Dirty Christmas
Theo pressed against my side, his mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks…hickeys for Christmas, badges of my trial.
Elias watched, then joined, his fingers unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples pebbled begging for touch. "On your knees, Elara," he commanded, voice low and gravelly. I dropped, the rug soft under my skin, heart racing as they unzipped their pants in unison.