Kayden's laugh is dark and hungry. "Oh, you'll remember." He shifts closer, crawling across the mattress with that predator grace, bracing himself over me. "We'll make damn sure of it."
Asher moves slower, more deliberate, his weight settling at my side, one hand brushing down my arm in a grounding touch. "You don't know what you're asking, Sage." His tone is warning, but his eyes are molten.
"I do," I whisper. My voice shakes with the magnitude of wanting.
Kayden cups my jaw roughly, tilting my face up until my lips part. "She knows. Look at her, brother. She wants it. Craves it."
Asher exhales, low and restrained. "Then she'll have us both. At the same time. But in a different way from before."
When his hand slides over my throat, slow and claiming, my pulse thunders against his palm telling all three of us just how ready I am.
Kayden's mouth crashes against mine. He kisses like he wants to steal the air from me. My hands fist in his open shirt, dragging him closer, while Asher's grip on my throat keeps me anchored.
"Breathe slow," Asher murmurs against my ear, voice deep and commanding. His thumb strokes once along my pulse point, a subtle contradiction to the weight of his hand. "You'll need it."
The promise in his tone sends sparks down my spine.
Kayden pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine. "You want unforgettable? You'll get it." His teeth catch my bottom lip, a teasing bite that drags a moan out of me, raw and unashamed.
"I want to bite you," he growls against my mouth. "I want your blood in me."
"Do it," I whisper, my voice wrecked with need. "Both of you."
Asher nods, calm and decisive, and then they're undressing me, Kayden tugging the hoodie away in a rush, Asher sliding my pants down in a smooth motion.
Kayden strips off his dress shirt, left in sweats that can't hide how hard he is. Asher peels off his t-shirt in one fluid movement, muscles shifting under skin.
Asher kneels at the edge of the bed, gaze sweeping me up and down now that I'm bare. He places his palms on my inner thighs, heat searing into me. One word, firm and commanding: "Spread."
I open without thought, like my body is wired for his voice alone. He urges me wider until I'm completely exposed, so vulnerable I have to avert my gaze—straight into Kayden's. His predatory smirk tells me he knows exactly how undone I feel.
Kayden brushes his knuckles along my jaw. "No shame, sunshine. Every inch of you, every gasp, every tremble, every sound belongs to us tonight."
Asher's voice drops, low and sure. "You're ours to guide. To shape. To pleasure… and to punish." Then his head lowers between my thighs.
His teeth graze the sensitive skin high on my inner thigh, sharp enough to make me whimper. The sound slips out before I can hold it back. His gaze flicks up to mine, and then his fangs drop.
I give the smallest nod.
He sinks in.
The bite jolts through me. Pain, sharp and electric. Before I can cry out, Kayden's mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my gasp in a kiss that's all heat and hunger. Asher drinks in slow, deliberate pulls, and the twin sensations burn through me—pleasure and pain, fire and surrender.
When Asher lifts his head, his lips are slick with my blood. His expression is feral, eyes dark, but instead of recoiling, I feel myself clench, heat flooding low and insistent.
Kayden bares his fangs with a grin. "Fuck. Your blood—" his voice breaks with hunger. "I need it.Now."
Asher shifts aside, and Kayden takes his place. His hand strokes up the inside of my other thigh—the untouched one. His fingers tremble from raw need.
"I'll take," he rasps, eyes locked on mine. "But I'll give back, too."
Then his mouth lowers, hot breath brushing skin before his fangs pierce deep.
I cry out, arching into him, the pain so sharp it folds instantly into something else, sensual and overwhelming. Everything in me spirals into a heady cocktail of ache and ecstasy.
Kayden's bite is sharper, hungrier than Asher's, like fire tearing through me, but it ends just as quickly. He pulls back, chest heaving, his lips stained dark. I can't help the flicker of awe at their control. How easily they could lose themselves, but don't.
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with feral light as his tongue swipes across his mouth. "I'd love to keep feasting," he growls, "but the alternative works just fine."
