As soon as he pulls away, I flick my gaze to Ethan. He’s watching us, standing perfectly still, but his eyes swarm with hope and a desperate type of yearning.
I can practically feel his wolf close to the surface. His body is coiled with an energy I can’t explain, a quiet force that pulls at me, propels me closer.
I take a breath, step towards him, and for the first time, press my lips to his.
Ethan’s kiss is nothing like Grayson’s gentle one. It’s fierce, urgent, like he’s been holding himself back for far too long. Yet despite the desperation of his kiss, I sense something softer, something buried beneath all that raw intensity.
When I pull away, I can’t meet either of their eyes. I want to—no, I need to—but the weight of everything has me in knots.
I can’t believe I just kissed them in front of each other.
What was I thinking?
Even as doubts plague me, I find that I don’t care. They’re mine. Both of them. I don’t know when I’ve come to that conclusion or if it’s always been inevitable and I just wasn’t paying attention.
Grayson hasn’t moved from where he’s standing, his jaw tight, and I know he’s processing everything. And Ethan… Ethan is watching me with an expression I can’t read, his wolf restless, a flash of something wild and unfettered flickering in his gaze.
They turn towards each other, and their eyes lock for a brief moment, tension crackling and sparking. The air is heavy, thick with unanswered questions.
An entire silent conversation occurs between the two men before they turn towards me, and the confusion in their gazes quickly transforms into hunger. Desperation. A wanton sort of need.
Heat rushes through me, and my nipples pebble instantly.
They both stalk forward like men possessed, Grayson at my back and Ethan at my front. The latter claims my lips once more, the kiss hungry and possessive. A second pair of lips trails up and down my neck.
I moan and instinctively tilt my head to the side, granting Grayson better access. This new position also deepens my kiss with Ethan. His tongue prods at the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and I open eagerly.
Grayson’s hands reach underneath my shirt and brush against my sides. Goose bumps pepper my skin—the heat of his touch a startling contrast to the cold air.
“Is this okay?” he rasps in my ear.
I pull away from Ethan’s kiss just enough to say, “Yes.”
My voice sounds thin and reedy, even to my own ears. I can barely suck in a full breath.
Grayson tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Ethan’s gaze immediately dips to my breasts encased in pretty black lace.
He swallows, his eyes hooded. “Fuck me.”
“Isn’t she fucking perfection?” Grayson asks as he nibbles on my earlobe.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Izzy,” Ethan says, his tone almost reverent. He swallows again and reaches for my breast, pausing with his hand a few inches away. Hesitation etches itself across his face. “May I?”
“Touch me, Ethan.” I twist my head to meet Grayson’s piercing blue eyes. “Both of you.”
As if that was all the permission he needed, Grayson eagerly claims my lips once more, his hands roaming my body. Ethan cups my breast with one hand while the other traces patterns up my bare side.
“I never knew what I was missing until you came into my life,” Ethan confesses as he pushes the cup of my bra down.
His fingers immediately tweak my nipple, and I moan, wrenching my mouth away from Grayson’s.
“You were this…breath of fresh air, as cliché as that sounds. But it’s the truth. For so long, I struggled to even get through the day. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough. But then you came along, and I suddenly had the air I needed to breathe. I didn’t need anything else. Only you, Izzy. Only ever you. I’m fucking addicted to you.”
His words cause unexpected tears to prick my eyes.
“Ethan…” I whisper, my toes and fingers curling simultaneously.
My sweet twin lowers his head to my aching breast and captures my nipple, sucking deeply. When his teeth graze the sensitive nub, I buck my hips, searching for friction that doesn’t yet exist.
