Chapter 48 Rose
Rose
Logan and Evander are the only two left.
They stood to hand Harlan some stuff before he left and now they stand next to the bed.
I can’t stop shaking. The idea that everything I went through—every ounce of freedom I fought for—can be stolen away just because one man decided I don’t deserve to choose my own fate?
It’s nauseating.
It’s infuriating.
It’s wrong.
I sit up, thinking of going to the living room to get something to drink.
To steady my nerves. But strong, muscled arms wrap around me, pulling me into a broad chest. The low purr rumbling against my cheek vibrates through bone and blood, soothing something primal.
A second touch follows—long fingers glittering with rings, sliding gently through my hair.
His purr joins the first, a harmonic thrum that makes my pulse trip and my knees weaken.
I tilt my head back—caught between the two faces I trust more than I want to admit. Alphas I’ve come to rely on after years of having no one.
I kiss Evander first—slow, soft, decadent.
His lips feel like pillows, lush and warm.
When I pull away, Logan’s already there, claiming my mouth with a kiss that’s hungrier—sharper—laced with command and care.
I barely have time to breathe before Evander presses in again.
Then Logan. Then Evander. Then both, mouths brushing, kissing me, kissing each other, tongues tangling between soft sighs and helpless groans.
A whine slips from my throat, high and aching. Logan growls in response, and Evander’s lips move to the hollow beneath my chin, then to my pulse. He starts soft—then flicks his tongue and sucks.
I melt.
“Let us prove how much we’re yours,” Logan whispers, voice like gravel dragged over velvet.
The words go straight to my cunt, tightening everything low and deep. My slick has already soaked through my panties.
I move back to the bed and rise to my knees, stripping slowly. Sweater. Pants. Left in nothing but lace and need. Their scents hit me full force—spice and sugar, sharp and sweet. Both of them are hard, straining against their clothes.
I sit at the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide so they can see exactly what they’ve done to me. The wet mark on my panties is dark and shameless.
“If you want to show me,” I say, voice steady now, sharpened by control, “then show me. Kneel.”
They drop instantly—twin thuds on the floorboards.
They look up at me, mouths parted, eyes wide. Then they dive in, desperate and uncoordinated.
“Share.” I snap the command like a whip. They freeze. Then obey.
Logan leans in first, licking up the soaked fabric between my folds.
His tongue drags slow, deliberate, tracing the outline of my clit.
I gasp but don’t look away. He pulls back, and Evander replaces him, teeth grazing lightly along my slit through the lace.
They trade off—lick, suck, bite—until my chest is heaving and my toes curl.
“My good boys,” I murmur, letting the praise drip from my lips.
Evander hooks a finger under my panties and looks up, eyes blown wide, waiting for permission. I let the moment stretch, watching how the tension coils through him, how much he aches to obey. Finally, I allow him to remove them.
Evander peels the lace aside, reverent. I lace my fingers through his hair and tug hard. His eyes flutter. His moan vibrates against my core. He leans in and licks, broad and slow, then again faster, more focused, his lips sealing around my clit and sucking.
Logan watches, devouring the sight. I reach for him, palm to his sharp jaw.
“You need something, pretty boy?” I purr.
His lashes flutter. “Please,” he whispers, voice cracked and hungry.
Evander’s face is slick with my arousal. His fingers slip inside me—one, then two—curling in a rhythm that makes me twitch. They’re still clothed.
Unacceptable.
“Stand.”
Logan scrambles up. Evander keeps fucking me with his fingers until I yank his hair, forcing him to look up, lips glistening.
“Help Logan.”
Evander rises instantly, undressing Logan with shaky fingers, pulling down his pants and boxers in one motion. Logan’s cock bobs free. It's thick, flushed and leaking.
I lock eyes with Evander as I reach out and wrap my hand around Logan’s length, stroking slowly. Then I lean forward and take him deep into my throat.
Logan chokes on a groan, one hand fisting in my hair, the other braced on the wall.
I pull back with a wet pop, smirking. “All fours Evander.” I command and he drops and resumes his work on my pussy. “Logan, help Evander. I think he needs some attention.”
Logan’s eyes darken and his cock twitches. He drops to his knees behind Evander and unbuckles him. The slap of fabric. The sound of breath catching. Evander moans into my cunt as Logan frees his cock and wraps a hand around him, stroking slow and cruel.
“Hands only,” I warn.
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan answers, his voice rough silk.
Evander tries to focus, but Logan’s rhythm is precise and practiced. The two of them know each other like they know themselves.
The coil in my belly winds tight. Every nerve is on fire.
“I’m—fuck, I’m close,” Evander gasps into my cunt.
Logan’s eyes meet mine, and I nod once.
He slicks himself with lube from the nightstand. Spreads Evander open with two fingers. Stretches him. Prepares him. It only makes Evander more eager with my pussy.
Then, Logan pushes in.
Evander moans like he’s being devoured from the inside out. Logan fucks him with brutal precision, each thrust pushing Evander’s face harder into my cunt. His tongue stutters. His fingers curl.
And I shatter.
I come with a cry, fisting Evander’s hair, grinding against his mouth.
Logan doesn’t stop. He fucks Evander harder, breath breaking, hips slamming into ass as Evander works me through the aftershocks.
We're both using Evander’s body and he shows how much he loves it when he comes all over Logan’s hand still wrapped around his cock.
Shot after shot of hot cum paint my floor.
Then Logan groans—loud and raw—and spills inside him. His hand slips down and pushes a finger inside me alongside Evander’s, curling—
Pleasure detonates again.
My body convulses, less earth shattering than before but full of release. My vision blurs. I ride every last tremor until I’m boneless and soaked.
When it’s over, I sprawl on the bed, flushed and trembling. Both alphas kneel at my feet, panting, undone, marked by me in every possible way.
The room smells like sex and power and mine.
And for the first time all day, I feel whole.