My eyes water, tears spilling as the intensity crests. My fingers claw at the sheets, not from pain, but from overload. Theache, the fullness, the way their dominance wraps around me like a vise.
With one final shudder and a ragged breath, Kayden comes, hot and thick, spilling down my throat with a strangled growl. His body jerks, trembling as he pulls out, slick and spent, his cock glistening.
"Fuck me," he mutters, breathless.
Asher's been patient, but now he takes over.
His hands grip my hips hard, controlling the rhythm, thrusting up into me with precision.
Kayden's hand reaches out, gripping my throat. Not tight, but enough to remind me who's in control. His hold steadies me against his brother's movements and helps to deepen them.
"That's it," Kayden growls in my ear, his voice feral. "Bounce on my brother's cock until he fills you up. Show him how much you need it."
It breaks me.
The words, the weight of their gazes, the raw force of everything that's happened tonight—it breaks me in the best way.
My body unravels, a white-hot orgasm crashing through me like lightning. I cry out, choked and breathless, as I clench around Asher, muscles spasming in wild surrender.
Asher groans, deep and dark, and slams into me one last time, burying himself fully. He lets go with a guttural grunt, his release pulsing inside me.
His mouth finds my shoulder and bites down. Not a vampiric bite, just teeth, primal and claiming, as if branding the moment into my flesh.
Then he slumps back against the headboard, pulling me with him, still sheathed inside. His arms lock around my waist, steady and protective.
Kayden steps back from the bed, his gaze never leaving me.
"Well," he says, voice light with teasing, "I'd say that was time well spent."
But the look in his eyes isn't teasing. It's deeper. Like he knows we've crossed a threshold.
Because we have.
Asher's fingers trace lazily over mine. His voice is quiet, close to my ear. "Sorry about the bruises. I lost control for a moment. I don't know how fast you heal."
"I'm not sorry," Kayden cuts in before I can answer. "I like seeingourmarks on you. Evidence of what happened. Proof of who you belong to."
I meet their gazes, soft and wrecked.
"I'm not sorry either," I whisper.
And I mean it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Asher
I expect awkwardness.
Maybe even regret.
Not from myself. And not from Kayden. He never regrets pleasure. But her.
Sage.
She'd just woken from a nightmare. She was vulnerable. Fragile. And still, I touched her. Took her. Claimed her—wedid. The need had been boiling in me for days, slow and constant like a pulse under the skin. But I held back, steady, until she gave me the green light. Until she said she wanted to forget.
And I gave her exactly that. I don't regret it. Not for a second.
