Page 23 of Bite for Sore Eyes

Before she could say another word, they moved. It wasn't a hesitant, awkward convergence. It was a synchronized, natural claiming. Rath's lips found the sensitive column of her neck, his mouth hot and insistent as he kissed a path downward. At the same instant, Torren captured her mouth with his, the kiss deep and searching. She gasped into Torren's mouth, her hands flying up—one to clutch at Rath's shoulder, the other to fist in Torren's dark hair. The dual assault on her senses was overwhelming. But Torren's hand settled on her waist, possessive and steadying, while Rath's palm slid to her hip, his fingers sure and grounding.

Her blouse soon became a frustrating barrier between them. Rath tugged at the hem, pulling it upward, and Torren broke their kiss to help him strip it over her head. Then Torren's fingers found the clasp of her bra at her back and undid it masterfully, and Rath eased the straps down her arms, baring her to the firelight. They both stilled for a moment, their heated gazes roaming over her, and the admiration in their eyes wasn't just lust; it was reverence.

Then Torren's hands went to the button of her jeans, popping it open and drawing the zipper down, and pulled the denim and her panties off in a single, efficient movement. Then she was completely bare, sprawled on the cushions between them, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. But the look in their eyes wasn't one of assessment—it was of recognition.

They glanced at each other again, some unspoken agreement passing between them, and then Rath lowered his mouth to one breast, his tongue circling her tight peak before drawing it deep into the heat of his mouth. Torren mirrored him on the other side, lavishing her other breast, his sucking slightly softer and more teasing. The dual sensation was unbelievable—a sharp, sweet pleasure that arrowed straight to her core, making her cry out and her head fall back against the couch.

But they didn't stop there. As Torren continued his tender assault on her breast, Rath kissed down the plane of her stomach and slid off the couch to his knees on the thick rug, positioning himself between her thighs. She knew his intention, and her body clenched in anticipation. Torren moved slightly as he switched his attention to the breast Rath had abandoned, his hand coming up to cup and knead the other.

Then Rath's mouth was on her, and the world exploded into sensation. His tongue was relentless, tracing her sensitive folds before finding her clit and circling it with exquisite precision. Torren's mouth was at her neck now, sucking a mark that would surely stay, his hand still working her breast. The pleasure was too much, a tidal wave building too fast. She moaned loudly as her hips lifted off the cushion, seeking more of Rath's devastating mouth.

"I can't… I'm going to…" she panted.

Torren reclaimed her mouth, kissing her deeply as Rath slid two fingers inside her, curling them just so. The combined stimulation finally pushed her over the edge and her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, wracking her body with convulsions. She cried out against Torren's lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the waves crashed over her, relentless and perfect. But they didn't stop until she was limp and spent, gasping for air.

She weakly pushed at Rath's shoulders, and he withdrew his hand, pressing a final kiss to her inner thigh before leaning back on his heels.

"That was… intense," she breathed as the aftershocks rippled through her body. "I don't think I can take much more."

Torren pulled back, his own breathing ragged. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

Lana laughed, the sound breathless and triumphant. "Well, no. Just give me a minute."

Rath chuckled, the rich sound vibrating through her. "Alright. But only until we get undressed."

She watched through half-lidded eyes as the two Alphas rose, the firelight painting their powerful bodies in flickering gold, and they undressed with a deliberate, almost ritualistic grace that stole her breath. Rath's henley went first, pulled over his head to reveal the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, and she openly stared with appreciation.

How is this my life? How did I land not one, but two of these?

Torren followed, his movements more fluid, but his own chest was just as magnificent, the muscles speaking of a different kind of strength—enduring, resilient, built for steady support. She drank them both in and the heat in her core, which had only just begun to cool, flared back to life with renewed insistence. Then in unison, they dispensed with the rest. Jeans and boxers were pushed down and kicked aside, and there they were, both fully, magnificently aroused, their cocks thick and heavy and straining toward her. The visual was staggering, a dual claim of desire so potent that her own body answered with a fresh rush of damp heat between her thighs.

Driven by a primal need that overrode any lingering shyness, she pushed herself up from the couch, her legs steadier than she expected. Then she turned and walked toward the large four-poster bed, the cool sheets a whisper against her bare skin as she climbed onto the center of the mattress.

She didn't look back; she felt their presence as they followed and took up positions on either side of the bed, two towering sentinels waiting for her command.

The analytical part of her brain, the part that always sought the pattern, tried to engage.

Logistics. Sequence. Fairness.

But she silenced it as Torren's earlier words floated back: Just trust yourself.

She lay back against the pillows, looking from one intense face to the other. "I want you both equally," she said, her voice low but clear in the quiet room. "Just remember that. Always."

They both gave a single nod as their eyes met, and the trust that passed between them was a tangible thing.

"Rath, I want you on top of me. I want to feel you inside me."

His green eyes darkened, but he didn't move until he glanced at Torren. Torren's expression wasn't hurt; it was patient, understanding, with a hint of anticipation as he gave the slightest incline of his head.

Before Rath could climb over her, Lana turned her head toward Torren. "Come here," she said, patting the space on the pillow beside her head. "Kneel here."

A slow smile spread across Torren's face as he grasped her meaning, and he moved with that fluid grace, settling on his knees at the head of the bed with his hard cock now level with her face. Her hand found Torren first, wrapping around his heated flesh, stroking him slowly as she felt Rath settle his weight over her. Then the broad, blunt head of Rath's cock pressed against her entrance. She was so ready, so wet, that he slid in with one smooth push that stole the air from her lungs.

"Rath," she gasped, her head falling back, and her hand tightening on Torren.

The stretch was exquisite, a full, claiming pressure that drove every coherent thought from her mind. Then Rath began to move, a slow withdrawal followed by an even deeper thrust, and her world narrowed to sensation. The glide of him inside her, the friction, and the building coil of pleasure.

But her focus soon split. Her hips rose to meet Rath's rhythm while her hand worked Torren in time with those thrusts. Then, guided by pure instinct, she turned her head and took Torren's cock into her mouth as Rath continued driving into her.