Chapter Eighteen
Sage
The atmosphere shifts instantly, the air turning heavy and electric. I catch the feral gleam in Kayden's eyes, and though Asher's posture stays controlled, his gaze burns with the same heat.
"Are you sure?" Asher asks. "You're tired. Weren't you—"
"I'm sure." My words cut through, my chest tight, my pulse racing. "I want you to take me out of my head. To quiet everything. To make me feel only this—you. So all that exists is now and here."
They exchange a look, silent understanding passing between them.
"That," Kayden growls, sharp grin flashing, "we can do. Anytime. Anywhere."
Asher's eyes narrow, always the one to draw the line and confirm where it lies. "You want both of us?"
"Yes." The word leaves me fierce and certain. My hands clench in the sheets. "And I don't want you to hold back. I want something unforgettable, so tonight is marked by this, and not by everything else."
The last words crack as if I spit out poison.
Kayden's laugh is dark and hungry. "Oh, you'll remember." He shifts closer, crawling across the mattress with that predator grace, bracing himself over me. "We'll make damn sure of it."
Asher moves slower, more deliberate, his weight settling at my side, one hand brushing down my arm in a grounding touch. "You don't know what you're asking, Sage." His tone is warning, but his eyes are molten.
"I do," I whisper. My voice shakes with the magnitude of wanting.
Kayden cups my jaw roughly, tilting my face up until my lips part. "She knows. Look at her, brother. She wants it. Craves it."
Asher exhales, low and restrained. "Then she'll have us both. At the same time. But in a different way from before."
When his hand slides over my throat, slow and claiming, my pulse thunders against his palm telling all three of us just how ready I am.
Kayden's mouth crashes against mine. He kisses like he wants to steal the air from me. My hands fist in his open shirt, dragging him closer, while Asher's grip on my throat keeps me anchored.
"Breathe slow," Asher murmurs against my ear, voice deep and commanding. His thumb strokes once along my pulse point, a subtle contradiction to the weight of his hand. "You'll need it."
The promise in his tone sends sparks down my spine.
Kayden pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine. "You want unforgettable? You'll get it." His teeth catch my bottom lip, a teasing bite that drags a moan out of me, raw and unashamed.
"I want to bite you," he growls against my mouth. "I want your blood in me."
"Do it," I whisper, my voice wrecked with need. "Both of you."
Asher nods, calm and decisive, and then they're undressing me, Kayden tugging the hoodie away in a rush, Asher sliding my pants down in a smooth motion.
Kayden strips off his dress shirt, left in sweats that can't hide how hard he is. Asher peels off his t-shirt in one fluid movement, muscles shifting under skin.
Asher kneels at the edge of the bed, gaze sweeping me up and down now that I'm bare. He places his palms on my inner thighs, heat searing into me. One word, firm and commanding: "Spread."
I open without thought, like my body is wired for his voice alone. He urges me wider until I'm completely exposed, so vulnerable I have to avert my gaze—straight into Kayden's. His predatory smirk tells me he knows exactly how undone I feel.
Kayden brushes his knuckles along my jaw. "No shame, sunshine. Every inch of you, every gasp, every tremble, every sound belongs to us tonight."
Asher's voice drops, low and sure. "You're ours to guide. To shape. To pleasure… and to punish." Then his head lowers between my thighs.
His teeth graze the sensitive skin high on my inner thigh, sharp enough to make me whimper. The sound slips out before I can hold it back. His gaze flicks up to mine, and then his fangs drop.
I give the smallest nod.
He sinks in.
The bite jolts through me. Pain, sharp and electric. Before I can cry out, Kayden's mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my gasp in a kiss that's all heat and hunger. Asher drinks in slow, deliberate pulls, and the twin sensations burn through me—pleasure and pain, fire and surrender.
When Asher lifts his head, his lips are slick with my blood. His expression is feral, eyes dark, but instead of recoiling, I feel myself clench, heat flooding low and insistent.
