[Sophie’s POV]

“Tell us what you need,” Cassian murmurs against my shoulder.

I look between them—Adrian on my left, eyes dark with want, and Cassian on my right, his usual control frayed at the edges. Both waiting. Both giving me power I’ve felt desperately without these past weeks.

“I need to stop thinking,” I say. “I need to be here, in my body, instead of in my head.”

Adrian’s hand slides up my thigh. “We can do that.”

Cassian kisses me first—soft, questioning, giving me space to retreat. I don’t retreat. I pull him closer until the kiss deepens into something hungrier. Behind me, Adrian’s lips trace down my spine, each press sending sparks across my skin.

“I’ve missed this,” I breathe when Cassian releases my mouth.

“We’ve been right here,” Adrian murmurs against my shoulder blade.

“Not like this. Not wanting me like this.”

His hands grip my hips, turning me to face him. “I’ve wanted you every second. I just didn’t want to push.”

“Push now.”

Something shifts in his expression—careful restraint cracking, revealing raw desire. He kisses me hard, nothing gentle about it. Cassian moves behind me, hands sliding around to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peak.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cassian says. “Do you know how hard it’s been? Watching you, wanting you, holding back?”

I arch into his touch. “Then stop holding back.”

Adrian breaks the kiss to look at Cassian over my shoulder. Something passes between them—not competition, but coordination. An understanding that makes heat pool low in my belly.

“On your back,” Adrian commands, and the authority in his voice makes me shiver.

I comply, settling against the pillows, suddenly aware of how exposed I am. They’re both still partially clothed while I’m completely bare. They look at me like I’m something precious and devastating all at once.

Cassian positions himself at my side, his hand trailing down my stomach. “Tell us if anything is too much.”

“Nothing is too much.”

“We’ll make you feel everything except fear tonight,” Adrian promises, lowering himself between my legs. “You don’t think. You don’t worry. You just feel.”

The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp. He starts slow, teasing, learning what makes me writhe. Cassian captures my sounds with his mouth, kissing me deep while his hand works my breasts.

The dual sensation is overwhelming—Adrian relentless between my thighs while Cassian claims my lips. I feel myself climbing toward something bright and desperate, my hips moving against Adrian’s face.

“Let go,” Cassian murmurs. “We’ve got you.”

Adrian adds his fingers, two sliding inside while his tongue focuses on the bundle of nerves that makes stars burst behind my eyes. The orgasm hits like a wave, and I cry out into Cassian’s mouth as my body arches off the bed.

They don’t let me come down gently.

Before the aftershocks finish, Adrian kisses up my body while Cassian’s hand replaces his mouth between my thighs. The overstimulation borders on pain, but I grab Cassian’s wrist and press harder.

“More,” I demand. “I want more.”

Adrian laughs, low and rough. “Greedy.”

“You made me wait weeks. I’m owed.”

“Fair point.” He captures my nipple, sucking hard. “Tell us what you want.”

“Both of you. I want to feel both of you.”

Adrian lifts his head, meeting Cassian’s eyes. Another silent conversation.

“How?” Cassian asks, voice strained. “Tell us exactly.”

I’ve thought about this in lonely nights before everything fell apart. The three of us tangled together, no boundaries, no competition.

“I want Adrian inside me,” I say, watching their reactions. “And I want to taste you, Cassian. I want to feel surrounded. Claimed.”

Adrian groans. “You’re going to kill me.”

“What a way to go.”

They rearrange—Adrian between my thighs, Cassian near my head. The first press of Adrian inside makes us both moan. He pauses, fully seated.

“Okay?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Move.”

He does—slow at first, deep strokes that make my eyes roll back. Cassian tilts my head toward him, and I open my mouth willingly. The taste of him, the weight of Adrian moving inside me—I feel overwhelmed in the best way.

This is what I needed. Not careful touches and worried glances. Being desired so fiercely that neither can hold back.

Adrian’s pace increases, control slipping. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I hope they do. I want evidence of tonight.

Cassian’s breathing grows ragged, his hips moving in counterpoint to Adrian’s thrusts. The rhythm of three bodies becomes its own music—gasps and moans and desperate harmony.

“I’m close,” Adrian warns.

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