Chapter Seventeen
Juliet
Oh my God.
I just love them both so much.
After tonight?
Both of these amazing men will be totally mine.
And on their way to being best friends.
It’s adorable.
Orion and Noah eat fast. Not like they’re starving, but like they’re just as eager as I am.
I can barely sit still. I’m practically vibrating, legs crossed tightly under the table, heat simmering in my stomach.
Everything about tonight is perfect.
The food, the tension, the way Orion keeps stealing looks at me like he’s already thinking about what he’s going to do to me once we’re alone.
Noah’s calm, steady presence keeping everything balanced.
It’s all so good.
I set my fork down, tilt my head, and smile sweetly at Orion. “So,” I murmur, licking my lips. “Did you want pudding... now, during, or after?”
I hold his gaze. Watch his jaw tighten slightly, the muscles flexing as he considers.
God, he’s sexy.
“After,” he says. His voice is low, rough.
Oh.
Oh, he’s ready.
I press my thighs together, sucking in a slow breath, keeping myself from launching across the table. “Bedroom or living room?” I ask casually as I rise to clear the table.
Noah stands immediately.
Of course he does. Sweet, helpful Noah.
My heart nearly bursts when Orion stands too.
He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the plates, like he belongs here.
Like he’s already ours.
I swallow down a giddy laugh, feeling so full, so completely satisfied even before we get to the main event.
“Bedroom,” Orion says, like it’s not even a question.
My stomach tightens. “Perfect,” I purr, turning toward the kitchen. “I made up one of the spare rooms.”
I let them follow me.
And fuck, knowing they’re both behind me?
The sound of their footsteps. The weight of their eyes on my body.
It makes me dizzy with want.
We move smoothly, effortlessly, clearing the table together.
It’s... sweet.
And weirdly domestic.
Three people who are about to fuck like animals, doing dishes first.
Noah rinses. Orion dries.
I just stand there for a second, leaning against the counter, watching them.
Orion’s big hands handling the plates.
Noah’s careful movements.
And me, caught between them, already imagining how this night ends.
I step closer.
Brush against Noah’s side.
Slide my fingers over Orion’s wrist as he passes a dish to the drying rack.
I don’t even mean to sigh, but I do.
Both men still, just for a second.
Then Noah smirks. “You good over there, Juliet?” he asks, teasing.
“Just...” I inhale deeply, pressing my thighs together. “Enjoying the view.”
Orion shakes his head, a deep chuckle rolling through his chest.
I reach out, fingers drifting over his forearm, feeling the heat of him.
Then I slide my other hand to Noah’s waist, leaning in between them, my lips brushing his jaw. “So sweet,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his skin.
He hums, shifting slightly toward me.
“And so strong,” I say, turning to Orion.
He watches me so intently.
Dark-eyed. Focused.
Like he’s already decided what he’s going to do to me.
I bite my lip.
Noah reaches for me first.
His fingers skim my back, warm, teasing, gentle.
Orion doesn’t wait much longer.
His hand curls around my hip, pulling me closer.
I exhale a quiet, trembling sound, my body already melting between them.
“Bedroom, now,” Orion says, his voice rough, so fucking commanding.
I lead them down the hall.
Because tonight?
They’re mine.
And they’re about to find out just how good I take care of what’s mine.
The second the bedroom door clicks shut, Orion is on me.
Big hands. Rough grip. Pure fucking hunger.
Before I can even breathe, his mouth claims mine.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Heat. Teeth. Tongue.
It’s feral, like he’s been waiting his entire life to kiss me again.
I don’t even notice when Noah moves in, not until his hands slide over my shoulders, skimming my arms, his breath warm against my ear.
And just like that, I’m trapped between them.
And I have never felt so good.
Orion kisses me deep, groaning as I clutch at his shirt, yanking at the fabric, needing him bare against me.
Noah?
He doesn’t rush.
He watches first, hands smoothing over my sides, slow, teasing, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
I whimper, tearing at Orion’s shirt, needing it off now.
He growls, breaking the kiss just long enough to rip it over his head.
God. Fuck.
Muscles. Scars. Tattoos. A body built to ruin me.
And I want every inch of it.
I spin, Noah’s turn.
His lips part in a small, surprised breath, but his hands find my waist, his body pressing flush to mine as I pull his shirt off too.
So different.
Orion is hard edges and raw power.
Noah is lean muscle and quiet strength.
And both of them?
Mine.
“Pants,” I breathe, my fingers already unbuttoning Noah’s jeans.
