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Do I want this?
My brain shouts categorically yes.
But this isn’t quid pro quo. I can’t justify this, can’t usurp the cognitive dissonance with the same reason as my night with Axe.
I’m not doing this for Gael.
I’m doing it for me, to stop thinking about Gael.
And that’s…
“It’s up to you, Dove. We can fall asleep,” Dash whispers against my hair. “Or we can show you a night of euphoric agony like you’ve never known.”
My breath catches.
The heirs wait for my answer.
“OK.” It’s hardly more than a whimper.
Bastian chuckles behind me, and Dash backs away to look me in the eyes. “I don’t believe you, Dove.”
I wouldn’t believe me either.
And honestly, I don’t know if I really want this.
But I know I want to feel… better.
And Gael…
He never has to know.
I look up at Dashel’s perfect face and run my fingers through his soft waves, finally doing what I’ve wanted since the first time I saw him.
He leans into my touch, and I say what I’ve wanted to since the first time the three of us shared a bed. “I want you both. I want you both to make me come so hard I can’t think or speak or move, and then I want to fall asleep between you both, sated and happy and numb, even if it’s just for tonight.”
They’re hard as steel against me.
Dashel sighs, a pained expression in his topaz gaze. “Axe is going to?—”
“Fuck Axe. He’s not here. He’s never here.”
“I was going to say, Axe is going to kill us, but I don’t care.”
I pull at Dash’s shirt, and it’s all the encouragement he needs.
Bastian pulls away quickly, and rises on his knees, picking me up so I’m on my knees too.
He pulls me backward, so my back is against his chest, and as I wrap my arms around his neck, his massive hands slide down my body.
Down my sides, my hips, to my thighs and back again.
“Fucking hells, Dove. How do you feel so godsdamn good?” He rumbles the question against my ear, and all the blood in my body rushes to my clit.
Dashel already has his shirt off, and I’m enjoying the view of his carved chest as he clearly enjoys watching Bastian touch me.
Every time Bash’s hands glide back up my body, my shirt raises that much more. And every time he slides down, my loose-fit pants slide down my hips.
The more skin he exposes, the more electric his touch becomes.
