I flip onto my back just in time to see Kai drag Lenny off the bed by his throat. My boyfriend’s face is a mask of cold fury, his green eyes blazing in the strange half-light struggling through the windows. The butterflies are gone, but the sky is even darker, like day is turning into night.
“You won’t ever touch her again,” Kai snarls.
Bastian slips out of the shadows like he’d been hiding in them all this time. He’s silent as he grabs Lenny’s arm andtwists.
Something snaps with an audible cracking sound.
Lenny screams, and then both of them are dragging him away, into the dark, where nightmares go to die.
When I blink, Kai and Bastian are standing at the foot of the bed, watching me, a dark hunger blazing in their eyes.
“He can’t hurt you anymore,” Kai says.
“But we can,” Bastian adds, a smile ghosting over his mouth.
I should be terrified.
I’m not.
I’mdesperatefor their touch.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Hurt me.”
They move in unison, climbing onto the bed from opposite sides, bracketing me with their bodies. Kai’s hand curls over my throat. Bastian’s fingers trail down my stomach, lower and lower, until they slip between my thighs.
“Our pretty little slut’s already wet for us,” Bastian murmurs.
Kai’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my moan as Bastian’s fingers slide inside me. The stretch is perfect—two fingers, then three—and I’m already so wet, so fuckingready.
Bastian curls his fingers, effortlessly finding the spot inside me that makes my back arch off the bed. Kai’s teeth sink into my bottom lip sharp enough to sting, and I’m gasping, writhing, so deliciously trapped between them I can’t help a whimper of pleasure.
“That’s it,” Bastian says against my ear. “Let go, girl. We’ve got you.”
I’m close. So close. An aching pleasure building inside my core, coiling tighter and tighter, and Kai’s hand on my throat is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality?—
My body jerks as I wake up.
I’m disorientated, confused…and horny as fuck.
The room I’m in is dim, gray light struggling to filter through snow-covered windows. My body is on fire—sweaty skin flushed, pulse racing, an ache between my legs that feels almost painful.
Then I register the warmth surrounding me.
I’m trapped between two bodies, their legs laced through mine, their breath warming my neck and shoulders.
Kai and Bastian.
The dream rushes back in fragments. The butterflies. Uncle Lenny. The hands that saved me, then the hands that broke me.
I’m still trembling, but I can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal or some sick combination of the two.
My brain tries to remind me why I’m here, but the memories are locked behind a door I don’t want to open.
So I stop reaching.
I just lie here, sandwiched between two sleeping bodies, and focus on the here and now.
I’m alive.
