Page 23 of Grimoire Girls Expulsion

"So you're just going to sit over there and watch." Felix lifts his head. "Very healthy. Extremely normal."

"Yes," Callum says, and keeps watching.

I've never felt so wanted in my life.

"Off." I yank at Felix's shirt. "All of you. I refuse to be the only naked person at this party."

There's a scramble. Atlas pulls his shirt over his head one-handed, because the other one won't leave my hip. Ren unbuttons his carefully, one button at a time, until Felix reaches over and rips the rest open. Ren says "Felix" in a voice that means he's going to remember that, and Felix grins and doesn't apologize. Then there's skin everywhere—Atlas's hot chest at my back, Ren's long brown body pressed along my side, Felix's pale shoulders between my knees.

Felix goes down on me first. Of course he does. He settles between my thighs, then spreads me open with his thumbs and looks at me until my face goes hot.

"Felix, you're staring."

"I'm admiring. I've been thinking about this exact view for months, so you can at least give me a minute to enjoy it." He licks up the center of me, one long slow stroke from my entrance to my clit, and I make a sound that I'm sure carries all the way down to the Reliquary. "Oh, she's soaked. Ren, are you feeling this? Tell me you're feeling this."

"Shut up." Ren's voice is shaking. "Yes, I can feel it. I can feel all of it, and if you keep talking about it, I'm going to lose my mind."

Felix groans against my pussy, and I feel that too, before he stops talking and gets to work.

He's always been good at this, but tonight he's even better, because every time I react he knows it before I do. Through the bond I feel a little jolt of triumph from him every time he finds something I like. He licks me in slow circles, then flattens his tongue and drags it up, before sliding two fingers into me, crooked, and pressing up while he sucks my clit into his mouth.

He comes up for air just long enough to grin at me over my stomach, his chin wet. "You taste like you've been thinking about this since the motel."

"Since before the motel."

"Filthy girl. I just knew it." He puts his mouth back on me and hums against my clit, and I stop being able to form words.

Atlas has my breasts in his hands. He rolls my nipples between his fingers while sparks come off him in little bright snaps that make me jerk, and whenever I do, he grins against my ear, delighted with himself. "That's it. Let him have you. I've got you." Ren is kissing me, and he can't stop kissing me—whenever Felix's tongue moves, Ren's breath catches against my mouth a split second before mine does, because he feels it first in my blood. When I open my eyes he's looking right at me from so close our noses brush, his eyes dark and astonished.

"I can feel what he's doing to you," he whispers. "All of it."

"Good," I manage between moans. "Then you know how close I am. Don't stop."

I come on Felix's mouth with my hand clamped over Ren's and my head thrown back on Atlas's shoulder.

It doesn't stop. It goes on and on, wave after wave of it, because every time I start to come down I feel one of them feel it—Ren's heart slamming, Atlas's charge snapping across my skin, Felix groaning against me—and it drags me back under. I stop being able to tell how many times. I stop caring. I'm shaking and gasping, but Felix won't let up. He holds my hips down with his forearm and keeps licking me softly through every one of them, until I'm pushing at his head with both hands.

When I can see again, Felix is sitting back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at me, extremely pleased with himself.

"Hi," he says, and when I say it back, my voice comes out wrecked.

I lie there against Atlas's chest and catch my breath. Atlas's hand is spread over my stomach again, his cock hard against my lower back, while Ren's hand rests on my thigh, and through the bond all three of them are humming with want, waiting, hot and patient.

I've wanted two of them at once for a long time, and I've never said it out loud. I want it now, and I'm going to say it before I lose my nerve.

"I want two of you," I tell them. "At once. Atlas and Ren, both of you inside me. I want to be so full I can't think."

Atlas goes still behind me. "Ev⁠—"

"I've thought about it. I want it." I twist around to see his face. His blue eyes are dark and his mouth is open, and through the bond I feel him want it so badly it scares him. "I want you behind me and Ren in front of me."

Ren looks at Atlas over my shoulder. They look at each other, and I feel what goes between them, warm and a little nervous, each of them checking that the other is in. Then Atlas lets out a breath.

"Okay." His voice is rough. "But we go slow, and if anything hurts, you tell us. Or hit me—I don't care which, as long as you don't just grit your teeth and put up with it."

"I'll hit you," I promise him. "Happily."

"Lube," Felix announces, and rolls off the bed. "Helena's room. Don't start without me, it's a lot of stairs."