Orion chuckles darkly behind me, like he loves watching me do this, like he loves seeing me take what I want.
I drop to my knees.
Because if they’re going to wreck me tonight, I need to taste them first.
Orion watches, eyes black with heat as I slide Noah’s jeans and boxers down.
Noah groans, his cock thick and aching, his fingers threading into my hair.
I lick my lips, looking up at him, so fucking ready.
Orion’s hand clamps around my chin, tilting my face back to him. “Mine first, sweetheart.”
Oh. Oh, god.
I fucking love it.
His pants hit the floor, and fuck, he is so big.
Thick. Heavy. Perfect.
I grip the base of his cock, drag my tongue slowly up his length, savoring the way his breath hitches.
He watches me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
Like he wants to devour me whole.
I take him deep, lips stretching around him, moaning when his fingers tighten in my hair.
Noah kneels behind me, his hands caressing my back, his mouth trailing soft kisses along my spine.
I feel him move lower. Under me.
His breath hot against my inner thigh.
I shudder, hollowing my cheeks as I suck Orion deeper, needing them both.
“Fuck, Juliet,” Orion groans, hips flexing forward.
Noah?
He doesn’t speak.
He just spreads my thighs wider, and then…
His tongue.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
I gasp, pulling off Orion, nails digging into his hips as Noah devours me.
His tongue is soft at first, teasing, slow.
Then he groans, gripping my ass, pulling me flush against his face, and it’s too much.
I arch, panting, my lips brushing Orion’s cock as pleasure crashes through me.
Orion grips my jaw, forcing my gaze up to him. “You gonna come on his tongue, sweetheart?”
Oh, god.
I nod, shaking, desperate.
And Noah?
He makes it happen.
Tongue curling, flicking, sucking.
I cry out, body trembling, my orgasm ripping through me, leaving me breathless.
I barely register Orion pulling me up, lifting me easily, his mouth crashing into mine.
I moan, my body still shuddering as he carries me to the bed.
I hear Noah kick off his jeans.
Orion lowers me onto the mattress, crawling over me, caging me in.
“You ready for this?” he rasps.
I laugh. Breathless. So fucking ready. “Wreck me, baby.”
Orion’s body presses me down, all heat and raw power, his cock teasing my entrance, his gaze locked onto mine.
Behind him, Noah kneels on the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching, waiting, his eyes dark with something filthy and perfect.
I shudder.
Because this is exactly where I belong.
“Goddamn,” Orion murmurs, gripping my thighs, spreading me open.
Noah leans down, mouth brushing my ear.
“Tell him,” he whispers. “Tell him how bad you need it.”
I whimper, arching up, Orion’s cock pressing just inside me, stretching, teasing, but not nearly enough.
Not yet.
“Please,” I pant, gripping his arms, his shoulders, anything I can reach.
Orion groans. Then? He snaps.
One deep thrust.
I gasp, shattering, body tight around him, my thighs squeezing his hips as he fills me completely.
Oh, fuck, he’s big.
So thick. So deep. So perfect.
I cling to him, nails digging in, legs locking around him as he pulls back then slams into me harder.
I cry out, but Noah swallows the sound.
Because his mouth is on mine now, kissing me, tongue sweeping deep, his fingers trailing over my throat, teasing, possessive.
I can’t think.
Can’t do anything but feel.
Orion’s pace is brutal, perfect, his hips snapping, his body pounding into me, every stroke hitting so deep it’s unreal.
Noah grips my chin, my jaw, my throat, tilting my face toward him, swallowing my moans between kisses.
“You feel good, Angel?” he murmurs, lips brushing mine.
I can’t answer.
I’m too far gone.
But he doesn’t need words.
He can hear it in my gasps, feel it in my trembling body, see it in the way I break apart beneath them.
Orion groans, gripping my ass, tilting my hips, driving in even deeper.
I moan into Noah’s mouth.
My orgasm slams into me, vicious and uncontrollable, waves of heat and pleasure crashing through me, pulling them both deeper into my ruin.
Orion curses, jaw clenching, arms shaking. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he grits out. “Squeezing me so fucking good.”
Noah’s fingers drag down, teasing my nipples, never letting the pleasure fade. “Think you can give us another?” he asks softly.
Another?
I don’t know if I can even breathe.
But then Orion thrusts again and I realize, I don’t get a choice.
They’re going to take me completely apart.
And I’m going to love every second of it.
I can’t breathe. I don’t need to.
Not when I have this.
