Now she was completely naked in a room with two fully clothed, very aroused men. Her body tingled, sparked. Two men who wanted her. Not just for her body, or for what she might be able to do for them at Court, or how she might look on their arm. They wanted her, the whole Evangeline.

Incredible flaws and all.

Anatol leaned in, nipped her lower lip and then laved the tiny hurt with his tongue. “Get onto the table and part your thighs.”

Trembling with desire, she slid onto the table and spread her legs. The chill air kissed her sex, but Gregorio’s gaze heated her.

He cleared his throat and fidgeted, almost like a schoolboy. It made a smile touch her lips. This was a large, imposing man, one of the most powerful in all the country—and she could make him nervous simply by spreading her thighs.

“She’s beautiful everywhere,” the powerful man said.

Anatol walked to her, pulling her up to the edge of the table, and stroked her clit. “Do you want Gregorio to touch you?” he asked near her lips.

She trembled. “More than anything. I want you both to touch me.”

He smiled against her mouth and slid his hand down, stroking her until the breath caught in her throat and she creamed a little against his fingers. Then he turned and pulled Gregorio over, placing his broader hand between her thighs. She rubbed against him like a cat in heat. It was almost as if she couldn’t help it.

Gregorio made a low, hungry sound in his throat.

Anatol backed away, taking a place near the fire. “I want to see Gregorio touch you the way he did the other night. You told me he made you come using his hand, Evangeline?”

Her gaze caught Gregorio’s. She nodded.

Gregorio slid two of his broad fingers inside her up to his second knuckle. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip at the sensation of her stretching muscles. In and out, she rocked on the table. She curled her fingers around the edge to keep herself steady.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Anatol watching them, his eyes dark with lust. Gregorio was watching her face as he thrust in and out of her. “You’re so pretty.” His voice came out thick with lust. “I love to watch your face when you’re excited.” He thumbed her clit over and over, pushing and rotating, pushing and rotating. The bit of flesh pulled from its hood and begged for attention, swollen and sensitive.

Her climax burst over her body like biting into a ripe berry. Toes curling, she arched her back and moaned as the pleasure rippled out through her sex and into the rest of her body. She held on to the table beneath her until her fingers were sore and white.

Then Gregorio knelt, putting his face against her sex.

The action was so unexpected that Evangeline gave out a little yelp that quickly turned into a moan. Gregorio found all her secret, sensitive places and lapped at them with an eager tongue. He found her clit and licked until it blossomed and grew large. She breathed heavily as his head moved between her thighs. Behind him, Anatol watched with dark eyes.

Gregorio’s hands spread her at her inner thighs, keeping her in place as he licked and sucked her clit, rubbing it with his tongue and nibbling at it with his lips. She climaxed against his mouth, fingers trying to grip the table, back arching.

When it was over, he stepped aside, looking feral, like he had to have her now—how he’d looked the other night when he’d taken her against the wall.

“That was nice, but I want to see more between you and Gregorio.” Anatol’s voice sounded strained. His body appeared taut and lust poured from him.

She studied him, trying to understand his purpose. Was he trying to forge a link between her and Gregorio? Or was he legitimately excited by watching another man with her? Maybe it was a little of both, she decided.

“All right,” she answered him in a shaky voice. She slid from the table on weakened knees, her sex still throbbing from her climax. She walked to the carpet in front of the hearth, the heat of the fire radiating out and licking her skin.

Anatol and Gregorio both stepped toward her, making her stomach muscles clench and her sex tingle with anticipation in equal amounts of apprehension and eagerness. Anatol took her hand, flipped it palm up and raised it to his lips, kissing the inside of her wrist. “Are you ready for both of us to touch you, Evangeline?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears.

Stepping up to her, his eyes dark with hunger, Gregorio took her other hand and kissed the inside of her other wrist. Pleasure skittered up her spine and made her shiver. “You have two men who want you very much. Once we get started, you’ll know what to do.” His voice was rough, such a contrast to Anatol’s silkier tone.

