I canfeelboth Cliff and Raff watching me, tracking the shift of my hips as I walk and the way my shorts ride up with every step. I've never been particularly self-conscious about my body, but I've also never had two alphas watch me cross a room like I’m prey.
I don't hate it.
In fact, I feel more desired than I have in my entire life.
The mattress dips under my weight, the sheets impossibly soft against my bare legs. I settle into the center of the bed and turn to face them, pulling my knees up slightly, and every thought falls out of my head.
They’re both shirtless now, standing at the foot of the bed, and the sight of them together is almost too much to process.
Cliff is broad and powerful, his shoulders rolling into a chest that looks like it was carved from marble, his warm copper brown skin smooth over muscle with barely a mark on it, except for the healing graze on his bicep.
Raff is leaner but no less imposing, every inch of his chest and stomach covered in those dark swirling tattoos that shift and move as he breathes, his long arms hanging loose, and a pronounced bulge straining against the front of his pants.
Cliff's dark eyes find mine.
"What do you need, omega?" he asks.
My brain does something unhelpful and immediate, cycling through about seventeen possible interpretations of that question all at once. Water. Another blanket. Someone to tell me everything is going to be okay. A long, hard fuck that makes me forget my own name. All of the above. None of the above.
"Could you," I start, then stop. My cheeks go warm. "Would you kiss him again?" I ask, the words coming out smaller than I intended. "I guess—." I press my lips together. "I liked watching."
Raff's mouth curves into a slow, devastating smile. He looks at Cliff the way people look at each other when they'vebeen given exactly what they wanted and can't quite believe their luck.
Cliff doesn't smile. He looks at me for one long, steady moment with those dark eyes, and the heat in them is enough to make slick drip and my clit throb.
"Yes, ma’am," he says quietly. Then he turns, grabs Raff by the throat, and kisses him so hard Raff's head tips back from it.
I stop breathing entirely.
They're devastating together. There's no other word for it.
Two big, beautiful men kissing like they have all the time in the world and absolutely no intention of being gentle about it. Raff’s hand is fisted in Cliff’s hair and Cliff’s fingers pressed flat against Raff’s jaw.
Slick soaks through my shorts, and I press my thighs together.
Both alphas break apart slowly, and Raff turns to look at me first. His gray eyes are dark, and his mouth is wet.
"Come here, baby," he says softly.
My body moves, eager to obey.
Shifting onto my hands and knees, I crawl to them.
Raff's hands find my face the moment I'm close enough, and his fingers tilt my chin up. I move slowly, lifting up onto my knees as he stares deep into my eyes. Then he leans down and kisses me slowly, nothing like the way he just kissed Cliff.
His mouth moves against mine so softly it makes my chest ache, and I feel the day start to unspool in my shoulders. The apartment. Anton's voice. Angelica's cold blue eyes. My notebook hitting the floor. All of it loosening its grip on me one second at a time.
He pulls back and looks at my face.
"So sweet," he murmurs, and his warm breath fans over my face.
I duck my chin like an idiot, smiling at my own knees, suddenly unbearably shy for a woman who had this man's face between her thighs not twelve hours ago.
Raff makes a low sound in his chest that takes me a second to recognize as a laugh. "Look at her," he says, and I can hear the smile on his face without even looking up. "She's blushing."
"I can see that," Cliff says, and the mattress dips behind me as he climbs onto the bed.
His warmth settles at my back, his chest a wall of heat against my shoulder blades. His hands find my waist, sliding beneath the hem of my tank top and resting against the bare skin of my stomach, his palms warm and still.
