40. Cassidy #3
“Evander,” I gasp as his hand slides further down, beneath the waistband of my knickers.
“Hm?” He presses a kiss to my cheek, completely unbothered. “Yes, little daisy?”
I can’t even form a sentence. Not when Harlan’s teeth graze the mark again, teasing me by not doing anything more. Taunting Silas, who isn’t here.
“You’re—” I whimper, throwing my head back onto my pillow pile.
“—cruel,” I finish lamely because that’s the only word my brain will supply.
Harlan laughs against my neck, the sound vibrating through my skin. “We’ve barely started, little luxury.”
“And you’re already calling us cruel?” Evander tuts, his fingers finding exactly where I need him to touch.
“Harlan,” I gasp when his other hand slides down my thigh. “Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Everything. Nothing. Something in between.
“Please what, little luxury?” he murmurs, his lips trailing up my jaw. “Use your words. We’re not mind readers.”
“I—” My voice breaks when Evander’s fingers curl just so. “I want—both of you.”
The words leave me in a breathless rush, and for a moment, the room goes very quiet. Harlan goes still against my neck.
Evander’s hand pauses. I want to take it and make him move, make him continue playing with me.
“Both of us?” Harlan’s voice is rough against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. “You want both of us at once?”
I nod frantically, unable to form words as Evander’s fingers resume their teasing dance. I need them. I want them.
“Say it again,” Evander demands, his voice dropping to that low alpha register that makes my entire body shiver. “Say it properly, little daisy.”
“I want both of you,” I whisper, the words barely audible even to me. “Together. Please.”
Harlan’s grip on my wrist tightens fractionally, and I feel his chest expand against my back as he takes a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and the word lands like a confession.
Evander’s bond floods with something fierce and possessive, and I feel his smile against my temple before he presses his lips there.
“Then, you’ll have us,” he says simply, as though I haven’t just asked for something greedy.
Harlan shifts behind me, and suddenly, I’m being pressed into the mattress as he looms over me. Evander scoots further down the bed, tugging the blankets away from me.
“You’re sure?” Harlan asks. I nod, and he grins. “You remember your safe word?”
“Home,” I say breathlessly.
“Good girl,” he says, and the praise hits me just as another wave of pleasure does from Evander’s wandering fingers.
Evander’s hands slide up my thighs, pushing my knickers down with deliberate slowness. I lift my hips to help, and he rewards me with a kiss just below my navel.
My tummy flutters as slick floods between my thighs.
“Oh, you smell divine,” Evander murmurs against my thigh.
Harlan’s mouth finds mine in the same moment, swallowing my gasp as Evander’s tongue traces a slow, deliberate line up the inside of my thigh.
I’m trembling.
Not from cold—the room is warm, the blankets piled around us like a cocoon—but from the sheer impossibility of being wanted like this, of being touched like this by more than one of them.
I love it.
Harlan kisses me deeper, one hand cradling my jaw while the other slides down to cup my breast over my sports bra. His thumb finds my nipple through the thin fabric, and I arch into his touch with a broken sound.
Evander’s mouth reaches where I need him most, and the first slow, deliberate lick has me crying out against Harlan’s mouth.
My hips jerk involuntarily, seeking more, and Evander holds me down with one broad palm splayed across my stomach. The weight of him anchors me while his tongue works me with devastating patience.
Harlan pulls back just far enough to look at me, his pupils blown wide.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone. “So beautiful like this, little luxury. So good for us, isn’t she, Ev?”
He nods, humming against my core, sending a vibration through me that makes my vision blur.
I can’t tell who is giving me the most pleasure now.
Harlan’s mouth is at my throat, teeth grazing the mark Silas left, while his fingers work beneath the band of my sports bra to cup me properly.
Evander’s tongue curls and flattens in alternating patterns that have me shaking apart.
The sensations are overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
I’m caught between them, pinned by pleasure and want, my body responding to every touch.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my voice breaking.
Harlan’s mouth moves to my ear, his breath hot and demanding. “Are you going to scream for us, little luxury? Are you going to let Ev and I watch you fall apart?”
The answer is yes, obviously, because I’m already there, already tipping, already—fuck.
Evander’s mouth seals over me completely, and Harlan’s teeth sink into the tender skin beside Silas’s mark, and I shatter.
