“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” he murmurs.
“I do,” I say.
Asher’s lips crash into mine, and Zane pulls me back against his chest. And I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Asher’s mouth claims mine, rough and demanding, his grip firm as he tilts my head back. His tongue sweeps against mine, stealing my breath, setting my body on fire. Before I can evenprocess it, Zane’s hands slide down my waist, gripping my hips, kneading my ass.
A moan escapes me, swallowed by Asher’s kiss. Zane’s lips find the side of my neck, dragging over my skin, his teeth scraping as his tongue soothes the sting. My entire body shudders at the sensation of being trapped between them, their heat pressing in on me from both sides.
“Fuck,” Asher rasps against my lips. “You really want both of us?”
I can’t even form words, too lost in the way Zane’s mouth is moving against my throat, the way Asher’s fingers dig into my sides. Instead, I nod, gasping when Zane bites down, just hard enough to make me tremble.
“She’s shaking,” Zane murmurs, his voice lower, rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “You sure you can handle this, sweetheart?”
My laugh comes out breathless, needy. “Try me.”
Asher growls, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head in one swift motion. Zane’s hands smooth down my back, his touch firm, possessive. Then his fingers slide beneath the waistband of my shorts, teasing, testing.
“Fucking hell,” Asher mutters, cupping my face as he kisses me again, slower this time, but just as intense. His thumb strokes over my cheekbone before trailing down, tracing the curve of my lips before slipping lower, over the column of my throat, my collarbone.
Zane’s hands are rougher, more desperate as he palms my ass, squeezing, pressing me harder against him. “She’s already soaked,” he tells Asher, voice full of dark amusement. “Guess she really did want this.”
Asher groans, his forehead pressing against mine for a moment before he pulls away just enough to look into my eyes. “Bed,” he commands. “Now.”
Heat pools low in my stomach at the raw dominance in his voice, at the way Zane’s fingers tighten on my hips like he wants to argue, wants to take me right here against the wall.
But I don’t hesitate. I take both of their hands and lead them toward the bedroom. The bedroom door barely clicks shut before Asher and Zane are on me again, all heat and desperation.
Asher pushes me back against the mattress. Zane kneels beside me, his fingers already slipping under the waistband of my shorts, peeling them down inch by inch, teasing. The anticipation makes my skin prickle, and my breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps.
“Fuck, Mia,” Asher murmurs, dragging a hand down my thigh.
Zane huffs a laugh, his hands bracketing my waist as he leans down, kissing his way over my stomach, his tongue flicking against my skin. “You should’ve seen yourself downstairs,” he mutters. “Sitting between us, looking like you were ready to be devoured.”
I let out a shaky breath, my head tilting back as Zane tugs my panties down, leaving me completely bare before them. The air is thick with need, my body burning under their combined gaze. Asher watches me with a dark intensity, his blue eyes smoldering as his hands roam over my hips, spreading my legs apart.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Zane breathes, his fingers slipping between my thighs, teasing over my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My back arches, a needy whimper slipping past my lips, but he doesn’t give me what I want just yet.
Asher leans down, brushing his mouth over my inner thigh, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.
I notice that he’s really quiet, but his hands roaming over me haven’t slowed down.
Zane inhales me. “You’re shaking already,” he murmurs, his fingers gripping my hips as he drags me closer to the edge of the bed. “Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?”
I don’t get a chance to answer before Zane presses his fingers deeper against my clit, rubbing in firm, torturous circles. My legs tremble, a moan spilling from my lips as pleasure ripples through me.
“Fuck, she’s soaked,” Zane says, his voice rough with approval. “Asher, I think she’s ready for your mouth.”
I barely have time to register his words before Asher’s tongue replaces Zane’s fingers, flicking against my clit with agonizing precision. My fingers tangle in his hair as he devours me, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, dragging out every drop of pleasure.
Zane kisses his way up my body, his mouth claiming mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hands squeeze my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as Asher’s tongue works me over. The combination makes my entire body tense, the pleasure unbearable.
I whimper against Zane’s mouth, the tension in my core winding tighter, my thighs trembling as Asher hums against my clit.
“Come for us, Mia,” Zane murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. “Let us feel you.”
Asher groans against me, sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers slide inside me, curling in just the right spot. The pleasure is blinding, sharp, overwhelming. My body tightens, and then I’m falling, pleasure crashing through me in waves.
