“You.” My voice breaks. “Both of you. Please.”
There’s a flash in Dylan’s eyes, and then I’m lifted clean off the counter. My legs wrap around his waist without thought, my hands clutching at his solid shoulders. I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in. Honey and campfire. I’m buzzing, grinding against him, needy.
“Where are we going?” I whisper against his skin, tasting salt as I lick his neck.
“Upstairs,” Mason answers, already close, as if he refuses to give me even an inch of space. “There’s a nest room. Huge bed. Perfect for you.”
“Perfect forus” hangs unspoken in the air, and my stomach tightens.
Dylan carries me up the wide, curving staircase, and I cling to him, every step jostling heat deeper through me. The hallway is lined with art I barely see, my vision swimming. My body feels too hot, too aware, alive in a way that makes logic impossible.
The door swings open.
An enormous bed. Dim, soft light. Pillows everywhere. A room meant for comfort, for surrender.
But I don’t care about the view, the luxury, anything.
Because I finally feel… right, like I’ve been moving toward this moment whether I admitted it or not.
Dylan lays me on the bed, gentle but purposeful, and both of them hover above me. The air shifts. Charged. Worshipful. Their eyes devour me, and it sends a shiver racing through my whole body.
“Show me,” I breathe, pulling both of them closer. My voice shakes from more than desire. “Show me what it’s like to be with two Alphas…”
Mason settles beside me, palm warm against my cheek, eyes drinking me in like I’m something holy.
“We’ve got you, Anita,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You have no idea how good we’re going to make you feel.”
The promise sinks deep. Too deep.
Dylan’s mouth finds my neck. Heat blooms under his lips, spreading. My back arches helplessly, traitorously. Every nerve tunes in to them.
That flush returns, hotter, pulsing, rolling through me in waves. My vision blurs at the edges. My thighs press together instinctively, desperate.
“Please,” I gasp. “I need… I need…”
“We know,” Dylan whispers against my skin. His words curl inside me. “We’ve got you. Breathe. Let us take care of you.”
Mason’s hand glides down my side, slow and certain, and my whole body lifts toward him. His forehead touches mine, thecontact strangely grounding even as I unravel. “You’re shaking,” Mason says softly. His thumb strokes my lower lip, steadying me. “You feel incredible. So responsive. So sweet for us.”
His praise hits hard, and my breath catches. A sound slips from me before I can bite it back.
Dylan trails his hand along my thigh, and heat surges there, sharp and aching. He presses his mouth to my shoulder, teeth grazing skin just enough to make my head tip back.
This is dangerous. Every cell in my body knows it.
Two Alphas. No safety net. This could change everything.
Break everything.
But right now, under their hands, their mouths, their scents… I am on fire.
Their bodies surround me, heat and muscle and intent. I feel worshipped.
Wanted.
Chosen.
Mason kisses the corner of my mouth, gentle but hungry beneath it. “You don’t have to hold back,” he whispers. “Not with us.”
