“Gorgeous,” Finn says close to my ear.
The dual attention makes me whimper. I rock harder, faster, feeling the tension building low in my belly. Everything is so intense, so real, the heat, the scents, the hardness pressing against my core, the way my body responds to their touches.
My hands brace his chest, fingers digging into firm muscle. I can feel a heartbeat beneath my palm, racing as fast as my own, the skin hot to the touch.
“That’s it, my little omega,” Gabe encourages, his hands gripping my hips now, guiding my movements.
The term of endearment pushes me closer to the edge. I’ve never felt this wanted, this needed, this safe and wild all at once.
I grind down harder against my alpha’s impressive erection and cry out as pleasure crashes through me, making me tremble and shake.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Gabe murmurs, and I feel gentle kisses on my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone.
I slowly blink my eyes open, expecting the hazy edges of dreamscape to fade into my bedroom ceiling. Instead, I find myself staring directly into Gabe’s very real, very awake green eyes, pupils blown with desire.
Wait.
This isn’t my bed.
This isn’t my room.
And that very certainly wasn’t a dream.
My brain catches up to reality in fragments. I’m straddling Gabe, actual, real-life Gabe. Finn is beside us, his hand resting on my arm. And I’ve just had a very real, very loud orgasm grinding against his boyfriend.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, mortified. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
I scramble backward so fast I nearly tumble off the bed, barely caught by Gabe’s quick reflexes.
“Easy,” he says gently, steadying me with a hand on my waist. “You’re okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” I apologise, my face burning hot. “I don’t know what happened. My suppressants have been failing, and I must have been sleepwalking or something. I would never just… I mean…”
Words fail me completely.
How do you apologize for climbing into someone’s bed and using them as a human sex toy without permission?
There’s no Hallmark card for that.
“Melody,” Gabe says, his voice maddeningly calm given the circumstances. “Breathe.”
I suck in a desperate breath. My eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but at the two men I’ve clearly just assaulted. The bedroom they chose is large, sparsely decorated, but cozy, with thick curtains and a plush rug. A far corner of my brain notes that the sheets are far nicer than mine, and this was supposed to be the room for my aunt and uncle.
“I’m so sorry. I assaulted you in your sleep,” I say, the words sounding even more horrifying than they did in my head.
Gabe makes a sound that’s almost a laugh. “Trust me, that was not assault. It was just as good for me. I’m sure for Finn too.”
I look to Finn, who nods with a smile that’s both reassuring and heated.
“I climbed into your bed without permission and… and…”
“And we welcomed you,” Finn finishes. “Very enthusiastically, in case you didn’t notice. The way Gabe was holding your hips? Not exactly the actions of an unwilling participant.”
Neither looks upset. In fact, Gabe looks positively happy, and Finn’s eyes are bright with excitement, with a flush on his cheeks.
“I don’t even remember coming in here,” I say, confused. “The last thing I remember is running back to my room after…”
I trail off as last night’s memory comes back. Them on the couch. Finn on his knees. Gabe looking directly at me while…
