I whimper something incoherent, the pressure coiling hard and fast in my core. It's too much and not enough all at once. Kayden groans against me, the vibrations rolling through my bones. His fingers curl just right. Asher tightens the grip one last time.
Everything breaks.
My release slams into me like wildfire, body shuddering, mouth open in a silent scream I can't even give voice to until Asher loosens his grip again and the cry rips out of me—raw, trembling, full of something ancient and true.
I collapse onto the bed, boneless, breathless, completely undone.
Kayden is still kneeling, looking up with a hungry, satisfied smirk, his lips and chin glistening with proof. Asher holds me, his hand now gently stroking my throat as he places a tender kiss to my temple.
"I've got you," he whispers.
They give me space to breathe.
Asher's arms stay on me, grounding. Kayden's hands move lazily along my thighs, touch light. But I know it's not over. I can feel it. In the steady tension beneath Asher's skin, in the hunger sharp behind Kayden's smirk. A promise still hangs in the air. A promise of something dark and pleasurable.
Asher shifts behind me, his voice a steady command. "On your knees, Sage."
I obey without thought, my body already attuned to his voice. Limbs still trembling, breath ragged. Asher rises, calm and precise, undoes the waistband of his pants, and lets them fall in a smooth, controlled motion. His body is pure discipline, every muscle defined and forged with purpose. The only thing he still wears is his dog tags, and gods, they make him look like the fantasy of every war-born commander's dark side. A man who gives orders in battle and in bed.
And then there's his cock, thick, hard, and commanding, just like the man.
Asher settles against the headboard, spreading his legs and crooking a finger. "Come here. Backwards."
I crawl, flushed and bare, my skin buzzing from release, my mind beginning to fall apart again in anticipation. When I reach him, his hands settle on my hips, firm and sure, guiding me into place as I straddle him, my back to his chest.
Reverse.
He doesn't push inside me yet, but I feel the heat and weight of him resting against my entrance, the tension curling in low, sharp spirals. It's maddening.
"You're going to ride me like this," Asher murmurs, voice low and certain, like the order's already been fulfilled in his mind. "I want to feel every part of you. And I want you to feel every inch of me."
My breath hitches, and I nod, silent, already unraveling again.
Kayden strips beside the bed, and when he steps forward, I forget how to breathe or think coherently. He's all dangerous grace—lean, cut, wild. If Asher is command, Kayden is chaos. A predator with no leash, no chain. Something you run from and secretly want to be caught by.
Something that devours.
His cock is as thick and impressive as his brother's, already glistening, the head flushed. My eyes linger, and without thinking, I wet my lips.
That makes him grin. A dark, feral grin.
"Fuck," Kayden growls, stepping up onto the bed, the muscles of his torso flexing as he moves, all heat and hunger. "You're going to look so fucking good with both of us inside you." He smirks, dark and dangerous. "Are you ready to see how far we can push that third thing?"
From where I'm straddling Asher, Kayden's cock is right at eye level when he leans in. It hovers close enough to make my mouth water.
I nod.
And then I open my mouth.
Because gods help me, I want this.
I shouldn't. I know that. I shouldn't want either of them. I shouldn't crave the sharp edge of control and surrender, the bruising passion of this moment.
But I do. I want both of them.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Kayden breathes, moving closer, his voice breaking at the edge of control.
Asher's grip tightens on my hips, anchoring me. "Lower yourself. Now."
