It mirrors my own.
“But if you do want it,” Dylan murmurs, sliding his hands up my sides. His thumbs skim the edge of my breasts through my top, and my pulse trips wildly. “We’re right here.”
My heart slams against my ribs, and I set my glass of water down before I drop it. I glance between them, torn between instinct and logic, between terror and craving. Every inch of me is awake, aware, alive, as their scents curl through my head, fogging my brain.
Arousal surges through me so hot it’s almost frightening. It burns under my skin, low and deep, a slow-building inferno that lights everything in its path.
I just had my heat last week, so there is no way this is anything but attraction… right? No way I could be responding like this unless…No. Don’t go there. Don’t even think about it because this is just lust. Just… them.
“I want it.” The words tumble out of me like a confession. “God, I want it so much.”
Mason’s smile is sinful. “Then let’s start with which one of us kisses better.”
Before I can breathe, Dylan turns my face toward him. His mouth crashes into mine, and everything inside me ignites. His kiss is greedy, consuming, like he’s been starving and I’m thefirst taste of sustenance. His tongue strokes mine, and the world spins. One hand pushes into my hair, gripping just enough to send a shiver skittering down my spine.
A helpless sound escapes me. I lean into him, unable to fight the pull. He growls low against my mouth as though he senses how fast I’m falling.
Then fingers wrap around my chin, and I’m redirected. Mason claims my lips, and the contrast wrecks me. His kiss is slower, deeper, a devastating tease that pulls me apart one heartbeat at a time. He kisses like he wants to memorize every reaction, every flutter, every shaky breath.
It’s intimate. I’m drowning.
He pulls back, giving me half a second to breathe.
I fail.
“Well?” Dylan asks. “Verdict?”
My lips tremble. I taste them both and feel them everywhere.
“I can’t tell. I need more data.” I grin at them.
Their answering smirks are wicked. Victory. Hunger. Possession.
Then there are hands everywhere, threading into my hair, sliding down my spine, warm palms curling around my thighs to pull me closer. My body arches without permission, desperate for more contact.
The heat between my legs pulses, sharp and insistent, like a spark trying to become a wildfire. My mind screams,Danger, slow down, run!But my body is already theirs. It leans, reaches, begs.
Maybe this is just arousal. A perfect storm of wrong decisions and alcohol and hormones.
It has to be, because if it isn’t… If I’m reacting like this because something deeper recognizes them, then I’m in trouble.
Mason’s hand curves over my breast, and my breath shatters. I cry out, the sound ripped from somewhere deep andunguarded. Dylan’s fingers stroke the back of my neck, and my whole body shivers, heat spiraling tightly inside me until all I can do is cling to both of them like I’ll fly apart if I let go.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly. And no matter how many alarms go off inside my head, I already know I’m past the point of safety.
I’m falling.
Fast.
And I’m not sure I want to stop.
“Are you close to heat?” Dylan asks, concern threading through the dark amber in his voice. “Because you’re responding like?—”
“I doubt it,” I gasp. My pulse scrambles. My thoughts scatter. “I just… I need…”
Mason’s thumb circles my nipple through my top again, slow and teasing, and the sensation detonates heat low in my body. I choke on a breath.
“What do you need, beautiful?” he asks, voice low enough to vibrate through me.
