ask for at the moment, but knowing that laying here under their hot gaze was making me squirm with anticipation.

Clay stripped from his pants and climbed into the bed behind me, pulling my back against his chest and resting me between his thighs. Koen moved at the same time, sliding to the end of the mattress, his hand cupping my ankle as he began to kiss his way up my calf.

I leaned into Clay’s touch as he pushed my hair away from my shoulder and kissed the bare skin with care. His hand slinked around to rest on my stomach as Koen climbed with needy excitement back between my thighs.

Clay's teeth found skin and I whimpered at his touch. His fingers tugged at one of the ribbons, pulling it undone. He pushed the fabric out of his way and danced his fingers across the swell of my breasts until he was beneath the mesh and rolled his fingers over my pebbled flesh.

I rolled my head to the side, pressing it against Clay’s chest, and fought to keep my hips level with the mattress under his careful touch, gripping Koen’s hair when he was in reach as he collided with the thin bodysuit between my thighs. His lips brushed over the sensitive skin in another long kiss that dragged a soft moan from my lips.

“Are you alright, Blossom?” Koen asked quietly, his pupils dilated, only leaving a thin border of bright green staring up at me through thick lashes.

The answer was yes and no. I was overwhelmed and confused, but the feeling of their hands all over me made me forget every reservation in my mind.

“Keep talking to us, Florence,” Clay urged. “Explore your dominance,” he whispered.

“I am,” I answered, and he rewarded the confession with a small pinch of my nipple as his hands roamed purposefully over my breasts. My speech stuttered as Clay nipped at my ear, and his breath fanned over my neck. “I want–”

“Tell me,” Koen said instantly, stopping what he was doing and lightly kissing my hot skin .

My breath hitched at his request, and my cheeks turned hot as he sat back on his knees, propped over my hips on straightened arms as he watched me.

“Blossom,” he whispered.

Clay carefully pulled the other ribbon of my bodice, his hand freeing both of my breasts completely, quietly, and patiently watching the interaction between Koen and I unfold.

“I don’t—” I huffed.

“You know what you want,” he said, my core clenched at his refusal of my words.

“I want you—I want—” I fumbled, fighting to keep a clear thought through the fog of desire.

“What else?” He waited, his fingers inching closer over the bed to my skin. I just wanted him to touch me again. I wanted him…

I pushed away the heat that rose in my chest. “I want you to do what you did that night, but I want you to use your tongue.”

A prideful smile spread over his face as he nodded and dipped his head between my legs, Clay’s grip tightening slightly on my breast as I gasped at Koen’s eagerness to follow the request.

Koen kissed a line over the bodice, leaving me aching for more before he moved the fabric aside and slipped his tongue deep into the soaking pool between my legs. Lapping between my folds in long, purposeful licks that had my hips rising from the bed until he pushed me back down with the flat of his palm.

His tongue flicked at the small bundle of nerves as Clay’s lips left a warm line across my shoulder to my throat and jaw.

“You’re doing amazing,” Clay praised as he buried his face into my hair and his hand cupped my throat. My fingers tangled into his around my stomach and squeezed before releasing him and letting it slide down toward Koen.

I wanted to feel like I had that day in the library.

Free and wild.

“That’s my girl,” Clay practically purred as he caught sight of what I was doing, my hand joining Koen’s perfect motions.

He sat back, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as his eyes widened, flickering from my hand to me. Then, something more playful crossed his mind. Clay rested his chin on my shoulder, and I could feel him nod, completely unaware or unbothered by their mischief, as I sank my fingers into my entrance with a strangled gasp.

Koen had pushed me to an edge, but I worked my fingers against the sensitive bridge in my core and brushed my thumb against the tender cluster as Koen had, slowly until my legs tensed and my toes curled into the mattress.

Koen kissed my inner thigh once more, a quick peck before he slid off the bed, his pants tented from his erection but seemingly unbothered as he searched for something. He moved back, sitting flat with one leg crossed beneath him and the other extended out around me, tangling with Clay’s. A small black box in his palm and a grin on his face. He gripped my calf and tugged gently, causing me to slide down on Clay’s chest, and hooked my leg over his lap, spreading me open as if on display.

