Only the ache and the unbearable need remain.
Asher pulls me to my feet, his hands sure and steady. In contrast, Kayden is already stripping, his movements quick, dripping with anticipation.
Asher brushes a damp strand of hair from my face, the pads of his fingers lingering at my cheek. His amber eyes burn with a dark, controlled hunger.
"It'll be intense," he says. "Taking him like this, from this angle. But I know you can handle it, gorgeous thing."
Gorgeous thing.
The way he says it, possessive, worshipful, and dangerous, makes something tighten low in my belly.
"So I'm a thing now?" I whisper, lips twitching into a fragile smirk.
His expression doesn't change. "You arenow. In this moment." He cups the back of my head, leans in close, his voice a growl in my ear. "Our thing. To control. To command. To use. And to fuck."
My knees nearly buckle from the force of those words. I swallow hard, breath catching in my throat.
"Down. Now," he orders.
Asher holds my hands, guiding me to kneel. I face him, even as I straddle Kayden, who's ready for me, fully hard, his hands gripping my hips with possession.
He positions me, and I feel it pressing against that tight ring of muscle. There's a flash of fear, anticipation, and raw vulnerability.
This angle… this depth… it's different from before. Deeper. More exposing.
"Breathe, Sage," Asher murmurs, and I do.
I exhale slowly as Kayden begins to push in. The stretch burns hot and real, forcing a gasp from my lips as I clutch Asher's wrists for grounding.
Kayden groans under me. "Fuck me, you're tight."
Every inch is a challenge, a test of my trust in them, and in myself. I whimper uncontrollably, my lips parted, heart pounding like a drum.
"Easy," Asher soothes. "Just like that. Good girl."
I let my body yield. Let it open. And when I finally sink down fully, his cock sheathed to the hilt, I cry out. It's a choked, visceral sound, pulled from the center of me.
"Fuck me twice," Kayden chokes, voice ragged, his head dropping back in pure overwhelmed pleasure.
I'm completely filled, stretched, pinned between them. Theirthing.
Kayden doesn't move right away. He waits, his hands gripping my hips firmly, anchoring me there, my breath shallow as my body trembles with every beat of my heart.
The stretch, the fullness, is almost too much.Almost.
Then, slowly, he rolls his hips upward.
I let out a strangled sound, a whimper caught between pain and overwhelming sensation. His cock drags against every nerve ending, and my muscles clench reflexively.
"Breathe," Kayden murmurs, voice rough. "Just like that. Let me in, sunshine."
Asher's hand slides to the nape of my neck, strong and steady, his palm hot on my skin.
"Don't tense," he instructs, calm and composed. "Relax into it. Let your body give."
His thumb strokes my pulse point in a slow rhythm, syncing with the rising tempo of Kayden's hips as he begins to moveagain. Shallow and gentle thrusts at first. Just enough to let my body learn him, to stretch and open for him personally.
"Good girl," Asher adds under his breath, fingers tightening.
