Axel’s hands find my waist. “You were always ours. Even when we were too young to understand it.”
The air suddenly feels thick with heat and history. I look between them, sensing this is heading into dangerous territory. With them, it always felt too easy. I always felt too much.
Before I can retreat, Nik reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips.
“Carolina,” he breathes, drawing my gaze. “Let us love you.”
“Please,” Axel adds, lips brushing the skin of my stomach. I shudder at the contact.
“I don’t know how,” I admit, voice cracking with fear I can’t quite hide.
Nik’s thumb sweeps across my knuckles. “Then let us show you.”
Breathless, I nod.
Nik threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me close until our mouths crash together. It’s hungry and desperate. Devastatingly familiar.
He only breaks away long enough to command, “Take her pants off,” before capturing my lips again.
I barely register Axel moving behind me, deft and patient, coaxing my jeans the rest of the way off while Nik devours me.
Axel turns my lower half to face him. His hands glide up the backs of my thighs, his touch reverent, before he peels my panties away and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. His tongue sweeps through me.
I break away from Nik with a gasp. “Oh, God.”
Nik laughs, dark and low. “Let us show you what it feelslike to be loved by us. To beours.”
All I can do is nod.
My back hits the desk as Axel’s tongue works me open—sucking, teasing, licking until my thighs are shaking.
“Stop,” Nik commands.
Axel stops instantly.
“What? Why?” I whimper, desperate.
“Couch.”
Before I can argue, Axel scoops me up and carries me across the room. He lowers me gently onto the cushions. I look between them, breathless, heart hammering, not sure what happens next.
“Get her ready for me,” Nik says.
Axel grins, slow and wicked, and drops to his knees again. He yanks me to the edge, and his tongue returns to its task with laser focus. I moan, hips rolling against his face. I’m close, right on the edge—
Then Nik’s fingers curl in Axel’s hair, pulling him back.
My eyes fly open. “No, don’t—!”
“When you come,” Nik growls, “you come on my cock.”
Axel just smirks at my wide eyes. “Meet Daddy Nik.” He winks.
“Don’t call me that,” Nik grumbles, already stripping.
Holy Hell.I can’t look away. Toned abs. Broad shoulders. Golden skin dusted with pale hair and covered in tattoos. And a thick, pierced cock between his legs that makes my mouth go dry.
I lick my lips without thinking.
