Page 49 of Monster Queen Rising

Daron slides into me first, easy, all the way, familiar, and holds there, forehead to mine. "There. Just me. Get used to me."

He works into me deep, opening me on him until I'm lifting to meet him and slick all the way through, and only then does Dean start to open me alongside him — patient, one finger and then more, his other hand spread warm on my hip.

"Breathe," Dean says at my ear. "Let it open."

It takes a long while and they don't hurry a second of it. Daron keeps his rhythm even and lets Dean set the pace at my back — Dean's fingers ease deeper, Daron eases shallower to make the room, one feeling the other and answering, no word between them. They don't try until my body's asking for it, until I'm loose and dripping and pushing down onto Dean's hand while Daron stays seated.

Then Daron draws back so he's barely in, and Dean lines up behind him, and they press into me together an inch at a time.

The stretch is enormous and they take it careful. When I catch, Daron feels me tense and goes still, and Dean's already stopped without being told, both of them just there until I ease.

"We've got you," Daron says against my mouth. "All the time in the world."

"More." I'm shaking with how much of them there is and I want the rest. "I can take more."

"I know you can." Dean, low. "Take it. Let us in."

And then they're both seated, both of them all the way in at once, and it's more than I've ever taken. They stay there and let me feel it — two of them, the stretch at the edge of too much and then not, both marks stinging hot at my throat. Neither moves until my body stops fighting it and softens around them.

Then they start, easy, and it shows in how they move — one drawing back as the other pushes deep, Dean gentling and Daron already matched to it, one lifting the pace and the other with him. They work me open, and deep, and back to the edge again, while I come apart between them.

"Look at you," Daron says. "Taking both of us."

"Stay with us." Dean, against my nape.

I break stretched wide around both of them, my hands fisted in the sheets, both their names tearing out of me, and they ride me through it and don't rush, easing me down until I've got nothing left.

They finish close together, the way they do everything — Daron first, his brow pressed to mine, a broken sound going into my mouth; Dean a breath behind, his forehead dropping to my nape, both of them buried deep and pulsing so I feel it crest through both marks at once, through me, all three of us caught in the same beat. They hold me between them while it takes them, and I feel every second of it from both sides.

After, they slip out careful, and they don't leave me. Daron gathers me to his front, head on my shoulder. Dean fits himself to my back.

"I want you always," Daron says into my shoulder.

Dean reaches across me, and pulls me tighter between them.

I sleep.

Morning. The morning we leave.

I come down alone. The twins are still asleep. The pack's up and moving — Thaw over the terminal with Dean's notes, Crull at the stove, Harek going through his kit one more time. Thaw's eyes come up when I walk in. Then Crull's. Then Harek's — each of them checking me before anything else

Fen's at the porch step. He stands when I come out, the dark eyes finding mine. I cross to him, and he opens his arms, and I go into them.

"You okay," I say.

"Yes."

Madison's at the kitchen door behind us, the long sweater over her stomach, her hand resting there, watching us both.

"Come back," she says.

"I will," I say.

Fen meets her eyes and nods.

Chapter eighteen

Jen