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When Ronan lifted his head, I reached for Silas with my free hand. He stepped closer and laced his fingers through mine.

Everyone was watching us. I held on to my men and smiled, happy to let them see.

Chapter 10

Home Sweet Home

Curled up on Silas’s lap, I took another sip of water and looked around their living room. The space was all sleek, modern lines, with floor-to-ceiling windows along the back wall overlooking a softly lit pool. Only the three of them lived here. They’d said something about wanting privacy and refusing to live in the Corvus dorms.

My mind was still buffering, struggling to make sense of everything that had just happened. But I knew with absolute certainty that the Regents had my back.

I vaguely remembered the ten-minute drive here, with Thorne behind the wheel and Silas refusing to let me go. He’d even buckled the seat belt around both of us.

Unable to resist the pull, I glanced toward the front door for the fifth time in the last two minutes.

Thorne’s mouth twitched as he watched me try to be subtle about it. “Ronan’s just wrapping up with the investigator. He’ll be here soon.”

I picked a strawberry from the plate of fruit they’d brought me and bit it in half, not sure how to respond to that. It was still a little freaky how they seemed to read my mind.

“Relax, brave girl.” Silas’s soothing voice rumbled, and his palms moved gently along my bare legs, his thumb brushing just below where the hem of Ronan’s shirt ended. Warmth rose up my neck, and my pulse kicked up a notch.

Reaching over, Thorne took my half-empty glass of water and plate from me, setting them down on the coffee table.

“Come here.” He circled my calves, and Silas turned us sideways as Thorne positioned himself between my legs.

I met Thorne’s eyes and held his gaze.

I settled more comfortably in Silas’s lap, letting my head rest against his shoulder, and moaned when Thorne began to massage my calves. Taking it as encouragement, Thorne kneaded my muscles higher, his hands traveling upward until they met where Silas and I were connected. Then they traveled back down again, only to repeat the action.

Simultaneously, Silas’s fingers traveled between my thighs, just above my knees, and traced a torturously slow ascent. Their rough touch over my sensitive skin stoked the ember burning inside of me until it grew into a flame.

Silas’s mouth brushed against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and rough. “It must’ve been tough struggling alone.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, and my eyes began to burn as his words washed through me. It had been so long since anyone had cared about me.

Thorne kissed the inside of my knee. “Don’t worry. Let us spoil you from now on.”

All the strength left my body, and I melted into their touch, my knees opening slightly in response.

Heat licked up my leg, straight to my core when Thorne’s chaste kiss deepened, and he ran open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thigh.

Silas growled when I squirmed, my ass rubbing against his hard cock. They were making me increasingly greedy until my body moved on its own. He stroked higher, his fingers reaching the apex of my thighs.

“You’re soaked.” Rubbing through my slit, he groaned in approval. “You hear that sound, Gwen?”

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not with the warmth of their hands and their hot breaths brushing against me.

I rolled my hips, riding him.

“Let me see,” Thorne said and spread my knees further apart while Silas stripped my shirt from me. There was something so hot about being completely bare between them while they were fully clothed.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Thorne’s gaze fixed on where Silas stroked me, his fingers circling my entrance before sinking in.

I arched into his touch, wanting to take him deeper.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Thorne said, spreading my knees even wider as he watched. The hunger in his eyes sent a pulse of want low in my belly. He cupped my breasts in his hands, lifting them, and grazed his thumb over my nipples. My skin prickled where I expected his next touch.

Finally, he pinched my nipples, tugging on them. My head tipped back, and a low, involuntary sound escaped me.