Orion’s cock slams into me, over and over, his hands locked on my hips, dragging me onto him so fucking deep it’s obscene.
I’m drenched, soaking his length, ruined and completely at their mercy.
Because Noah’s still touching me.
Fingers slick against my clit, slow, teasing, relentless.
I writhe beneath them, a broken, whimpering mess, every stroke sending pleasure rippling through me, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge again.
“There you go, baby,” Orion groans, driving deeper. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I gasp, arching, shattering, my body clenching around him, another orgasm ripping through me like a fucking supernova.
Orion curses. “Shit, Juliet.”
He thrusts harder, losing control, his grip bruising, his breath ragged.
And then, he’s gone.
Buried deep.
Spilling inside me with a groan so wrecked it makes me shudder.
I lay there panting, trembling, body still pulsing around him, dizzy, floating.
But Noah?
Noah is still hard.
And watching.
His gaze is dark, heated, hungry.
And when Orion finally eases out of me, Noah takes his place.
Before I can even catch my breath, Noah grabs my hips, drags me to the edge of the bed, and flips me onto my stomach.
I whimper, pressing my cheek against the sheets, my whole body sensitive, aching, desperate.
He leans over me, lips brushing my ear.
“Think you can take more?” His voice is soft, teasing, but there’s a challenge in it too.
I shiver, my thighs pressing together.
He chuckles.
Then he spreads them.
I gasp when his fingers slide between my legs, finding me soaking wet, dripping with a mix of Orion and me.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs. “You really were made for this, weren’t you?”
I moan, breathless, ruined, so fucking ready.
And then, Noah thrusts inside.
Deep. Slow. Exquisite.
And I realize, I’m not making it out of this night alive.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Noah isn’t soft. Not tonight.
Not when he’s driving into me, slow, deep, relentless, pushing me to the brink again and again and again.
I claw at the sheets, my body aching, nerves on fire, pleasure coiling so tight it’s unbearable.
“Noah,” I gasp. I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
But he knows. He always does.
His hands tighten on my hips, his cock pushing deeper, filling me so perfectly I swear I see stars.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low, wrecked, sweet and filthy all at once.
He leans over me, pressing his chest to my back, his breath hot against my ear.
“You take us so well,” he murmurs. “Like you were fucking made for us.”
I shudder, a broken sound escaping my lips.
“Do you feel it, Juliet?” he groans, thrusting deeper, harder. “You’re still so full of him. And now? Now, I’m gonna fill you too.”
Oh. Oh, my god.
I cry out, my body clenching around him, so sensitive I could die from this.
And then Orion moves.
I barely have time to process it before his fingers slide into my hair, tugging gently, guiding my mouth to his.
I moan against his lips, dazed, completely overwhelmed, because Noah is still fucking me and Orion is still watching, still touching, still making me his too.
He groans, watching me fall apart, his grip tightening, his eyes burning with something dark and possessive.
“You love this, don’t you?” Orion murmurs, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “Being ours.”
I whimper. That’s all the answer he needs.
Noah slams into me one last time, a low, desperate groan escaping his lips as he buries himself deep and lets go.
I shatter.
I collapse, trembling, boneless.
And they?
They hold me together.
They always will.
Oh, they think they’ve ruined me.
Sweet boys.
They have no idea what I can take.
Noah is still buried inside me, his breath ragged, his body trembling against mine. Orion’s hand is still in my hair, his thumb dragging over my lip, his gaze dark, hungry.
I should be spent. I should be satisfied.
But I’m not.
I want more. I want everything.
I tilt my head, parting my lips, flicking my tongue against Orion’s thumb.
“Oh, you’re not done with us yet?” His voice is low, amused, a little wrecked.
Noah groans, his hands tightening on my hips, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
But I say it anyway. “Both of you.”
Orion goes still.
Noah sucks in a breath.
I shift, slowly, rolling my hips, making Noah hiss through his teeth. Then I lift up and he slips out of me, still hard, still throbbing.
I turn between them, my hands trailing over their stomachs, their thighs, my body aching for them.
“I want both of you,” I whisper, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to Orion’s lips before turning to Noah, giving him the same.
They trade a look over my head.
It’s hesitation.
It’s holy fuck, are we actually doing this?
It’s she’s going to ruin us.
I smile.
Because they already know they can’t tell me no.
Orion groans. “Jesus, Juliet.”
Noah lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”
I guide their hands to my hips, my waist, my thighs.
“Say yes,” I murmur, voice low, coaxing, full of promise.