She hoped she would. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d been with two men at the same time, but this would be the first it had ever mattered. It made the entire experience feel like the first time.

Anatol’s and Gregorio’s hands were hot on her skin. She pulled away from them both and set her palm to each of their cheeks. Anatol was a little taller than Gregorio, she noted, but Gregorio was wider and bulkier. Both of these men were very different and very special. The one thing they both had in common was how safe they made her feel, how cherished and cared for. It was something she didn’t deserve, yet she soaked it up like a dewdrop into parched earth.

“I want you both very much,” she whispered.

Anatol’s gaze met hers. “That’s a good answer.”

Anatol clasped her hand and led her out of the library, up the steps to the large room she’d been sharing with him since they’d arrived. The bed was big here, just big enough for three adults; it was a good choice.

She turned while Anatol closed the door. “Have either of you shared a woman with another man before?”

Gregorio walked over and hooked her hair behind her ear. He smiled. “Are you nervous?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

He kissed her softly. “I have been with another man and a woman before, yes.”

“So have I,” answered Anatol. He’d taken a seat not far away. “I happen to know you’ve been with a healthy number of different sexual configurations, too, Evangeline. What makes this one different?”

Her gaze strayed to his while Gregorio threaded her hair through his fingers. He let it slip slowly through his fingers, staring at it like it was spun gold. She swallowed hard. “I’m not sure.” Her voice trembled a little.

Gregorio cupped her cheek and leaned in, dragging his mouth over hers slowly. His mint-scented breath warmed her lips and the tip of his tongue stole out to trace the wake of his mouth’s passage over hers. His kiss made her knees go weak and her head spin.

“I know what it is.” Anatol spoke from across the room. “You do, too, Evangeline. You’re just not ready to admit it out loud yet.”

She gripped Gregorio’s waist to steady herself while his hands slid down her back and cupped her rear. Her sex warmed and began to tingle in that telltale way, the same way it did any time he touched her. Her gaze skated to Anatol almost guiltily. He was the one who’d pushed for this, but she cared about him so much that doing this with Gregorio seemed wrong—even while Anatol was right there, encouraging it.

She was afraid she loved Anatol. Worse, there were glimpses of Gregorio that made her think she might easily fall in love with him, too. Two men. She wasn’t sure she could handle two men in bed, let alone in love.

Anatol’s eyes were dark with passion and some emotion she couldn’t name. He sat back in his chair in a deceptively relaxed posture, though his shoulders were tight. He fastened his gaze on her and Gregorio. She could tell he was holding himself back from joining them, wanting to watch her with Gregorio.

Gregorio groaned in the back of his throat and kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding between her lips. She closed her eyes and suddenly her thoughts were on him alone. Anatol, and his murky motivations for this liaison, were momentarily wiped from her mind.

He pushed her back a step, then two, toward the bed. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and pants, undoing them as quickly as she could. She pushed the fabric down and away, finding bare skin, and smoothed her fingers over the warm, bunching muscle of his upper arms and chest, down the hard bumps of his abdomen. Finally her fingers curled over the long, strong jut of his hard cock. Now it was her turn to groan in the back of her throat. He was gorgeous.

Gregorio’s hand dipped between her thighs and found her damp and warm, located her pouting clit and stroked it until she shuddered with pleasure. He bent his head and spoke near her ear, making her shiver. “I have wanted you ever since I first heard you maligning my work in the kitchen of the Temple of Dreams. I find you beautiful and desirable.”

Anatol rose and walked toward them. His boots clicked on the polished wood floor with every step he took. He circled them with a predatory look in his eyes. Heat rolled off his body and his gaze was just as hot as it roved her body, catching at her breasts and the patch of hair between her legs.

“Gregorio, I’m going to love watching her face contort with the ecstasy of two men within her. I can’t wait to hear her moan and whimper.”

“Me, too,” Gregorio growled against her mouth.

