Then—
The bark digs into my palms as they shove me up against the tree, the moss-damp trunk cool against my front, a shocking contrast to the heat rising between my legs. The woods are quiet except for the rustle of breath, the shiver of wind, and the deep, low growls of want behind me.
"I caught you," Asher says again, voice sharper now. "And that means I get to go first."
Before I can say a word, my skirt is yanked up again and bunched around my hips. He pulls down my leggings along with my panties, leaving me bare before him. Cold air ghosts over myskin, but it doesn't last. His body presses behind me, hard and ready.
Kayden steps in close too, his hand gripping my jaw to turn my face just enough. "You're flushed already," he murmurs, eyes devouring me. "But that's nothing compared to what's coming."
There's the sound of a cap snapping open. Asher lubes his fingers again. I arch my back instinctively, spreading for him, offering my ass. The lube is cold, but his fingers are efficient. He knows this path now. My body remembers him and that insistent, impossible stretch. That burn.
"That's it," he says, low and approving as I push back against him. "You're ready."
The head of his cock replaces his fingers, hot and slick, already pressing. My breath catches on impact—he's not teasing this time. He slides in slow but firm, holding my hips steady as he breaches my back entrance again.
"Oh… fuck," I gasp, forehead pressed to the bark, body stretching around him.
"You can take it. You did it before, and you will in the future," he grits out behind me, thrusting deeper until I feel the full length of him seated tight inside me.
My knees nearly buckle, but he holds me steady, one hand gripping my hip, the other sliding up my back, pinning me in place. His pace is slow at first, allowing me to adjust. Then it gradually grows relentless, thrusts deep and punishing, angled to claim, not coax.
Kayden watches from the side, one hand stroking himself slowly, his eyes black with want. "She's so loud when you fuck her ass like that," he growls.
I don't care. I can't care. All I can do is hold on, take it, cry out with each thrust as Asher drives into me like the forest itself might burn down if he stops.
My hands claw the bark. My body melts and tightens in waves, the cold forgotten. I'm fire caught between two predators, and I never want to be free.
Asher's hand moves between my thighs, fingers deliberate, knowing. Not just touching, but understanding the way I'm unraveling. It's maddening, how focused he is. How even after everything, he holds the reins.
Each time his fingers slide over my clit, I jolt, already too sensitive, so close to that edge again.
"Hold still," he murmurs, voice calm, low, cutting through the wind like it obeys him too.
I try. Gods, I try.
But his cock is buried in me, thick and hard, stretching me wide. Every breath draws in that burn, that delicious stretch that I should be used to by now but still makes me ache. It's too much. It's not enough.
And then he does it—just the right pressure, just the right rhythm—and the world buckles. I cry out, a helpless sound, clawing at the bark, my body pulsing around him in desperate waves.
Asher groans softly, one hand gripping my hip as I come, the other still moving over me, drawing every last tremor out of my limbs.
Then his control cracks.
He thrusts once. Twice. Deep and grinding, the tension in his body coiled to its breaking point. His breath stills, and then his release hits him. I feel it. Every shudder, every tremor, every low grunt against my ear as he buries himself inside me.
It makes me moan again, softer this time.
He stays there, chest against my back, breath hot in the crook of my neck. Then, carefully, slowly, he eases out of me. I gasp at the shift, the sudden emptiness, the wet slide of him leaving my body.
"Still with us?" he asks, brushing my spine with his palm.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
I feel wrecked, but something primal still lingers in the air, like the hunt isn't over. And I can feel it—the other presence.
Kayden is watching. Waiting for his turn.
I'm still catching my breath, knees trembling, hands braced on the tree bark slick with mist and sweat, when I feel Kayden step behind me.
