The grove swallowed us.
Eucalyptus bark rasped cool and rough against their backs as I pinned them there as they asked me to, moonlight fracturing through the canopy in silver shards that slid over sweat-slick skin like liquid mercury.
The air was heavier here, thick with crushed clover, night-blooming jasmine, and the darker, animal scent of two women already dripping for me—their cunts swollen and glistening, lips parted and flushed dark with blood, begging to be wrecked.
I took my time.
No. Fuck that!
I devoured them.
Madison first. I dragged her dress down inch by inch, while my lips followed the fabric, tasting the faint salt blooming on her collarbone, the velvet heat where neck met shoulder.
When the silk caught on her hips I bit the swell of her breast through it, teeth sinking deep to mark her as mine, hard enough that she cried out, the sound sharp and wet in the stillness.