Anatol moved to her side, Gregorio making room for him. He bent down and laid a line of kisses along her shoulder, his arms coming around her waist to fight with Gregorio’s for supremacy. Being bare and vulnerable between these two powerful men was arousing beyond belief. Her breathing came fast, her chest rising and falling. Her sex was plumped and ready, begging to be touched.

Anatol turned her toward him. Evangeline put her arms around his neck and let him pull her into an embrace. Gregorio’s heat warmed her opposite side, his lips brushing down her shoulder and back. Anatol kissed her deeply, almost possessively, his tongue stroking against hers hard. At the same time his hand snaked between their bodies and pushed between her thighs. He found her clit and rubbed, making her moan. “Are you ready for us now?” he murmured into her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Sweet Joshui, yes.”

“Undress me,” he ordered softly.

She licked her lips, her flesh pebbling in the cool air. Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons of his shirt and pants, pushing away the offending fabric that kept his bare skin from hers. Behind her, Gregorio dragged his lips over her flesh, his hard, long cock occasionally jutting against her. He brushed her long hair to the side and grazed his teeth along the curve of her shoulder while she finished undressing Anatol. His hands and lips seemed to be awakening every last nerve in her body.

While Anatol pulled his shirt over his head, Gregorio slipped his hands around to her front to fondle her breasts, catching her nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers until pleasure rippled through her and she moaned.

Then Anatol covered her front, his hands roaming her body restlessly. Suddenly she felt light-headed. Having four hands on her was exquisite—but only because it was these four hands.

Gregorio ran his palms down her sides in a gesture that almost made him seem like a man worshiping a beautiful statue. “Spread your thighs,” he commanded in a low, needful voice.

She parted her legs and he slipped his fingers inside her from behind and thrust, making her gasp and hold on to Anatol as she soaked Gregorio’s questing hand.

“She’s very excited, Anatol,” Gregorio murmured.

Anatol pushed her back toward the mattress. “Well, then, I’d say there’s only one place to put her. In bed.”

The men forced her sit down on the edge of the mattress, each of them on either side of her. She reached up and took both of them in hand, sliding her fingers over their cocks from base to tip.

Gregorio’s cock was thicker than Anatol’s, though Anatol’s was longer. Both of them were the most beautiful of all men to her. She traced a thick vein from the crown of Gregorio’s cock down the shaft, taking her time in experiencing the first good look she’d had of him naked. He tipped his head back as she explored him, a guttural sound of hunger coming from his throat. The fact that the touch of her hand could cause that reaction made delicious satisfaction shiver through her.

Leaning in, she slipped Gregorio’s cock into her mouth, while stroking Anatol’s shaft with her other hand. Gregorio’s fingers fisted in her hair as she drew him in as far as she could. He shuddered against her, groaning, his gaze securely fastened on her lips and tongue moving over his shaft.

“Lay back.” Anatol pushed her onto the mattress.

Gregorio came with her, kneeling on the bed beside her head. After a moment’s interruption, she had Gregorio in her mouth once again, reveling in the sensation of his shaft sliding between her lips. He’d gone absolutely rock hard. She slid her hand around to cup his tight backside and he braced himself on the mattress, slowly thrusting into her mouth.

Anatol’s warm hands spread her thighs, exposing her aching sex to the cool air of the room. He stroked her with fingers that knew how to touch her, coaxing her clit from its hood and exploring her entrance. Pleasure eased its way through her veins, growing hotter and hotter, until it began to eclipse her thought patterns with pure sexual need. She forgot to be nervous about joining with these two men at once and she dissolved into the act like a drop of water into the desert—complete immersion.

Anatol’s warm breath breezed over her sex followed by the touch of his hot mouth. She jerked and moaned as his tongue found her clit and nuzzled against it in wet softness. One finger, then two, slipped into her entrance and thrust deeper, stretching her muscles deliciously. He pushed them in and out of her as she worked her mouth over Gregorio’s shaft. She panted and moaned around his length, the sounds mingling with Gregorio’s groans.

