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It can’t be Killian.
It has to be Killian.
Oh, my God. I remember it now. My brave self in my dream begged for Carter and Killian. Asking them to do things I’d never do in real life.
I must’ve said them out loud.
I’m mortified.
I scratch Carter’s thighs, needing to explain myself. As soon as my nails graze his skin, Carter releases his hold on my nose. He cups my cheek while he continues to choke me one thrust at a time.
I’m panicking. I need answers, and he doesn’t give them to me. I don’t mind his dick in me.
Don’t mind the idea of him and Killian doing things to me, both of them. Even when I’m unconscious.
Fuck, I want them to.
I just wish it wasn’t because I talked in my fucking sleep.
Killian’s here. Has to be close. My eyes are blindfolded, so my best guess is he’s at my feet. Or he could be lying next to me, watching his stepson violating my mouth while I take it like a good girl.
“Feel something different, pet?” Carter reads my mind. Another proof of the strength of our bond. “Smack my ass once for yes.”
He doesn’t give me another option. Doesn’t say tap twice if you want me to stop.
I don’t need him to.
His dominant voice gives me all the reassurance I need. That whatever I said in my sleep shouldn’t humiliate me.
My open palm connects to the toned, flexed muscles of his butt.
Slap.
“Yeah, you do.” His grip on my cheek tightens. “You smell him on you.”
I smack his ass again.
Carter pulls out of me so fast that I cough.
“You’re not wrong.” He shifts on the bed, lowering down my body. “You do have his smell on you.”
Carter’s lips are on my jaw. The pierced head of his cock presses to my clit. He rocks his hips, his cock sliding easily on my wet pussy. My body jolts with every swipe of his Prince Albert to my sensitive bud.
“And you like it.” Carter bites my earlobe.
I moan loudly as pleasure and pain blend inside me. That’s the only sound my mouth makes. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t.
“Beautiful Amara. My dirty little whore.” Carter’s cock slides through my lips, pushing an inch of it inside me. “Want my stepdad and me together. To fuck you. To fuck each other. So fucking dirty.”
“Carter.” His name is a plea.
A plea for him to fill my pussy. To tell me where Killian is. To remove the blindfold so I can see his smoldering gray eyes and Killian’s dark ones.
“I heard you in your sleep,” he confirms my suspicions.
Mortification threatens to wipe out the heavy lust I have for Carter and—fuck—for his stepdad.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He reads my mind again.
