Page 97 of Birthright

Tynan bent and closed his mouth over one tight, pebbled nipple.

Jordan had to catch me.

I was lost to these men individually. How was I supposed to survive them together?

“Guys,” I managed.

“She’s dry,” Tynan said, releasing my nipple as he pressed a kiss to my chest with a softness that was almost cruel. “Well. Her skin is.” He slid two fingers between my thighs and then held them up to Jordan. There it was, the glistening, undeniable proof of my desire, then he tilted his head toward the bed and slipped those fingers into his mouth.

Jordan’s eyes darkened. He picked me up and tossed me into the middle of the mattress. I was grateful my room had such a large bed.

“You’re sexy as sin,” Jordan said, crawling up one side, his eyes moving over me like I was something he’d been patient about for too long.

Tynan pressed my legs open and settled between them, his shoulder pushing my thighs wide open. He looked up at me with those midnight eyes. “Now that I have my memories back,” he said quietly, “I grieve every moment I missed of this sweet cunt.” He lowered his head and pressed a slow, reverent kiss directly to my clit.

“Indulge,” Jordan said, his voice already rough.

I intended to watch Tynan. I did. But when he ran his tongue in one long, devastating stroke along the length of me and I arched up to grind against his face, my eyes fell shut on their own. Jordan leaned down and drew a nipple between his teeth, and I groaned from somewhere deep. The dual sensation burned through me from two directions at once.

Jordan pulled away from my breast with a soft pop and took my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue as demanding as Tynan’s was between my thighs. I whimpered into it, and Jordan swallowed every sound, one hand pressed to my stomach to feel me tremble, while Tynan held my hips still and worked his tongue in slow, perfect circles.

Jordan finally broke the kiss, breathing harder than he’d admit. “She’s about to break, old man. Send her over and then fuck her while she falls.”

“That dirty mouth, Jordan,” I whined.

Tynan slid two fingers inside me and groaned against my clit. “You love it. I can feel you fluttering.” He raised his head just enough to look at me, eyes dark. “Ready to come for us, my love?”

“Yes.” I didn’t even try to sound dignified about it. “Please.”

He slid two fingers inside me and doubled the pressure of his tongue. He added a third and so slowly pulled them out and back in, spreading me wide. I broke apart, hips bucking, thighs clamping around his shoulders as he held me open and worked me through every wave. I cried out loud enough that I didn’t care who else heard in the keep.

“Fuck, Keena.” Jordan’s voice was low in my ear. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”

Tynan raised his head as he continued his torment, stretching me slowly, watching my face. “Do you want me inside you?”

I nodded like I was five years old being offered something chocolate. “Yes.”

He crawled up my body, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek before I could stop it. The weight of his being gone from me, of the weeks I thought I’d lost him forever, crashed into the relief of having him back. He kissed it away. “I’m here,” he said softly. “I’m still yours.”

“We’ve got you,” Jordan said quietly, no trace of his usual smirk. “Both of us. What do you want?” Jordan asked, watching my face. “How do you want this to go?”

“On top. So I can look at you.” They both knew it was my favorite.

“As you wish.”

The wave of relief that moved through me was almost its own undoing. I gripped Jordan’s arm where it rested near my shoulder, needing something to hold on to.

Tynan settled back, and I rolled against Jordan to give Tynan room to move up the bed, and in doing so, I felt the press of Jordan’s erection hard against my hip. The image arrived fully formed and unbidden in my mind, vivid and explicit: me riding Tynan while Jordan took me from behind, the three of us stacked and close.

“Fucking hell, Keena.” Jordan’s voice cracked.

Tynan looked at him with one dark brow raised. “I need to get Bevin to make another amulet,” Tynan said, his voice strained. “Soon. So I can be in on that.”

“She was thinking about taking us both at once,” Jordan told him. “The image in her head is—” He exhaled. “We’ll need to work up to that, baby.”

“Soon,” Tynan said, looking at me. The word was a promise.

“Okay,” I breathed.