They didn't stop there.
Lucian pulled her off Nicholas's lap and stood her on her feet....her legs barely holding...and then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down onto his lap facing him. His cock pressed against her entrance and she sank down onto him with a broken sound, her hands going to his shoulders, her forehead dropping forward.
"Look at me," he said.
She looked at him. Golden eyes. That feral grin softened into something that was almost warm.
His hands gripped her hips and started moving her. Not fast. Slow and deep, lifting her and bringing her down, making her feel every inch of him on every stroke. She could feel Sebastian behind her....his presence, his heat....and her whole body tensed with the anticipation of what was coming.
"Relax," Lucian murmured. His hand moved up her spine. "You know what we want."
