"You don't want to bite me?" I ask, brushing my fingers across the sharp curve of his fangs.
He groans, deep and low, like the sound is dragged from the pit of him. "Fuck yes, I do." His eyes close for half a second as he breathes through it. "But it's not the time."
I smile faintly, pressing into him, deliberately teasing. "Your self-control is… surprising."
"It's not self-control," he says, leaning in, his grin sharp enough to cut. "It's priority setting."
Kayden raises his hand, catching something Asher tosses from the nightstand.
Lubricant. He shows it to me like a promise.
"Are you ready for this?" he asks, voice rough but careful, searching. I nod without hesitation. "Then on all fours."
His hand presses to the back of my neck as he guides me down. The carpet beneath me is soft, warm from our bodies and the heat in the air, but everything else feels electric. My skin, my blood, every breath.
He crouches beside me, his palm still at my nape. "We're going to erase him," Kayden says, voice low and seething with intent. "Every fucking touch, every sound he ever pulled from you. There will be nothing left butus. Our claim on your body. Do you understand?"
I swallow hard. The raw possessiveness in his voice punches into my chest like a brand. My pulse hammers. I nod. I understand. More than that. I want to be theirs fully and irrevocably.
"Good girl," Asher says from behind me. Just those two words, spoken with quiet certainty, send a thrill down my spine.
The contrast between their rough dominance and the soft, devastating praise unravels me further. My body is trembling, stretched tight between ache and anticipation.
They shift behind me, heat radiating off them in waves. I feel hands on my ass, warm and deliberate. Then Asher moves with slow precision and spreads me apart.
I gasp, the sudden, exposing motion lighting something sharp and molten in my core.
"Asher…" I whimper, unsure if it's a plea, a warning or a thank you.
"It's all right," he replies calmly. "We need to prep you. Stay still." He presses a kiss to the curve of one cheek, something chaste and more intimate than it has a right to be.
Then his hands grip again, spreading me wider. My breath catches, body flushed from head to toe with embarrassment and arousal. I breathe through it, surrendering.
Kayden gathers the lube. I hear the subtle click and the slick sounds as he coats his fingers.
Then, contact. The cool glide of lubricant across my most sensitive cleft makes me arch, the contrast between heat and cold nearly too much to bear.
"Fuck…" I breathe out.
"Stay. We have to make sure you're slick enough," Kayden murmurs, voice dark with promise.
His finger slides in, slow and steady, the coolness easing the stretch, but the sensation still makes me cry out softly. There's nothing gentle about the way it jolts through me.
"Fuck… oh gods…" I pant, face pressed against the crook of my arm as he thrusts once, then again.
"Exactly," Kayden growls near my ear, the sound wrapping around my spine like a chain. "Because Iwillfuck you here, sunshine."
Another finger joins the first. He moves them in a measured rhythm, loosening that tight ring of muscle with every pass.
Every motion is meant to prepare me. Every thrust, a promise.
Kayden's fingers slide free. Asher steps back too.
"It's time," Kayden says, lowering himself to the floor with that signature wicked smirk. "I want you to ride me. The way you rode my brother that first night. But this time, I'll be buried in your ass." He punctuates it with a devastatingly alluring wink.
"And I'll have your mouth," Asher adds.
I'm quivering. Not from nerves, but from that exacting flow I've learned to crave. That state where they command and I obey, where every breath, every movement is purposeful, and all the noise in my head fades to nothing.