“One last surprise,” Koen hummed at me, his fingers giving me a small squeeze before he popped the lid on the box and held it out to me. My fingers stopped between my legs, distracted by the present, as I put all my weight on Clay and reached forward, plucking the smooth, curved object from the cushioned box.

It was dark purple in color, with silver markings and a button along the arched top half. It was small enough to fit in my hand, with one larger bulbous end and one slimmer one.

“What is it?” I asked him, excitement in my voice.

“It’s a vibrator,” Clay whispered quietly, “it’s meant to…help.”

“Help?” I angled my neck, wanting—no needing , to see the look on his face. He stared down at me with those calm gray eyes, his hand brushing over my jaw into my hair. He waited for me to understand what he meant—“Oh,” I whispered and held the vibrator between my fingers. His hand eclipsed mine and his finger pressed the small silver button inlaid along the top.

“Oh!” I giggled as it started to vibrate between my fingers. It ticked the muscles in my hand and wrist as it rippled down through my palm into my arm. “What is it made from?” I asked quizzically, the textile unlike that I had ever felt. Soft and unbelievably smooth.

Clay’s breath tickled against my neck in a soft chuckle, “It’s called silicone”

“And where did you possibly find such a thing?” I asked, looking back to Koen.

“You’d be surprised by how sex positive we’ve become as a society in the last century. Nearly every town has a sex shop,” he laughed and rubbed my bare calf.

“Sex shop?” I asked, my mouth agape and Koen shook his head, mouthing the word later . But in my lust filled haze I don’t think I would remember to ask him even if I tried my hardest. I ached for more touching. The interruption was sweet but stretched too long. I wiggled in Clay’s arms and his grip around my stomach tightened slightly.

“Impatient little thing,” he chuffed.

“It’s much better than your hand.” Koen beamed with pride. “And now when we're gone on hunts—” He smiled brighter.

“—You can use it and think of us.” Clay licked my earlobe, sinking his teeth into the soft skin as he pushed my hand back down towards my center.

The vibration was shocking and I gasped loudly as Koen guided my hand lower, pressing the cool soft silicone between wet folds and against me. It ignited a fire so hot I moaned the moment Koen touched it to my entrance, always leading the way but not doing the work for me.

“Just like that,” he praised as he pressed his mouth against my thigh. He licked and nipped as I found myself growing comfortable with the vibrations that pulsed through me. “Deeper, Blossom,” he encouraged and pushed his fingers against the top of my hand, urging me to dip it inside.

“Oh, God,” I cried out as it surged inside of me, such a foreign sensation but I couldn’t get enough of it. “This is magic.” I laughed quietly between tiny shallow breaths as I rocked the vibrator in and out against myself.

Clay went back to kissing my throat as the heat between all of us rose to new levels. The tension in the bottom of my stomach curled and tightened until I couldn’t breathe and every touch laid onto my skin felt like ice. It stung and cooled all at once.

I let the vibrator fall from my grasp, exchanging the device for the soft curls of Koen’s hair, tugging him upward. “I want you,” I demanded .

“Blossom found her voice.” Koen smiled and obeyed the request. He crawled up between my thighs, Clay shifting to give him space as I sat up and welcomed his lips to mine. My hands worked at the buckle of his pants until it hung loose and he was able to push them down over his hips with a small wiggle.

For a split second, doubt of our entanglement filled me and, even though I had attempted to hide it from him, Koen caught the look on my face. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling back slightly, using his arm on the head of the bed to prop himself over both of us.

“You both have been so patient with me and I fear I’m walking you into something you might not be comfortable with–”

Koen silenced the protest with a small kiss, his knuckles grazing the underside of my chin and lifting my mouth to his. When he pulled back, I figured he would say something reassuring or perhaps stop what was happening altogether. But he leaned forward, brushing against my hips with his own in a slow grind that forced an enticing static to cover my skin as my core fluttered for more.

I pressed my cheek against Clay’s chest, watching as Koen captured Clay’s pouting bottom lip between his own and kissed him. It was deep and intimate in a way that caused my cheeks to flush with an unbearable heat.

“We’re comfortable, Florence,” Clay whispered when Koen finally released him in a soft retreat, only to steal another small peck from me and settled down between my thighs.

“May we continue?” Clay asked, warm at my back, bracing me for Koen.

