“Not yet.” He gives my behind a playful swat. “Now go to your men.”
Everett slowly heaves himself off the armchair and moves towards the shelves against the far wall.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
Everett grins impishly and then returns his attention to the shelf. A second later, he must find what he’s looking for because he grabs a small bottle off the shelf and waves it triumphantly in the air.
“This!” He tosses the bottle to Krystian, who grins like the cat that got the cream.
When he catches me looking, he holds it up for me to inspect. “Lube.”
“We need to warm you up first, sweetheart,” Zaid explains gently. He turns towards Krystian. “Maybe start with a finger or two?”
“A finger?” Up my ass? Um…
Trepidation curdles low in my stomach, but it’s tempered by something else. Something stronger.
Lust.
“Will that be okay, Thea?” Krystian brushes my hair over one shoulder and kisses my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“I want… I want to try.” Does my voice come out embarrassingly high-pitched? Yes. Yes, it does.
Krystian pours a generous amount of lube on his hands and then moves towards me.
“Bend, darling,” he instructs.
Oh, I can do one better.
With an impish smirk, I lower myself to all fours and give my ass a tiny shake.
“It might hurt a little bit at first,” Krystian warns from behind me, sounding breathless.
“Just do it,” I tell him, and a second later, his lubricated finger presses against my ass crack.
“Is this okay?” He sounds hesitant, and I realize he’s scared of hurting me.
And after multiple lifetimes of nonstop pain, having someone care for me like this feels…amazing.
“Yes. A little strange, but not horrible.”
“Good. I’m going to press in a little farther, okay?” His finger breaches the tight hole, finding resistance.
I wince instinctively at the initial stab of pain. It’s not awful, but I can’t imagine anything bigger than a finger inside of me. Even with lube, everything feels too tight.
“Another finger,” Rafe instructs gruffly.
I can instantly tell when Krystian obliges. The stretch becomes even more intense.
Krystian begins to move his fingers slowly—in and out, in and out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as sensations overwhelm me.
“Do you think you can handle me in your ass, shortstack?” Krystian rasps in my ear, sounding just as breathless and hoarse as me.
To be completely honest, I’m not sure. I’ve never given anal much thought before, but the thought of having two of my lovers at the same time…
A thrill cascades down my spine, heating my stomach. A flush crawls up my cheeks.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I breathe, twisting my head to kiss him sloppily.