The sound that leaves me isn’t a scream. It’s something ragged and broken, torn from somewhere deep in my chest.
My back arches off the mattress, held only by the hands pressing me down, and for one suspended moment, I’m nothing but sensation—Harlan’s teeth, Evander’s mouth, the wet heat of my own release, the scent of two alphas filling my lungs until I can’t tell where I end and they begin.
Harlan releases my mark with a wet sound, lapping at the bite with something almost apologetic. Evander lifts his head, chin glistening, and the look he gives me—dark, satisfied, hungry—makes something clench low in my gut.
I’m so greedy, but I don’t care. I’m so desperate for them. For more.
So desperate to be knotted.
“Can you sit up a little, little daisy?” Evander murmurs, and I nod, letting him help me move forward. Harlan reaches round and undoes the zipper on the back of my sports bra, and he pulls it off, tossing it across the room.
Evander pulls his shirt over his head, and then he’s pulling down his work pants, kicking them to the floor. No boxers for Evander today, and now his beautiful, leaking cock is bouncing free. I want to wrap my mouth around it.
Harlan follows suit, stripping with efficient movements until they’re both gloriously bare, and now, I’m torn for choice.
My mouth goes dry.
Evander settles back between my thighs, as Harlan kneels next to me. Harlan’s hand guides my face to the side, and I’m trembling again.
Not from the cold, but from the anticipation building inside me. His other hand wraps around his thick length, and I moan as he starts slowly pumping his fist. The head of his cock is slick with pre-cum, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Fuck, Harlan,” Evander groans, watching me. “She wants you in her mouth so badly.”
“Does she?” Harlan’s voice is rough with desire. “Maybe she’ll get the chance to taste me.”
“Yes, please,” I beg, whimpering as Evander kisses his mark on my chest.
Fuck.
“How about you be a good girl and let Ev fill you, little luxury, and then you can taste me,” Harlan murmurs, voice gone thick and low.
Evander leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss that steals my breath away, before pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. He’s easily able to slide in, since I’m slick with arousal, and when he pushes inside, I gasp.
Harlan takes the opportunity to push into my mouth. The stretch is perfect—full and aching and exactly what I need.
Evander fills me slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping my hips as he works himself into me.
Harlan takes his cues from Evander, clearly, because he matches his thrusts to Evander’s rhythm, keeping pace, so I’m not overwhelmed by either of them.
I’m stretched between them, filled at both ends, and I’ve never felt more complete. Evander’s hands slide up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in time with his thrusts.
Harlan’s letting me set the pace, my throat relaxed around him, my tongue working the underside of his shaft as he pushes deeper. The taste of him is salt and musk and something uniquely Harlan, and I moan around him, the vibration making his hips stutter.
Evander’s pace picks up, his grip on my hips tightening as he drives into me, and I start to speed up on Harlan, trying to match Evander’s pace.
Evander’s fingers dig into my hips, and I feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his shaft.
The stretch of it sends sparks racing up my spine, and I whimper around Harlan’s cock, my eyes watering.
“Fuck, little daisy,” Evander groans, his voice strained. “You feel fucking perfect.”
“You should feel her mouth, bro,” Harlan says huskily. “She’s so good at this. Such a good girl.”
The praise sinks into me like something sweet and warm, and I moan around him, feeling him jerk at the sound. My body is singing, every nerve ending alight, caught between the two of them.
“Oh, fuck daisy, you’re taking me so good,” Evander hisses, his fingers digging harder into my hips.
Harlan moans, sliding in and out between my lips faster.
A bead of drool clings to the base of his cock, and I swallow around him, earning a groan that vibrates through his entire body.
Evander’s pace becomes erratic, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency.
The knot at the base of his shaft swells further, catching on my entrance with each thrust.
“I’m close, little luxury,” Harlan warns, his voice rough and strained. “Are you ready?”
I moan around him, unable to speak, but I nod frantically, my eyes locked on his. Evander’s thrusts become desperate, his knot catching and releasing with each movement, stretching me in the most delicious way.
I can feel my own release building, as Harlan’s hand fists in my hair.
Harlan’s hips stutter, and then he’s coming, thick pulses of heat flooding my throat as I swallow desperately around him.
The taste of him is overwhelming, salt and musk and something sweet beneath, and I moan, the vibration making him groan.