I’m dying. Tears are streaming down my face from laughing.
Then suddenly they’re on either side of me, crowding onto the couch. I shuffle over automatically to make room, and they press in close, their naked bodies warm and solid against me.
Their mouths descend on me simultaneously.
Kane kisses me first, and it’s not gentle. His lips are demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing whatever breath I have left. Then Noel’s mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking, and my head spins.
I’m drowning in them. In their scents mixing together and filling my lungs. In the heat of their skin pressed against mine. In the way they’re touching me everywhere at once.
I’m kissing them both, turning my head to catch Noel’s mouth while Kane’s lips trail fire down my throat to my collarbone, then switching back to kiss Kane while Noel sucks a mark into my shoulder.
The blanket is yanked away and tossed somewhere, and their sock-covered erections are pressing against my thighs as they crowd closer.
I’m giggling breathlessly but also gasping because their hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my waist, sliding under my tank top.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” Kane murmurs against my pulse point, and I whimper.
“Been thinking about this all night,” Noel adds, his hand cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my tank top, and I arch into his touch, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
Their voices are wrapping around me, low and dark and full of promise, and I’m losing the ability to think coherently. Before I fully process what’s happening, they’re pulling my tank top up. I lift my arms automatically, and it’s gone, tossed behind the couch.
I’m bare from the waist up, and for a second, I’m self-conscious, but then both their mouths descend on my breasts, and conscious thought evaporates.
Kane takes my left breast, his mouth hot and wet and perfect. His tongue swirls around my nipple before he sucks itbetween his lips, and the sensation shoots straight to my core. Noel mirrors him on my right breast, and having both of them sucking and licking and worshipping me simultaneously leaves me crying out.
My hands thread through their hair, holding them to me, and I’m arching into their mouths shamelessly.
My body is humming. Every nerve ending is alive and singing. That deep ache from before is consuming me now. It settles deep between my thighs, pulsing and demanding attention. It’s only when the Alphas touch me that it eases even slightly, and right now it’s screaming for more. I can’t think about anything except them. Their mouths. Their hands. Their bodies pressed against mine.
“I love how you both feel against me,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice, which is wrecked and needy.
They release my breasts but only to kiss every inch of skin they can reach, working their way across my chest, up my throat, along my collarbones.
“Do you have any idea how smitten we are with you?” Noel asks against my sternum, his voice rough.
“Completely obsessed,” Kane agrees, kissing up to my jaw. “Can’t think straight when you’re around.”
Then Noel’s hand is sliding into the elastic of my panties from one side, and Kane’s hand joins from the other.
They’re both kissing me again as they work my panties down together. I’m so needy right now I could scream. So hungry for their touch that I’m trembling. My body is pleading for them, demanding relief from this ache, and I know exactly where this is heading, but I can’t make myself stop it.
Don’t want to stop it.
They need me, sure. But I need them a hundred times more right now. Need their hands on me, their mouths on me, their anything on me before I combust.
They pull my panties off completely. As they kiss me breathless, they gently spread my legs.
They remain sitting on either side of me on the couch, and their hands trail down my body simultaneously. Kane’s fingers find my clit, while Noel’s fingers explore lower, circling my entrance teasingly. And I’m arching into them, moaning.
“So wet already,” Noel murmurs appreciatively against my lips.
“Soaking for us,” Kane adds, increasing the pressure on my clit slightly.
I’m writhing between them, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything. Noel pushes two fingers inside me, and I nearly come off the couch. The stretch is perfect, and I’m gasping into Kane’s mouth as he swallows my sounds.
My orgasm builds fast and unexpectedly, cresting like a wave, and when it crashes over me, I’m crying out their names, my body clenching hard around Noel’s fingers, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Kane says, sounding awed.