I nodded. “ Please ? ”

The plea that left me was low and strangled as Clay’s fingers found a nipple and rubbed them around the sensitive bud. My hips lifted from the mattress, but his other hand pressed flat to my stomach and eased me back against it as Koen surged forward.

“Oh,” I breathed, my nails digging into the skin on his shoulders as he sank into me, aching and waiting for him. His hips met mine before he retreated and rocked forward again at an even slower pace.

I was a mess of euphoria with Clay's lips on my neck, his hands kneading my breasts, and Koen’s careful thrusts. “Tell me what you like,” Koen huffed between breaths. “I want to know how to make you feel good, Blossom.”

“I need more Koen. This isn’t enough,” I said breathlessly to the both of them. I was so close to the edge I could feel the orgasm, tingling at every nerve, but he was being too gentle. I wanted more.

His eyes trailed to Clay’s, locking, which was only momentarily before both men respected the plea. Clay hauled me up higher into his lap, bending his knees and using his thighs to angle me more open to Koen’s advances. Propped like this with his hands gripped around my thighs, Koen shifted to his knees and moved faster. Thrusting into me without remorse as his hand found my breast and cupped it tightly in his fingers.

Clay carefully wrapped his hand around my throat, angling my head back to him so he could take my lips against his. Kissing me until I couldn’t breathe as Koen stretched my walls over and over. Clay’s tongue slipped into my mouth, his hands wrapped around my middle, holding me against him, our thighs pressed together, slick with sweat, while Koen worked me closer to the edge .

“She’s almost there,” Koen said as I clenched around him instinctively. His hands wrapped around my thighs, tugging my bottom against his hips in a way that rocked shockwaves through my core and into my overstimulated muscles.

“Don’t stop!” I begged but it came out as nothing more than a strangled whine. I forced myself to try again. “Do I feel good?” I asked, and Koen nearly keeled over from the question. A stunned look of pleasure and shock tangled over his face.

“You feel so good, Blossom,” he groaned and somehow picked up his pace yet again. He smiled, peering down at me with lust. My breasts spilled from the top of the body suit, bouncing wildly as I rolled back against Clay. “God damnit if only you could see yourself from my eyes.”

“Tell me,” Clay begged him.

“Her hair is all messy, her lips pinker than they’ve ever been, and I’ve never seen her eyes so green.” He thrust through the description as I turned my head back to Clay, who stared down at me with a look I had never seen from anyone before. It made my heart skip in my chest as his arms tightened impossibly around me. “Her skin is glowing, sweaty, and marked with our fingerprints.”

Koen whimpered as my hips fell open and my back arched, allowing his impressively thick length to slide even deeper within me.

“She’s fucking perfect,” he said lastly and sent me tumbling from the edge down the slope into my orgasm.

“That’s it, Blossom,” he praised. I fluttered around his cock as he plunged himself as deep as he could and built the pressure until I was crying out. “Finish with me inside of you,” he demanded, and my body obeyed like that’s all I needed to hear from him .

“God, you’re beautiful,” Clay’s purr was followed by the grazing of his teeth against my shoulder that caused me to whimper, he pulled away only to pepper it with tender kisses to ease the pain.

My gut tightened as the shockwaves of pleasure gripped my body, and Koen kissed me until I saw stars dance around in a hazy vision.

“Good girl,” Clay praised as Koen slipped from me.

He removed himself, replacing it with the vibrator to send a fury of aftershocks through me. I wrapped my arm up around Clay’s neck, gripping a handful of hair as I came completely and utterly undone. Clay’s fingers rubbed in lazy circles as I came back to them both. Stomach full of heat, muscles exhausted, and my brain drunk off sex, I let Koen wrap his arm around my middle and bring me back down on the bed against his chest, his face nuzzled into my hair as Clay rolled to his side and joined us.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I understand now why men enjoy brothels,” I giggled, pulling my kiss-bitten bottom lip between my teeth.

Koen kissed my forehead. “You did so good,” he whispered against my skin.

“I’d like to do that again,” I said to them both as Clay buried his face beneath my hair against the mattress, his lips finding my ear.

“Sleep now,” he grumbled and tangled his arm around my middle next to Koen’s. “There is plenty of time for more later.”