Maisie
They were everywhere.
I knew it was a dream. One of those that had no sensible beginnings or endings. The kind you became aware of smack dab in the middle.
And goddess, was I aware.
I was on my hands and knees and a hand dug against my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, working a shaft into me from behind. Slowly. It was so slow, it made me want to scream. The head of him caught in my rim and I could feel every ridge, every vein etched into his skin as he pushed deeper, too large to bottom out.
Jericho.
Fingers threaded in my hair and I was yanked up. Violet-blue eyes glinted in the dark and Soren pushed inside me.
I gasped. I was drenched, my insides clinging to them. Jericho went slow. Soren went hard. My nails curled into Soren's skin and I cried myself hoarse.
"That's it," Jericho's voice came from somewhere above me, rough as gravel. "Squeeze for us, malyshka."
