What she really needs is to submit. She needs someone to take away her thoughts and worries and allow her to just exist, but trust is needed for that, and that’s one thing we’re short on right now.
“Do you have to go out today?” he asks.
“No, Kovu is going to cover for a few days.”
“He’s going stir crazy since the Syndicate stepped away, huh?”
“You have no idea.” I chuckle. “They all are, and they’re driving Camilla crazy. Especially now she’s pregnant.”
“Oof, I’m surprised she hasn’t stabbed any of them.”
I smirk. “I didn’t say she hasn’t.”
He barks out a laugh, which stirs the sleeping beauty between us. As much as I want to hold on to this moment for as long as I can, I know how much Hannah hates to waste the day sleeping, and we have much to discuss.
She shifts the leg she has thrown over mine and pauses when she brushes my very hard cock. The poor guy hasn’t known a moment of peace since we slipped into bed.
Hannah blinks up at me through thick lashes, but as sleep falls away, the memory of everything we revealed returns, and she immediately tries to roll away from me.
Unfortunately for her, Asher and I move at once, trapping her between us before she can escape.
I press my hard cock against her, making sure she feels every inch of how she affects me, and her eyes dilate slightly.
As much as her mind wants to deny it, her body is just as desperate as mine is.
“Good morning, Hannah,” I murmur as Asher trails kisses along her shoulder. “I spent years dreaming of waking up with you in my arms, but my imagination paled in comparison to the reality.”
A shiver moves through her body, but there’s no way she’s cold. No, she’s turned on despite herself, and the way her brows dip in annoyance at her body’s reaction to us is so fucking adorable I can’t help but move closer, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“I need to get up,” she whispers.
“Not yet,” Asher replies. His hand trails along her hip and slips into the waistband of her panties.
When she hisses out a breath, I know he’s found what he was looking for.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for us. Did your pretty cunt like being pinned between us all night?”
“No.” Her voice trembles.
“Liar.” I chuckle. I drag my fingers along her shoulder and down her chest, pinching her peaked nipples through the soft sports bra until her breath hisses through her teeth.
“She just gushed for us,” Asher tells me.
“Mm, our girl does love a little pain, doesn’t she?”
A soft moan escapes her throat as she shifts against our ministrations.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah.”
She blinks up at me, emotion swirling in her eyes alongside the need.
“Will you submit to us, Little Doe? Will you let us show you how good it can be to be ours?”
Asher barely gets through his question before she’s nodding, her body desperate to be dominated.
“We’ll take care of you, Hannah. You can always hand over your worries to us,” I promise her. There are so many moments I’ve imagined since Asher and I concocted this plan all those years ago, but more than anything, I’ve wanted to be her safe place.
She may not be ready to hand it all over yet, but when she is, I’ll be more than happy to take everything from her shoulders.
