Page 96 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“Yes,” I sob out. His honey scent is everywhere, thick and golden and intoxicating, and I am drowning in it.

Behind me, Cole is pounding my asshole with his cock.

He had pushed inside me there minutes ago, slow and patient, working me open with his fingers first until I was panting and begging for more. Now he is fucking me in counter-time to August, dragging his cock against his brother’s through the thin wall between my openings. Every thrust grinds us all together. I can feel the ridge of Cole’s cock through the membrane, pressing against August’s thickness inside my pussy, and the sensation is so intense that I am seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

“You’re taking both of us so beautifully,” Cole murmurs against the nape of my neck. His hand slides under my hip, lifting me slightly, and the new angle makes me cry out. “Your tight little asshole needed my dick to fill it.”

“Yes,” I gasp, gripping August’s upper arm as he pounds into me. I am pinned between them, filled by them, owned by them in this moment.

“You were moaning my name in your sleep ten minutes ago,” Cole breathes against my skin. I can feel his smile, wicked and pleased, against my shoulder blade. “I heard you. Couldn’t stop myself from putting my hand on you. And now look at you. Look how you’re loving it.”

I am sobbing soft helpless sounds into the pillow, my body moving between them without my conscious direction, seeking more, seeking deeper. The drag of both of them inside me at the same time is making my vision blur at the edges. August’s cock fills my pussy, stretching me until I am gasping around the fullness. Cole’s cock stretches my tight asshole until I am gasping around that too.

August’s thumb finds my clit between our bodies. He circles it in slow, tight circles, pressing just hard enough to make my thighs shake. I am trembling everywhere, my muscles gone liquid and tight at once, my breath coming in high broken sounds that I cannot control.

“You’re going to come for us right now,” August growls against my ear. His voice is dark, commanding, the same voice that reads poetry and whispers filth with equal conviction. “I can feel you tightening already. You had better come hard, Lia. Ezra and Julian are downstairs, and I want them to hear what you sound like when two of your alphas are inside you at once.”

The thought of them hearing me getting fucked pushes me over the edge.

I orgasm with a long, high cry that fills the room, that tears out of my throat without my permission, my body clenching tight around both of their cocks at once.

My pussy spasms around August. My asshole grips Cole.

My thighs tremble violently, my fingers clawing at August’s muscular arm, and I am coming so hard that I cannot do anything but feel it.

August roars against my shoulder. His knot catches deep inside my cunt, swelling fast, locking him inside me. At the same instant, I feel Cole’s knot catch deep inside my ass, stretching me wider, locking him there too. Both alphas come in long, heavy pulses, filling me with heat, their cocks pulsing against each other through my walls.

We collapse together into the tangled sheets.

August’s weight is half on me, half braced on his elbow, his face buried in my neck. He kisses my face all over, soft, reverent presses of his lips that contrast sharply with the way he had just taken me. Cole has his face pressed against the back of my neck, breathing me in, his mouth moving slowly against my skin in long kisses.

Both of them are still buried deep inside me, locked there by their knots, their breathing hard and ragged against my body. I can feel their heartbeats.

We stay like that for the next hour.

I drift in and out of a warm, hazy doze, sandwiched between them, my body so thoroughly used that I cannot summon the energy to move. The morning light grows brighter through the windows, gold and clean, and I let myself simply be held.

Very faintly, through the closed bedroom door, I can hear Ezra and Julian moving around in the kitchen downstairs. Julian is laughing at something, that warm, easy sound that always makes my stomach flip. Ezra is on a phone call in his low, controlled voice, saying something about market projections that I cannot quite make out.

The smell of bacon and coffee is starting to drift up the stairwell of the penthouse, and my stomach growls.

Eventually their knots slowly ease down.

Cole pulls out of my ass first, very slowly, his hand spread wide on my hip, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder as he withdraws. The loss of him makes me whimper despite how sensitive I am, how thoroughly used. He hums against my skin, a low sound of comfort, and stays close, his chest warm against my back. “You did so good, baby.”

August pulls out of my pussy a few minutes later.

Both of them lie on either side of me on the bed, their bodies still curled toward mine. August runs his hand slowly up and down my arm, tracing patterns on my skin that make me shiver. Cole has his face pressed against my hair and is breathing me in, his black tea scent mingling with August’s honey until I am dizzy with it.

“I want to live in this bed for the rest of my life.”

Cole laughs softly against my hair, the vibration tickling my scalp.

“You can,” he rumbles. “We will bring you everything you need. Food. Water. Books. We will never let you leave.”

“At least stay naked if you do that,” August says, grinning with a dark, lustful look in his eyes. “I want to be able to look at you whenever I want.”

I roll onto my back between them, wincing slightly at the ache between my hips. The ceiling overhead is high and white and clean, and my chest is so full of love.