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and Galen’s hands spasmed on her hip and clit, and she knew without a
shadow of a doubt that they were kissing above her back while buried deep
inside her.
As she pictured that, pictured herself between them as if watching it
from across the room… it was too much.
Meg came screaming around Theo and Galen’s cocks.
Just like that, whatever little control they’d displayed snapped. Galen
drove into her again and again, his curses filling the room. Theo was more
careful, but only barely. He fucked her mouth even as he wiped the tears
from her eyes with his thumbs. The blend of harsh and caring, rough and
gentle, shoved Meg under again. She sobbed as she orgasmed. She wasn’t
sure she believed in a god, but she tasted heaven in Theo and Galen’s touch.
The men came within seconds of each other, each one half of a
coordinated dance that had been going on long before they met Meg
tonight.
Theo pulled out of her mouth and urged her up to claim a kiss. He
stroked her hair away from her face. “If you could see yourself right now,
princess.” He kissed her again and flopped onto his back, tugging her and
Galen down with him.
They ended up in something resembling a pile. Galen’s breath was
harsh on the back of her neck, his big thigh pressing against her throbbing
pussy, his arm draped over Theo’s stomach just below where hers was. She
lay with her head on Theo’s shoulder, her leg hitched up and over his hip.
Perfection.
Meg let her eyes close and concentrated on relearning how to breathe.
That had been… She didn’t know how to put it into words. It’s good it’s
only tonight. I couldn’t experience this more than once without losing
myself completely. That was one thing she could never do. It felt too
wonderful to give herself over to them. Too good to submit.
Meg didn’t submit to anyone. Not indefinitely.
She shivered, and both men shifted closer, eliminating what little space
there had been between them. It felt wonderful. Even more terrifying, it felt
right.
“I’d like to see you again.”
Meg tensed, distantly aware that Galen also went rigid behind her. She
didn’t open her eyes—to do so was to break the spell they’d created in this