Orion curses under his breath.
Noah groans, his fingers digging into my skin.
And then they give in.
Their hands are on me.
Both of them.
Noah’s fingers tighten around my waist, Orion’s hands sweep down my thighs, gripping, adjusting, positioning.
They’re letting me have this. Letting me have them.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me feel drunk on power.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?” Orion murmurs, voice low, rough, edged with need.
Like he’s giving me one last chance to be good.
As if I’d take it.
I look up at him, eyes bright, mouth curved. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Noah makes a wrecked sound, his hand smoothing up my spine, his lips dragging over my shoulder.
And that?
That’s the last hesitation before they fucking give in.
Orion takes control first.
Because of course he does.
Because he’s dominant, demanding, unshakable.
And yet, he still lets me guide them.
Still lets me settle onto my hands and knees, my body between them, exactly where I belong.
Noah is in front of me, his lips parted, his eyes half-lidded, his cock heavy in his hand.
And Orion?
He kneels behind me, his grip bruising on my hips, his thighs pressed tight against mine as he positions himself at my entrance.
The stretch is deep, unrelenting.
I moan, dropping my head forward, and Noah tilts my chin up.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” he murmurs.
And oh.
That’s what unravels me.
Not the way Orion drives into me, deep and thick and perfectly brutal.
Not the way Noah guides my lips to his cock, groaning as I take him into my mouth.
It’s the way they watch me, like I’m something to be worshipped.
Something to be devoured.
Something theirs.
I lose myself between them.
The grind of Orion’s hips, the heat of his breath against my spine, the way his fingers dig into my skin, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
The weight of Noah in my mouth, the soft, reverent way he groans my name, the way he threads his fingers through my hair.
Everything is too much.
Everything is perfect.
“Fuck, Juliet,” Orion groans, his rhythm harder, rougher, completely unrestrained. “You feel so fucking good.”
Noah’s jaw is tight, his hips trembling as I take him deeper.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he whispers.
I can feel them falling apart.
I can hear it in Noah’s breathy moans, in the harsh way Orion groans my name, in the way their bodies tremble against mine like they’re barely holding on.
But they’re trying.
Trying to be good for me.
Trying to make this last.
And fuck if that isn’t the sweetest thing.
I drag my nails down Orion’s thigh, arch my hips back to take him deeper, moan soft and sweet around Noah’s cock.
Noah shudders first. His fingers tighten just enough in my hair, his hips jerking forward, a wrecked sound catching in his throat.
“Juliet,” he breathes, his voice cracking, his body losing its rhythm.
I pull back just a little, let my lips drag over his tip, my tongue swiping slow and teasing just to hear the way he chokes on my name.
And then?
Orion slams into me, growling low, his grip bruising on my waist.
I can feel how close he is.
How desperate.
I tilt my hips just right, tighten around him just so, reach back and drag my nails down his stomach.
His whole body locks up, his breath ragged, his hips slamming into me as he buries himself so fucking deep.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Noah is watching me, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling too fast.
I lift my gaze to his and swallow him down.
That’s what does it.
He moans my name, tilts his head back, his whole body shuddering as he comes completely undone.
Both of them.
Ruined.
Because of me.
I pull back slowly, licking my lips, watching as Noah collapses onto the mattress, dazed, wrecked.
Orion doesn’t pull out immediately.
He stays there, chest pressed against my back, hands still tight on my hips, breath warm against my neck.
Then, softer this time, he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
I shiver.
And smile.
Because they’re mine now.
Both of them.
Forever.
The air is thick with sweat, heat, and the perfect wreckage of my men.
Noah is sprawled out on his back, his lips still parted, his breath uneven.
Orion is slumped against the pillows, his fingers absently tracing my spine, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
I love that.
I love how they touch me even when they don’t mean to.
I love how wrecked they are.
I stretch, slow and luxurious, letting my body drag against theirs, sighing soft and sweet.
Orion grunts, one big arm curling around my waist, pulling me in against his chest.
“Mm,” I hum, pleased, satisfied.
Noah shifts too, his fingers brushing over my stomach, his lips pressing to my shoulder, soft and adoring.
I smile.
Perfect.
I have one man wrapped around me from behind, solid, strong, a protector.
And another nuzzling into me from the front, sweet, soft, a lover.
I close my eyes, exhaling slow, feeling the warmth of them sinking into my skin.
Orion’s fingers tighten on my hip.
Noah’s lips linger against my skin.
And I know, with complete certainty, neither of them are ever letting me go.