Page 79 of Bloom in Darkness

He keeps me facing the doors while Bryn comes to my other side, one hand settling at the small of my back.

Bryn inhales near my temple, a purr starting low in his chest as his hand spreads wider over my back. “You smell good.”

“Caelan already informed me.”

Another wave of heat moves through me. I shift closer to Bryn and rub the same spot on my own shoulder where Caelan's bite shows above his collar. I want Bryn's teeth there so badly that my cock twitches in my trousers. Bryn notices where I’m rubbing my shoulder, his hand going still at my back. “I feel really fucking hot.”

Bryn’s hand goes still against my back, Caelan turning toward me at the same time. I look between them. “Can we go home now?”

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We make it through the front door before I turn around with Bryn’s hand still wrapped around mine. “I want you to bite me.” He stops so abruptly Caelan nearly walks into his back, one hand catching Bryn’s shoulder before he does. For a few seconds neither of them answers, cedar and leather clinging to my clothes from Bryn while Caelan’s amber and bergamot mix with my own scent, which has gone so sweet there’s no hiding how worked up I am.

Caelan recovers first, his attention dropping briefly to the bare side of my neck. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Tonight.” I shrug out of my jacket and toss it over the nearest chair, already too hot beneath the suit as another rush of slick soaks into my underwear. “Preferably before I ruin this entire thing.”

Bryn looks straight at the bare side of my neck, heat crawling higher under my skin as he does. “We can wait.”

I’m already shaking my head before he finishes. “No.”

Caelan steps closer, trying anyway. “Sweetheart, tonight was a lot. You don’t have to make another permanent decision because you’re still running on adrenaline.”

I stare at him long enough for whatever answer he was about to give next to die in his throat. “I just spent the entire night telling people what I wanted. Don’t bring me home and start deciding for me now.” Looking between them, I make sure Bryn hears the rest too. “I know what this means. I’m not asking because of tonight. I’m asking because I want both of you.”

Bryn squeezes my hand once, and when I squeeze back, some of the tension finally leaves him, Caelan shifting closer on my other side until his hand settles at my waist. Neither of them looks completely happy about how fast I’ve made the decision, but at least they’ve stopped trying to talk me out of it. “Good. Now stop making me defend my own decision.”

Bryn’s mouth comes down over mine before I finish, one arm hooking around my waist as Caelan’s hand slides around my hip from the other side. By the time they start backing me toward the stairs, I’m done caring whether either of them thinks tonight is too soon.

Somehow most of our clothes survive the trip upstairs, though my underwear is soaked again by the time Bryn gets me onto the bed. Caelan works his shirt open while I shove Bryn’s collar aside and kiss the side of his throat. The bond mark above Caelan’s collar flashes into view again, but I barely linger on it. I already spent half the gala thinking about what those teeth would feel like in my own skin.

I reach past Bryn and hook two fingers through Caelan’s belt loop, dragging him into the space between us until I can kiss him properly. “Get naked.”

Bryn laughs against the side of my neck, the sound vibrating through me more than I hear it. Between the two of them, the tux disappears quickly, but Bryn pauses when he gets my trousers down and sees how wet my underwear is. I catch his chin before whatever thought is about to make it out of his mouth. “Not one word.” His hand closes around my thigh instead, which I decide counts as cooperation.

Caelan pulls the underwear down my thighs, his fingertips brushing the soaked fabric before he looks at me. “Still want this?”

“I’m sure.” The answer barely leaves my mouth before he kisses me, Bryn spreading my legs as Caelan gets one hand around my cock. Bryn drags his thumb through the slick already coating me, pushing a finger inside as my hips lift toward him.

I grab Caelan’s shoulder when Bryn adds another finger. “If you’re both going to keep touching me like this, somebody needs to actually fuck me.”

Caelan kisses me instead of answering, whatever complaint I had disappearing as Bryn works me open. I’m loose around his fingers by the time he pulls them free, slick coating his hand as the head of his cock presses against me. I hook one leg tighter around Bryn’s hip, pulling him closer until the head of his cock presses harder against me. “When you come, bite me.” His grip flexes against my thigh before he starts pushing inside, the stretch still burning even with all the slick and forcing my hands onto his shoulders until he’s buried deep enough that the ache turns good.

Caelan closes his hand around my cock as Bryn starts moving, every thrust driving me harder into his fist. The first time Bryn slows, I drag him down for a kiss and bite the word against his mouth. “Harder.”

The pace changes immediately, every thrust driving me harder into Caelan’s fist until Bryn’s knot starts swelling and I’m already right on the edge. I drag my mouth from his long enough to breathe, “Now.”

Bryn’s mouth lands at the junction of my neck and shoulder, his teeth pressing against my skin for one sharp second before they sink in. Pain flashes through the bite, my hands locking around him as something much bigger rushes in behind it. His fear hits tangled with relief, want, love—all of him suddenly too close to separate from me.

My breath catches as the bond opens wider, and somehow I know what belongs to Bryn before I can make sense of anything else. “Oh.”

He freezes above me, but I tighten both arms around him before he can pull away. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

His knot pushes inside me on the next thrust, pleasure ripping through both of us at once. I come across Caelan’s hand while Bryn bites down again, the bond staying wide open until I can’t tell which one of us is shaking harder.

By the time Bryn lifts his mouth from my neck, tears are running into my hair. Caelan wipes one away with his thumb, and I catch his wrist before he can pull back. “Don’t make a thing out of it.”

“Wasn’t planning to.” His thumb stays against my cheek anyway, and I don’t let go of him.