‘Fuck,’ Meinrad hissed between his teeth, grabbing onto the bounce of his penis with a tight fist as though he were about to downshift.
As Finn replaced his tongue with the probe and scissor of two fingers, Meinrad groaned. ‘I want her, Finn. Let me have her.’
‘Shut up, Meinrad.’ Finn shoved wriggling fingers in hard and then Meinrad grunted and pushed back against him.
‘You owe me,’ he breathed.
‘I don’t owe you anything,’ Finn said. Then he spat on his hand, lubed his cock with his saliva and thrust it in hard. Meinrad bucked and roared loud enough to rattle the windows.
The violence of the act caught Jill by surprise and she let out a sharp little yelp before she managed to cover her mouth with her hand. But it was too late. There was no taking it back.
Finn’s spine stiffened, and Jill could see his buttocks tense from where he stood. Her heart raced at the sight of him buried to the hilt in another man’s butt. It was something she’d never seen before, something so raw and sexual that she felt as though her own insides were being abraded in empathy. Finn gave a hard thrust, then cursed. ‘Goddamn it, Jill, come here.’
Her heart felt like it was suddenly in free-fall as she stumbled forward into view, waiting for reassurance from Eleanor that didn’t come.
‘Here.’ He motioned her to his side, next to where he stood, deep inside Meinrad. ‘Right here.’
On unsteady legs she moved to stand by Finn, so close she could hear his breath with each thrust, so close she could smell the scent of his arousal and the way his scent blended with the sharper, more piquant smell of Meinrad’s heat.
‘I want you to suck Meinrad,’ he said.
Meinrad pushed back hard against Finn and dislodged him. ‘Bloody hell, Finn, I don’t want her to suck me off. I want her to fuck me.’
The little whimper that escaped Jill’s throat was involuntary, and she sat down hard on the couch. Both men stood facing each other, completely naked, sweat-sheened chests heaving, cocks raised like swords, breathing like they were already fighting a duel.
‘You stupid bastard, you’ll hurt her, can’t you see that?’ The words tumbled out of Finn’s mouth and swirled around Jill, making her dizzy. Inside her, she thought she could feel Eleanor positively trembling with anticipation.
‘No.’ Jill forced the word up her tight throat. ‘No, it’s all right. I don’t mind.’ She held Finn’s gaze. ‘If you don’t.’
‘But that’s the problem, love,’ Meinrad breathed. ‘Can’t you tell? He does mind.’
Finn surprised her by pulling her to her feet into a desperate kiss, pressing himself against the fabric of her flip skirt. Then he held her gaze, his eyes like fire. ‘It’s not Eleanor, is it? It’s not her pushing you to shag Meinrad?’
She shook her head and for some reason, some reason she couldn’t quite figure, she said, ‘Finn, I’ll do what you want me to. Whatever you ask.’ This time Eleanor was positively purring.
‘I don’t want him to hurt you.’
‘Fuck, Finn, I can control myself,’ Meinrad said. ‘You know I can. I would never hurt her. Not unless she wanted me to.’
‘Finn, tell me what to do,’ Jill said. Inside, it felt almost like Eleanor was shivering with delight.
Finn pulled her close and held her there against the rise and fall of his chest. ‘You can shag Meinrad, Jill, but I want to be in control.’ He shot Meinrad a warning glance. ‘I want to be in control.’
Meinrad looked from Finn to Jill, then back again, his hand fisted around his straining erection. Then he nodded his consent. ‘You’re the coven leader.’ He reached out his hand to Jill.
In a move not unlike last night, Finn took Jill’s hand and offered it to Meinrad.
Still holding her gaze, Meinrad raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them. ‘I won’t hurt you, Jill. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good.’ He stepped forward carefully, as though he were afraid he might frighten her, then he engulfed her in an enormous embrace that felt all-encompassing, but somehow neither suffocating nor frightening.
Finn stepped in close behind, so close she could feel him hard up against her. Then he slipped the shirt off over her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest, opening a space between her and Meinrad, enough space for Meinrad to inspect her breasts, dwarfing them in his large hands, large hands that had bound her with delicate knotwork only the night before.
‘Yes,’ he sighed, settling a kiss against her sternum. ‘Yes.’
She ran her hand over the soft cap of white-blond hair and held him to her. With a palm placed against the curve of her jaw, Finn turned her just enough that his mouth could take hers in a kiss that was slow, leisurely, almost lazy. Than he pulled her back against him and settled them both on the floor, his spine resting against the sofa, hers against him. Meinrad followed them down, caressing her breasts and running a hand over her belly.