My bra followed, Sawyer's fingers deft and sure on the clasp, and then I was bare from the waist up, the cool air kissing my heated skin, making my nipples tighten into hard peaks. Kol made a sound low in his throat — reverent, awed — his eyes roaming over me like I was a masterpiece, like he couldn't believe I was real.
"Beautiful." He breathed the word against my collarbone, his lips trailing down, down, until his mouth found my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth. "So fucking beautiful."
I cried out, my back arching off the wall, pleasure sparking through my veins like lightning. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect, his tongue flicking against my sensitive peak while his hand came up to cup my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Sawyer's hands found the waistband ofmy jeans, working them open with practiced efficiency, shoving them down my hips along with my underwear until I could kick them away. And then I was naked between them, vulnerable and exposed and wanting, my skin flushed and sensitive, slick coating my inner thighs.
"Bedroom." I gasped the word out, my voice barely recognizable, rough with need. "Please. I need?—"
Sawyer lifted me before I could finish, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his jeans, thick and hot and straining against the denim, and I whimpered, grinding against him, chasing the friction. He carried me down the hall like I weighed nothing, Kol following close behind, and I buried my face in Sawyer's neck, breathing in his scent — earth and leather and arousal so thick it made my head spin, made my thoughts scatter like leaves in wind.
The bedroom was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through the windows, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. Sawyer laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness, his pale eyes roaming over my naked body with a hunger that made me shiver, made heat pool low in my belly.
"Look at you." His voice was rough, wrecked, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the scarred landscape of his chest — old wounds and hard muscle, a map of survival that I wanted to trace with my tongue. "Spread out for us. Waiting. So wet I can smell it from here."
He was right. I could feel the slick gathering between my thighs, coating my inner lips, dripping onto the sheets beneath me, my body preparing itself, wanting, needing. The scent of my arousal filled the room, honey-sweet and thick, mixing with their Alpha pheromones until the air was heavy with sex and want, until every breath I took tasted like desire.
Kol was stripping too, his movements less controlled than Sawyer's, his fingers fumbling with buttons in his eagerness, a flush spreading down his neck and chest. When he finally stood bare, I let myself look — really look — at both of them. Sawyer was all hard edges and lean muscle, his body a weapon honed by years of hard work and harder living, his cock thick and flushed and curving slightly toward his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Kol was softer, broader in the shoulders, his skin golden in the moonlight, his cock hard and flushed and leaking, slightly longer than Sawyer's but not quite as thick.
"Come here." I held out my hands to them both, my voice soft but sure. "Both of you. I want to feel you."
They came. Sawyer settled on my left, his body pressed against my side, his skin hot against mine, his hand sliding down my stomach with slow purpose, leaving trails of heat in its wake. Kol took my right, his lips finding my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, soft and reverent. I was surrounded by them, cocooned in their warmth and their scent, and I had never felt safer or more wanted in my entire life.
"Who do you want first?" Sawyer's voice was rough against my ear, his fingers trailing through the slick gathered at my entrance, making me whimper, my hips jerking toward his touch. "Tell us what you need."
"You." I turned my head to meet his pale eyes, dark now with want, barely any blue left around the blown pupils. "I want you first. Then Kol. Then both of you together."
Something flickered in his expression — surprise, maybe, or gratitude, or something deeper I couldn't name — and then he was moving, settling between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me open. He paused there, his eyes locked on mine, asking permission even now, even with his cock brushingagainst my entrance, even with his whole body trembling with need.
"Please." I reached for him, my fingers threading through his auburn hair, tugging gently. "Please, Sawyer. I need you."
He entered me in one long, slow thrust. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my nails raking down his shoulders as he filled me, stretched me, claimed me. He was big — thick and long and perfect — and the stretch burned in the best way, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, my walls clenching around him like they never wanted to let go.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him, rough and desperate, his forehead dropping to mine, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. "You feel... god, you feel incredible. So tight. So wet. Made for me."
"Move." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling him hit something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Please, Sawyer. I need you to move."
He did.
There was nothing gentle about Sawyer. He took me hard and fast, each thrust punching the air from my lungs, driving me higher and higher toward a peak I could feel building in my core. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place while he pounded into me, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, the wet sounds of our joining obscene and perfect. I could do nothing but hold on, my nails leaving red tracks down his back, my cries filling the room, mixing with his grunts and groans.
"That's it." His voice was gravel, wrecked, his pale eyes burning into mine with fierce possession. "Take it. Take all of me. You're mine, Aster. Say it."
"Yours." The word came out broken, sobbed, my body tightening around him as the pleasure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. "I'm yours, Sawyer. All yours."
Kol's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine on the sheets, squeezing gently, grounding me even as Sawyer drove me higher. I turned my head to find him watching us, his golden eyes dark with want, his free hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly, matching Sawyer's rhythm.
"You're so beautiful like this." His voice was awed, hushed, his thumb stroking circles on my palm. "Both of you. So beautiful together."
Sawyer's rhythm stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic, and I knew he was close. I was too — teetering on the edge, my whole body wound tight as a spring, every nerve ending alive and burning, just waiting for something to push me over.
"Come for me." Sawyer's voice was command and plea all at once, his hand sliding between us to find my clit, pressing and circling in exactly the right way, his calloused fingers rough against my sensitive flesh. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over me in relentless waves, my inner walls clenching around him so tight I heard him groan. I screamed — I think I screamed his name, but I couldn't be sure over the roaring in my ears, the pleasure whiting out my vision — and he followed me over the edge, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself deep, hot and thick and claiming.
"Not done." He panted the words against my neck, his body still trembling with aftershocks, his cock still hard inside me — one of the advantages of an Alpha in the throes of need. "Not nearly done with you."
He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and aching, feeling his release trickling out of me, mixingwith my slick. But then Kol was there, taking his place between my thighs, his golden eyes asking permission, his whole body vibrating with barely contained want.
