There are threesomes, and then there's whatever the hell this was.
Inside the room, the windows splintered from the roars. None of them noticed.
The dual venom made Guinevere feel hot. Too hot. Hotter than she had ever felt in her entire life and both of them felt like her only relief.
Her body moved on its own and she couldn't have stopped if she tried, grinding between them without meaning to. Forward onto Maddox. Back onto Kael. Forward. Back. Faster. Until she was fully dry humping them both in a rhythm she would've been mortified by if the venom wasn't pumping through her body. All she had was the dual bite and the need to move.
Maddox's hand shoved between them and found her through the front of her pants, palm dragging hard over the seam until she jerked in Kael's arms. He rubbed her there in rough, claiming strokes, timed to the grind she couldn't stop, pressing the fabric into her until the friction turned sharp. She made a broken sound against his throat.
