I’m sure.I wanted to scream staring into those pleading amber eyes. Without a smidgen of reservation, without a thought of the consequences, I nodded. “I want you.”
A growl escaped his barely parted lips, his hands tangled in my hair at my nape. “Fuck, baby, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, so many nights dreaming of what it would feel like to hold you in my arms. His warm breath teased my lips, making me dizzy with want. Every nerve pulsed, alive with need for him.
“I want to belong to you even if it’s just for tonight.”
“No, angel.” He glanced over my shoulder, his nod to Trent so slight, it was almost non-existent. Whatever silent message passed between them, one thing was certain, they agreed. “You belong to us tonight.”
I should’ve panicked. One alpha was a handful. Two? I didn’t want to know. Because while one possessed me and the other infatuated me, all that resounded in my head was, ‘you belong to us.’
Zayne placed the tip of his finger on my shoulder, his touch spiraling an already raging inferno through me, and slowly he dragged his finger up the column of my neck until it rested at the pulse point under my jaw. I moaned low in my throat. He replaced his finger with his lips and trailed it all the way back to my shoulder. His breath fanned across my neck as he placed a kiss there and another at the edge of my jaw. I shivered.
The room was silent and dark, and even though unchartered waters surged over us with every passing second, this moment that these two men had chosen to give me, was worth more than a thousand lost memories. Because Zayne was giving me something priceless. Himself. And Trent, he was giving me something precious. Himself. And I feared I’d need both. Always.
Zayne took my mouth, kissing me deeply. I moaned low in my throat. Having desired his kiss for so long, I wasn’t prepared for the sweet seduction of his tongue. How it glided and danced with mine. His hands slid down to palm my breasts, a gentle massage while the roughened pads of his thumbs skimmed and flicked over the taut buds. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Trent came up behind me and with his hands on my hips pressed his body close. He’d removed his shirt. I felt his heated abs against my back and his hard cock pressing into my ass. A small whimper fell from my lips.
Zayne dipped his head, and tongued a nipple through my bra, the white lace heightening the friction and greedy arousal rushed through my blood. My pussy muscles clenched in anticipation. Lifting an arm, I snaked it around Trent’s neck, craning mine so that I could capture his mouth. My tongue chased his but he only gave me what he wanted—slow, drugging seduction while I slipped my other hand into Zayne’s silky soft hair, pressing him tighter to my breast. In return, he unclasped the front clip on my bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other. Molten heat gushed through me, slicking my pussy and tightening my stomach.
I ripped my mouth from Trent’s. “Oh, God, Zayne,” I groaned when he bit down harder on the nipple blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.
Trent trailed his tongue down my spine leaving a burning path in its wake as he sank to his knees behind me. His fingers on the edge of my panties, he dragged the white lace down my legs and helped me out of them. I tried to focus, only Zayne’s tongue wreaked havoc on my nipple while he pinched and rolled the other. When Trent ran a finger from my pussy to my asshole, I shuddered so hard, Zayne grabbed my hips to keep me still.
Trent’s soft chuckle teased a cheek before his hands caressed the round orbs firmly and moved down my thighs to lightly skim the backs of my knees. I shivered. He planted open-mouthed kisses down the insides of my thighs, closer and closer to my dripping pussy, and sucked on the tender skin near the apex.
“Trent, please,” I whispered, my voice breathless, needy, and I barely recognized myself.
“Do you want this, sweetheart?” He spread my pussy lips and blew warm air across the wet folds.
“Yes.” I pushed my bottom back, shamelessly begging for more. He didn’t disappoint.
The bold sweep of his tongue over my folds had me gasping.Oh, fuck.With Trent’s tongue in my pussy and Zayne’s mouth switching between my nipples, piquant sensations I never thought possible ripped through me as they both alternated with sucking, licking and nipping my tender flesh. I tried hard to concentrate, to differentiate between the two distinct rhythms. One hard and painful, the other soft and gentle, yet combined they were mind-blowing. I cried out, fisting my hands in Zayne’s hair. My legs shook and almost failed me. If it weren’t for his hands on my hips, I would’ve fallen.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whimpered with each deliberte movement, fast losing myself in their seduction. My orgasm built, hard and fast, chasing their beats and ready to explode.
Trent laved my clit one last time and eased two fingers into my pussy as he stood. “You’re dripping, Ash. So fucking wet.” He began pumping his fingers in and out in a slow cadence to Zayne’s tongue on my nipple.
“You guys do this to me,” I groaned.
“Do we, angel?” Zayne moved his mouth to capture my lips, swallowing my answer while one of his hands glided down my belly and two calloused pads rubbed my clit.
My breathing sped up and I yanked my mouth from his, trying to keep upright, trying to breathe, forgetting to think. His pace, the pressure, in perfect harmony with Trent’s pumping fingers. Two hardcore men, both strumming parts of my body that made me wanton. The friction weakened me, destroying everything but the ability to ache with greed. I could do nothing but hang on, exulting in the fiery sensations charging through my body.
Trent’s free hand curved around my jaw and angled my head so he could kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. My pulse echoed in my ears, a staccato beat that begged direction. I couldn’t give it what it wanted because I was too caught up in these two men who owned my body and possessed my hammering heart.
Zayne nipped one shoulder while Trent broke the kiss and sucked the other. There was nothing more beautiful that having these two gorgeous men’s bodies pressed up close to mine, surrounding me, filling my senses with their distinct scents yet both just as powerful in their offering.
“Come for us, Ash,” Trent whispered.
My body bowed to his command. It took barely a few seconds before an orgasm, so intense, so bold and so fiery, tore through me, scorching every inch of my heated skin. My body vibrated, my pussy muscles clamping onto Trent’s fingers, my own fingers gripping Zayne’s hair as he bit first one then the other nipple. “Oh, God,” I gasped for air as every nerve ending ignited and in dire contrast, goosebumps teased my skin. Yet the storm raged inside me. Hot. Potent. Delirious.
“That’s it, angel,” Zayne coaxed, pressing down on my swollen clit.
Then he was kissing me, a hot melding of lips I couldn’t grasp while Trent’s fingers continued to pump in and out of my pussy, drawing out my orgasm to the max. And if I thought my climax was satisfying, I was surprised my body was still on a high and each of these men’s touches seemed to be awakening another tempest rather than calming me down. My body trembled. My heart pounded. My pussy throbbed. Heat danced over my skin as my body begged a different kind of satiation.
When Zayne broke the kiss, I leaned back into Trent’s body as he withdrew his fingers. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” I did. He slid his wet fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. My eyes on Zayne, I ran my tongue in between Trent’s fingers, tasting my arousal until he pulled out his fingers.
Zayne leaned forward and licked my lips. “Beautiful.”
“I want to be fucked now,” I demanded.