Anatol’s mouth fastened around her clit, his lips sucking and his teeth rasping gently. She moved her body in ecstasy, moaning around Gregorio’s shaft.

“Enough! I need to touch her.” Gregorio pulled from her mouth and Anatol backed away, apparently willing to let Gregorio take the lead.

Gregorio scooped her into his arms and positioned her in the middle of the bed, pushing her thighs apart and staring down at her cunt that was still glistening wet from Anatol’s mouth. His face appeared feral as he looked down at her, hands fisted, cock hard—like he was about to devour her. She was happy to let him.

Anatol lay nearby, watching them with solemn eyes. A flicker of worry penetrated her fog of lust and she wondered what he was thinking. Gregorio, too, hesitated.

Finally, Anatol spoke. “Take her. Don’t hold back, Gregorio.”

Apparently that had been what Gregorio had been waiting for. Permission, of sorts. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He came down over her, his mouth on hers, hand between her thighs. She gasped and then let out a long moan as his fingers speared deep inside her, thrusting as hard and fast.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gregorio whispered against her lips the moment before his mouth came down on hers once more. His tongue forcibly parted her lips and brushed up against her tongue. This man never seemed to ask where sex was involved, he just took. It was arousing beyond belief.

His big calloused hand found her breast, toying with her nipple. Then he dropped his head to her other breast, sucking the opposite nipple between his lips and rasping it gently between his teeth. Her back arched with pleasure and she pushed her breasts farther against his hand and mouth.

Forcing her thighs apart, he positioned his cock to her entrance and pushed inside. Her fingers found the blankets to either side of her and she gripped as her muscles fought to adjust to his size. He sat up a little, hooking the backs of her knees over his thighs so he could look down at her.

Anatol moved in on one side, kissing her lips and stroking her breasts, while Gregorio pulled out of her and then pushed back in. She panted against Anatol’s mouth as Gregorio set up a rhythm.

“Does it feel good?” Anatol asked, dropping his hand between her thighs. He stroked her clit as Gregorio thrust inside her. Evangeline suddenly felt delirious with pleasure.

Swallowing hard, she breathed, “Yes.”

“Are you going to come?” He pressed down on her clit a little more, while Gregorio picked up the pace of his thrusts, harder and faster, rocking her on the mattress. The first telltale skitters of her climax hit her.

Of course Anatol knew she was ready to come; he was the one driving her toward it. She nodded, gripping the back of his neck and forcing his mouth down to hers. Her orgasm hit her extra hard, slamming into her body and washing through her in wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure. Anatol kissed her deeply while she came, his tongue mating with hers.

The muscles of her sex pulsed and rippled around Gregorio’s still thrusting length. Gregorio tipped his head back and groaned as his cock jumped deep inside her, releasing his seed. Her name tore from his throat in a guttural shout.

He collapsed to the mattress, panting, and pressed himself to her back, while Anatol snuggled against her front. Gregorio’s lips skimmed the back of her shoulders and Anatol’s fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her over and over.

She rolled onto her back, wanting to give them both all the attention she could, but knowing that with two men concentrated only on her it was nearly impossible to do it. That was the reality of this situation.

Their hands roamed her body restlessly, as though drinking in sustenance from her skin. She explored them as well, her hands stroking Anatol’s rock-hard shaft and Gregorio’s partially flaccid one. They caressed her breasts, rubbed her nipples, and almost competed for time between her thighs, their hands bumping into each other.

It wasn’t long until her body was ripe once again and she panted with arousal. Even her climax sensitive sex tingled with excitement. Gregorio had also had time to rest and she recognized the telltale signs of his mounting arousal.

And Anatol needed some attention.

Evangeline sat up on the mattress and, pushing her long hair away from her face, went down on her knees over Anatol and drew his cock into her mouth. She couldn’t bear to leave him unsatisfied.

Positioning her rear toward Gregorio, she tilted her hips and showed him her well satisfied sex, glistening and swollen with excitement. It was an invitation she was sure he would accept.

