Page 84 of Obey

Elias chuckles, and Nate smiles at him over my head. There's something familiar in the look they exchange, an intimacy that existed long before I walked into their lives.

“You've rendered her speechless,” Nate remarks.

“For once,” Elias replies.

Nate reaches across me, resting a hand against Elias's neck. Elias meets him halfway, and they share a lingering kiss directly above me. I forget whatever complaint I was preparing.

When they separate, both men are smiling, and I'm still lying beneath them, wondering how I'm supposed to act normal after witnessing something that intimate.

“Still with us, Little Doe?” Elias asks.

“Unfortunately, yes. And y'all are not helping.”

“Good. Up.” Elias commands as he lifts me frome the desk.

My legs buckle; he simply gathers me against his chest and carries me to the armchair in front of Jace, settling deep into the leather with me sprawled across his lap. My back presses against his chest, thighs spread over his.

“Y'all really don't believe in breaks, huh?” I mumble, still trying to catch my breath.

“We’re not finished,” he rumbles against my ear.

Across the room, Nate opens the desk drawer. I look back to see him retrieve something smooth and deep purple, shaped like an egg. He meets my gaze as he approaches, and the command in his eyes quiets any question before it forms.

Nate brings the cool metal to my lips. “Open.”

I part them, and he slides it onto my tongue. The weight is solid, unfamiliar. As it warms in my mouth, Elias’s hand slides between my legs, two fingers entering me with knowing pressure. My back arches against his chest. Nate traces my lower lip with his thumb as Elias curls his fingers precisely, drawing a choked gasp from me.

And just as pleasure crests, Elias withdraws.

Nate takes the egg from my mouth and brings it down between my thighs, pressing the slick metal against my clit in slow, deliberate circles before guiding it inside. The fullness is immediate, startling—a smooth invasion that makes me clench around it.

Elias’s breath is hot against my ear. “Breathe, Little Doe.”

Nate rises and retrieves a small remote from the desk. He doesn’t look away from me as his thumb finds the button.

"Holy shit!"

The vibration starts low, a hum deep inside me, then intensifies—steady, unrelenting. A broken sound escapes me; my hips jerk helplessly. Elias’s arm tightens around my waist, holding me still for them both.

“Fuck,” Jace whispers from his chair.

Nate’s voice is cool, controlled. “Eyes on me, pup.”

The frustration on Jace’s face is almost enough to make me laugh, except Elias chooses that exact moment to cup one of my breast, teasing the peak with his thumbs.

Nate crosses the room and stops in front of Jace. “You have a bad habit of thinking punishment is just another game you can manipulate into getting what you want.”

Jace looks up at him, and for once, the comeback doesn't come immediately.

Nate hooks a finger through the chain around his neck and draws him forward. “We love your fire, Pup. We like that you push. But what happened in that shower wasn't just you testing boundaries. We made a decision together last night, and you broke that agreement.”

“I know,” Jace admits, some of the amusement leaving his face. “But she wanted me.”

A fresh pulse from the toy makes me tense against Elias, and his arm firms around my waist. I'm trying to pay attention, but it's damn hard when my body refuses to cooperate.

Worse, they're discussing me like I haven't been sitting here listening to every word.

“I'm aware.” Nate's voice stays even. “That isn't the point. She hasn't figured out what being with all three of us means yet, and you don't get to rush that because you're impatient.”