But Rook was already lifting me, his werewolf strength making it effortless. He carried me the few steps to the massive bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness. Zane followed, both men positioning themselves on either side of me.
For a moment, they just looked at me, sprawled across the dark comforter, my skin painted with glowing blue lines, hair fanned out across the pillows. The intensity of their gazes made me feel precious, worshipped.
"Are you sure?" Rook's amber eyes searched mine. "We can stop if…"
"Don't stop," I reached for both of them, pulling them down to me. "I need this. Need you both."
Rook claimed my mouth again while Zane's lips found the hollow of my throat, working his way down to my collarbone. When Rook finally released me, Zane was there, his tongue tracing one of the glowing patterns on my chest before his mouth closed around a nipple.
I cried out at the sensation, my back arching off the bed. Rook took advantage of my distraction, his large hands making quick work of my remaining clothes until I lay bare between them. The markings covering my body pulsed brighter, responding to my arousal.
"Gorgeous," Zane breathed against my skin. "Every inch of you."
Rook's hands skimmed down my sides, rough calluses catching on sensitive skin. When his fingers found the junction of my thighs, I was already slick with want. He groaned at the discovery.
"So ready for us," his voice was barely human now, the wolf close to the surface.
He slid one thick finger inside me, then two, stretching me carefully while Zane continued his assault on my breasts, switching between them with dedicated attention. The dual stimulation had me writhing beneath them, soft moans falling from my lips.
"Please," I gasped when Rook's fingers found that perfect spot inside me. "I need more."
"What do you need?" Zane lifted his head, his lips shiny with saliva. "Tell us."
"Both of you," the words tumbled out before I could think about whether it was physically possible. "Together. I want to feel you both."
The men exchanged a look over my body, some silent communication passing between them. Then Zane was stripping off his clothes while Rook did the same, revealing bodies I'd seen before but never tired of admiring.
Rook positioned himself behind me, pulling me up so I was sitting between his spread legs, my back against his chest. His erection pressed hot and hard against my lower back, pre-cum already slicking the tip.
Zane knelt between my spread thighs, his own arousal jutting proudly from his lean frame. His mismatched eyes were wild with desire as he took in the picture we made. Me spread open and ready, Rook's hands on my hips, both of us waiting for him.
"Are you sure about this?" Zane's hands came up to cup my face with infinite tenderness. "We've never…"
"I'm sure," I caught his hands, pressing them more firmly against my cheeks. "I trust you. Both of you."
With careful precision, Zane guided himself to my entrance while Rook lifted me slightly, adjusting the angle. When Zane pushed forward, filling me slowly, I cried out at the stretch, my head falling back against Rook's shoulder.
"Breathe," Rook murmured in my ear, his hands stroking my sides soothingly. "Let him in."
I did as he said, relaxing into the sensation as Zane worked himself deeper. When he was fully seated, all three of us paused, adjusting to the new position.
"Okay?" Zane's voice was strained with the effort of holding still.
"More than okay," I managed, experimentally rolling my hips. The motion sent sparks through my nerve endings, and both men groaned in response.
That's when Rook shifted behind me, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me from behind, seeking entrance alongside Zane. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but my body was relaxed and ready, slick with arousal.
"Easy," Zane breathed, his hands steadying my hips as Rook pushed forward inch by careful inch.
The sensation of being filled by both of them was indescribable. Every nerve ending was alive, singing with pleasure so intense it bordered on too much. The blue markings on my skin blazed like stars, casting the room in ethereal light.
When Rook was fully seated, all three of us were breathing hard, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the connection. I felt claimed, completed, loved beyond measure.
"Move," I gasped when the fullness became too much to bear. "Please."
They found a rhythm together, slowly at first, learning each other's movements, then building into something more coordinated and devastating. They alternated their thrusts in a pattern that left me breathless, one withdrawing as the other pressed deep, ensuring I was never empty, never without that perfect, overwhelming pressure and friction that made coherent thought impossible.
Rook's large, calloused hands roamed my body possessively, mapping every curve, every soft place, leaving trails of heat in their wake. His touch was both reverent and hungry, fingers digging into my hips, my thighs, sliding up to cup my breasts with a gentleness that contradicted the increasingly desperate pace of his movements.
