She waited for his thoughts to let her know what he had meant by that, but belatedly realised that the stone on her chest had grown cold again. She felt his rough fingers drifting across her thigh and realised he was about to take control of the stone. She tried to beg for him not to touch it, but Cian flexed his fingers against her neck threateningly, biting down hard on her lip.
“Aw, baby,” he crooned softly. “Is there something you wanted to say?” He flicked his eyes over her shoulder, connecting with Moses for a brief moment. “Stepladder behind you. Lift her legs.”
Moses reacted far too quickly, swooping down, and picking her up by the backs of her knees, knocking her off balance and back into him as he lowered himself to the thin stepladder shoved into the corner of the cupboard, one of his boots planted on the lower rung, the other steady against the ground to keep them balanced.
Cian had caught the crystal as it slipped out of her, and he held it now, staring down at her as Moses peeled her legs apart, his head falling into the crook of her neck. Moses seemed to inhale her deeply, his chest vibrating with a rough, almost inaudible sound. He thrust his hips up, his erection grinding into her ass as his hand brushed up her torso, between her breasts, stopping at her neck. She expected him to cover her mouth again, but instead, he wrapped her neck in his grip, squeezing with a deeper groan falling against her ear. His other hand drifted between her legs as he hooked his knees beneath hers and spread her out wider, wide enough that she could feel the air from the door slats against her heated, swollen skin.
Cian watched with hooded eyes, gripping her chin and absently stroking her lower lip as his eyes fell between her legs. When he raised his gaze again, he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Stay just like that, doll.” He pinched her chin higher, lifting her gaze fully to his as he stepped forward, towering over both her and Moses on the short stepladder. “Don’t take your eyes off me and I’ll let you leave your scent all over me, okay? Take your eyes off me and I’ll wipe it all away.”
She nodded, a whimper catching in the back of her throat. Cian must have handed Moses the stone without her noticing, because she could suddenly feel it slipping between her folds again, the head notching at her entrance as it came to rest there.
She wanted to flutter her eyelids closed at the sensation, but held them open instead as Cian pushed down the waistband of his pants, pulling out his cock. It was long and tanned, the golden tone of his skin flushed with a ruby glow, the veins pulsing as he gripped it and squeezed. She briefly glanced the full tattoo curling from his inner thigh and around his groin. Twisted branches and delicate, scattered tufts of flowers. It looked like a gust of wind had torn through the knotted tree, sending petals fluttering around the stem of his cock and to the other side of his groin. The petals were coloured in a delicate pink, the rest of the tattoo black.
“You want to cover me with saliva, baby?” His scent swelled, filling her lungs to bursting point.
She nodded, and Moses’ hand gave her a quick warning squeeze before he shoved the stone into her several inches at once. She jolted back and almost shrieked, but Cian took advantage of her mouth popping open in shock and suddenly thrust into it, pushing all the way to the back of her throat in one brutal movement.
She choked on him instantly, the gagging sound cut off because he was filling her mouth completely, her jaw straining to accommodate him, her tongue flattened. She clenched around the stone, and she knew she was dripping her excitement over Moses’ hand because he bit down against the back of her neck almost in retaliation, punishing her for enjoying herself.
He forced the stone all the way into her, thrusting as suddenly as Cian had, his teeth still latched onto her skin, and she let out a keening wail that never escaped her throat and only seemed to cause her mouth to vibrate around Cian’s pulsing length.
Cian growled and Moses cursed, pulling the smooth crystal out and forcing it back in, all the way to the base, the movement strong and smooth, powerful enough to jolt her and have her desperately grappling at both of their arms in an attempt to suck air back into her lungs. They both eased off a bit, Cian pulling halfway out of her mouth, staring down at her with pinched brows, combing his fingers softly through her hair, gentling her as Moses tapped his fingers against her neck in a distracted, agitated pattern, like he was counting down the seconds until he could squeeze the breath out of her.
“Please,” she tried to whisper around Cian’s hot length, blinking blurry tears out of her vision as she stared up at him, but he only gripped the back of her head and slid inside as far as he could push again.
Cian’s thumbs stroked beneath her eye, swiping at the strained tears that gathered there before popping his thumb between his lips to lick away the salty drop from his skin. She felt momentarily hypnotised, but then Moses distracted her by thrusting the stone in and out of her again, his movements jerky like he was trying to stop himself. He licked over the spot on the back of her neck where he had bitten her, but then his teeth scraped her again, in a different spot, and then again, and again.
He fucked her with the stone, faster and harder, and she licked her tongue along the swollen flesh before her face, wanting to taste the tang of saltwater and the burn of sunlight as badly as she wanted to cover Cian in her own scent. She licked and licked and tried to keep her whimpers to the back of her throat as their scents thickened into the headiest mix of salt and sap, so thick she could almost feel it dribbling over her skin.
“Baby …,” Cian rasped out. “That’s enough. I’m going to lose control.”
He was going to take it away? There were parts she had only licked once. She gripped the base of him, quickly closing her mouth around the head and trying to push all of him back into her mouth.
“Illy, fuck. Fuckk. You need to stop, baby girl. Or I’ll come all over you—”
“Get a single fucking drop on her and I will literally break your fucking dick, Cian Ashford. I’m not fucking around,” Moses ground out, his quiet Alpha voice radiating through his body and into Isobel’s.
She squirmed back against him and pulled back to lick the salty liquid drops that were gathering on the tip of Cian’s cock.
“Isobel,” Cian whispered, his voice barely more than a rasp, his eyes unfocussed. “You need to stop, honey.”