Chapter 15 #2
I forget how to breathe properly.
The shirt reveals his abs and chest, and he tugs it off.
It falls to the floor behind him, forgotten.
His body is ridiculous. Abs cut in perfect definition, chest broad and sculpted, shoulders that could carry the world.
The firelight creates shadows in all the dips and valleys of his muscles, and I want to trace every line with my tongue.
Kane’s shirt is next. He grabs the hem and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, and now I’m staring openly, cookie frozen halfway to my mouth.
He’s just as built as Noel but in a slightly different way.
Where Noel is lean muscle, Kane is pure power.
Thicker through the chest and shoulders, arms corded with muscle that flexes with every movement.
They’re both shirtless now, skin gleaming in the firelight, moving to the music with their eyes locked on me.
Heat is building through me. That ache from before, the one that’s been simmering since I moved in, is roaring back to life—my pre-heat making everything more intense, more desperate, more impossible to ignore.
God, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I should take off my shirt. That was the deal.
I set down my cookie with trembling fingers and grab the hem of my oversized shirt, pulling it up and over my head slowly. The tank top underneath is thin and black, clinging to my breasts, and I don’t bother covering up even though every instinct is screaming at me to do so.
Both their gazes drop immediately to my chest. Kane stumbles slightly in his next move, still staring at my breasts, and Noel makes this low sound in his throat that goes straight between my thighs.
I pull the blanket up to my waist, suddenly hyperaware of how exposed I am, how vulnerable.
But they keep dancing, and I can’t look away.
Kane’s hands go to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. The leather slides free of the loops with a whisper of sound, and he drops it on the floor beside him. Noel does the same, and now they’re both working their buttons and zippers in sync.
Pants slide down muscular thighs—God, their thighs—and they step out of them, kicking them aside. They’re in tight boxer briefs now, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
My turn.
I shift under the blanket, my hands shaking now for real.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and shimmy them down my hips.
It’s awkward doing it while sitting, and I have to lift my hips, the blanket slipping down to my thighs, revealing my legs and the edge of my purple cotton panties.
Kane’s eyes lock on to the exposed skin, and he actually trips over his own feet mid-move.
We all burst out laughing, the tension breaking for just a second.
“Smooth,” Noel teases, but his voice is strained.
“Shut up,” Kane mutters, but he’s grinning even as his eyes stay glued to my thighs.
I manage to get my leggings off completely, and I adjust the blanket to cover me from my waist down, legs folded under me.
But my body is burning up. That ache between my thighs is pulsing in time with my heartbeat. This is pre-heat, has to be, because I’ve never felt this needy, this desperate, this out of control before.
They’re moving closer now, swaying to the music, and their hands go to the waistbands of their boxer briefs.
Wait, they’re actually going to do this?
My heart is hammering against my ribs. Every nerve ending is on fire. Their combined scents are wrapping around me, and together they smell like everything I’ve ever wanted.
I watch, transfixed, as they push the boxer briefs down simultaneously.
Hip bones appear. That defined V cutting down. Dark hair at the base, then they bend forward, drawing them down all the way.
I should look away. Should close my eyes or focus on literally anything else in the room. But they’re staring at me with such intensity that I’m frozen.
They step out of the underwear and kick them aside. Then they stand up straight, completely shameless.
My eyes drop to their groins without my permission. And I see their cocks covered in long white tube socks. Ridiculous athletic socks pulled up over their erections like some kind of absurd modesty covering.
I burst out laughing so hard I actually snort, which makes me laugh even harder. “You guys!” I’m gasping for air, clutching my stomach. “You put socks on your dicks?”
“Gotta maintain some mystery,” Kane adds, flexing slightly and making the sock bounce.
I’m dying. Tears are streaming down my face from laughing.
Then suddenly they’re on either side of me, crowding onto the couch. I shuffle over automatically to make room, and they press in close, their naked bodies warm and solid against me.
Their mouths descend on me simultaneously.
Kane kisses me first, and it’s not gentle. His lips are demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing whatever breath I have left. Then Noel’s mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking, and my head spins.