Slipping her lips down Anatol’s shaft, she brought him deep into her mouth, her tongue running over all the spots she knew were most sensitive. His fingers tangled in her hair and he moaned her name. From behind she heard the sound of Gregorio repositioning himself on the mattress and then he was behind her, his body heat warming her and his fingers slipping over her sex, readying her for his cock.

He pressed the head of his shaft into her and she tensed against the thickness. Inch by inch he pushed inside her. Finally he was root-deep inside her and thrusting long and hard. His thrusts knocked her into Anatol, so she used Gregorio’s rhythm to help her set her tempo on Anatol’s cock. Her fingers curled into Anatol’s hips to give her balance. Anatol was suave in bed, but Gregorio was a brute—hard and rough.

Ah, this was better. Each of them giving pleasure to each other simultaneously. She opened her throat and took Anatol as deep as she could. Together the three of them moved like one animal, finding a rhythm that drove them all to a place of perfect, shared ecstasy.

Anatol slipped his hand down and stroked her clit—every one of Gregorio’s thrusts brought her up hard against his hand. She exploded almost immediately in a climax that made her cry out around Anatol’s cock. The muscles of her cunt released and contracted, milking Gregorio’s shaft until he came, groaning, a second time.

Anatol went last, his body straining. He called her name and then shot down her throat, his fingers curling into the blankets on either side of him.

Gregorio pulled her down onto the mattress and cuddled her against him. Anatol joined her other side. The two men kissed her and she kissed them back, limbs and lips tangling.

Sated beyond belief and wondering what the next stage of this new arrangement would be, she drifted to sleep between two strong men who cared for her, feeling safer than she ever had in her life.

Amazingly. Unbelievably.

Irrevocably.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

His fingers stroked her hair. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“I miss you.”

He tipped her chin up. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

She glanced over at Gregorio.“What now? This changes everything.”

“For the better, I think. You need Gregorio, Evangeline. I saw the truth in that this evening. He’s going to mean much to you in your future, as much as I will. Gregorio needs you, too.”

“And you, do you need me, Anatol?”

His pupils focused on her face and his expression became fierce. “More than anything.”

She rested her head on his knee for a long moment while he softly dragged his fingers through her hair. “Why is it that you don’t think you’re enough for me?”

The fingers stroking through her hair faltered for a moment. “It’s not that I don’t think I’m enough. I love you, Evangeline. I love you enough for two men, three men, an army.”

She lifted her head. “So why? I’m not saying I don’t have feelings for Gregorio, but I don’t understand what it is that you think Gregorio has that I need.”

Anatol’s gaze skated to the bed, where Gregorio lay in the deep sleep of the sexually sated. “He’s much different than me, wouldn’t you say?”

“Like night to day.”

“There’s your answer.”

“I don’t understand.”

He glanced at Gregorio’s sleeping form once again. “What is it about him that you like?”

She rested her head on his knee again, articulating her thoughts. “I enjoy his mind. We don’t see eye to eye where politics are involved, but he’s always well-reasoned and well-spoken. I love his cleverness and how odd it is that his body seems so much better suited to a thug than an intellectual. I love when he loses his patience, which is often, how he pushes his hand through his hair the way he does.” She laughed softly. “I even enjoy how easily he loses his temper, yet I know that I can trust him. As hard as I might push him, I know he’ll never hurt me.”

Anatol’s fingers trembled on her head and she looked up at him again. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You love him already. I can see it in your eyes when you talk about him.”

She frowned. “And that bothers you?” He’d pushed for this.

He shook his head, then nodded. “A little. It’s what I want because it’s the best thing for you, but I can’t say I’m completely willing to give up any part of you to another man.”

She shook her head. “You mystify me. I’ve never met anyone like you, Anatol. You’re completely—”

“Stupid?” He smiled.

“Selfless.”

He reached out and cupped her cheek. “Try to leave me and you’ll find out how selfish I am, my love. You’re mine. Now and for always.”

“Yours and Gregorio’s.”

“Yes.”

She laid her head back down on his knee and smiled. Maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world.