Aitana's POV
I shifted on my knees, turning to face Sebastian fully. With one hand, I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. He hissed, his hips jerking minutely into my touch. But I didn't take him into my mouth just yet.
Remembering Haniel's vivid image, I turned my head to look at Tristan, who was still catching his breath, watching us with heavy-lidded, fascinated eyes. I reached my other hand out to him. Understanding flashed in his gaze, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He moved closer, kneeling beside Sebastian, and guided himself back into my waiting hand.
The feeling was incredible. The solid, velvety heat of them both in my hands, their identical groans of pleasure filling the air. Sebastian’s c**k twitched in my grip, and Tristan’s breath