I’m drowning in them. In their scents mixing together and filling my lungs. In the heat of their skin pressed against mine. In the way they’re touching me everywhere at once.
I’m kissing them both, turning my head to catch Noel’s mouth while Kane’s lips trail fire down my throat to my collarbone, then switching back to kiss Kane while Noel sucks a mark into my shoulder.
The blanket is yanked away and tossed somewhere, and their sock-covered erections are pressing against my thighs as they crowd closer.
I’m giggling breathlessly but also gasping because their hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my waist, sliding under my tank top.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” Kane murmurs against my pulse point, and I whimper.
“Been thinking about this all night,” Noel adds, his hand cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my tank top, and I arch into his touch, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
Their voices are wrapping around me, low and dark and full of promise, and I’m losing the ability to think coherently. Before I fully process what’s happening, they’re pulling my tank top up. I lift my arms automatically, and it’s gone, tossed behind the couch.
I’m bare from the waist up, and for a second, I’m self-conscious, but then both their mouths descend on my breasts, and conscious thought evaporates.
Kane takes my left breast, his mouth hot and wet and perfect.
His tongue swirls around my nipple before he sucks it between his lips, and the sensation shoots straight to my core.
Noel mirrors him on my right breast, and having both of them sucking and licking and worshipping me simultaneously leaves me crying out.
My hands thread through their hair, holding them to me, and I’m arching into their mouths shamelessly.
My body is humming. Every nerve ending is alive and singing.
That deep ache from before is consuming me now.
It settles deep between my thighs, pulsing and demanding attention.
It’s only when the Alphas touch me that it eases even slightly, and right now it’s screaming for more.
I can’t think about anything except them.
Their mouths. Their hands. Their bodies pressed against mine.
“I love how you both feel against me,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice, which is wrecked and needy.
They release my breasts but only to kiss every inch of skin they can reach, working their way across my chest, up my throat, along my collarbones.
“Do you have any idea how smitten we are with you?” Noel asks against my sternum, his voice rough.
“Completely obsessed,” Kane agrees, kissing up to my jaw. “Can’t think straight when you’re around.”
Then Noel’s hand is sliding into the elastic of my panties from one side, and Kane’s hand joins from the other.
They’re both kissing me again as they work my panties down together. I’m so needy right now I could scream. So hungry for their touch that I’m trembling. My body is pleading for them, demanding relief from this ache, and I know exactly where this is heading, but I can’t make myself stop it.
Don’t want to stop it.
They need me, sure. But I need them a hundred times more right now. Need their hands on me, their mouths on me, their anything on me before I combust.
They pull my panties off completely. As they kiss me breathless, they gently spread my legs.
They remain sitting on either side of me on the couch, and their hands trail down my body simultaneously. Kane’s fingers find my clit, while Noel’s fingers explore lower, circling my entrance teasingly. And I’m arching into them, moaning.
“So wet already,” Noel murmurs appreciatively against my lips.
“Soaking for us,” Kane adds, increasing the pressure on my clit slightly.
I’m writhing between them, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything. Noel pushes two fingers inside me, and I nearly come off the couch. The stretch is perfect, and I’m gasping into Kane’s mouth as he swallows my sounds.
My orgasm builds fast and unexpectedly, cresting like a wave, and when it crashes over me, I’m crying out their names, my body clenching hard around Noel’s fingers, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Kane says, sounding awed.
“Let’s see how many more we can pull from you,” Noel suggests, and there’s a wicked edge to his voice.
Kane leans over to the side table and grabs two candy canes from the decorative bowl. He unwraps them both, the crinkling sound loud in the quiet room, and for a second, I think he’s about to eat them.
Then he holds both candy canes up to my mouth. “Open.”
I part my lips obediently, and he slides both candy canes into my mouth. I taste peppermint, sharp and sweet and cool.
“Sweet tooth?” Noel jokes, watching with amusement.
Kane grins, then pulls the candy canes from my mouth, now slick, and trails them down my body.
Between my breasts. Over my stomach. Lower.
“Oh,” I breathe, realizing his intention, and my thighs instinctively try to close.