Kayden bares his fangs with a grin. "Fuck. Your blood—" his voice breaks with hunger. "I need it. Now."
Asher shifts aside, and Kayden takes his place. His hand strokes up the inside of my other thigh—the untouched one. His fingers tremble from raw need.
"I'll take," he rasps, eyes locked on mine. "But I'll give back, too."
Then his mouth lowers, hot breath brushing skin before his fangs pierce deep.
I cry out, arching into him, the pain so sharp it folds instantly into something else, sensual and overwhelming. Everything in me spirals into a heady cocktail of ache and ecstasy.
Kayden's bite is sharper, hungrier than Asher's, like fire tearing through me, but it ends just as quickly. He pulls back, chest heaving, his lips stained dark. I can't help the flicker of awe at their control. How easily they could lose themselves, but don't.
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with feral light as his tongue swipes across his mouth. "I'd love to keep feasting," he growls, "but the alternative works just fine."
Then he drops again. His mouth finds me, tongue sliding through my slick folds, and the shock of it rips a moan straight out of me. My hips jerk up to meet him, desperate, but Asher's hand is already at my throat, firm and steady, pressing me back into the mattress.
"Still," he orders.
Pinned beneath Asher's strength, consumed by Kayden's hunger, I'm caught between fire and restraint, pleasure spiking hot and unbearable as Kayden devours me, his tongue relentless, his growl vibrating into me.
My hands fly up, searching for anchor, clutching at Asher's forearm where it braces my throat. His eyes burn into mine, unyielding, and I feel his control threading through me as surely as Kayden's mouth is unraveling me below.
"Breathe for us," Asher murmurs. "Take it. All of it. Feel it, precious thing. You're ours."
And I do. My body bows, trembling, as Kayden's pace grows harsher, wetter, drawing me closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue. My hips buck against his mouth, but Asher's grip at my throat pins me down, holding me steady. The pressure makes every nerve in me spark hotter.
"Good girl," Asher murmurs, his thumb brushing along my jaw as though to soften the weight of his hand. "Stay still. Let it happen."
Kayden groans against me, the vibration shooting through my core. Then his fingers slide in, filling me while his tongue works harder, his pace is merciless, his hunger unrestrained. My body tightens around him, every thrust of his hand pushing me closer.
And then, he pushes further. One slick finger circling lower, teasing at the tight entrance. I gasp, my body jolting in shock, but Kayden growls against me, insistent, coaxing me open as his tongue and fingers work in tandem.
"Asher—" My voice cracks.
Asher leans closer, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to hold me in place, his amber eyes locked on mine. "Breathe, Sage. Don't fight it. Feel it. Let him work you open for us. For what comes next."
Kayden pushes in, careful but relentless, filling me from both ends. My cry shatters into a moan, the invasion so raw and overwhelming, it tips straight into pleasure. My back arches off the bed, only to be pressed flat again by Asher's hand.
"Take it," Asher commands.
Kayden's tongue flicks fast, his fingers thrust deep, and I'm unraveling, shaking apart.
Every nerve burns white-hot, every sound ripped out of me until the tension finally breaks.
Release crashes through me in waves, violent and unending, leaving me trembling under their hands, their mouths, and their control.
Kayden doesn't stop until I'm sobbing with the intensity of it, my body quivering against the sheets. Only then does he ease back, lips glistening, his grin wicked and triumphant.
"Promised you unforgettable," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Asher strokes his thumb along my throat, loosening his hold but not letting go entirely. His gaze pins me as surely as his hand did. "And this is only the beginning."
While Kayden disappears into the bathroom to wash up, Asher stays pressed close, his voice low and steady.
"I told you that we're going to take you differently tonight.
Both of us, at once." His fingers glide down my body, slow and deliberate, teasing every inch of my skin, cupping my breasts, brushing over my nipples until they ache.
"But this time, it will be both your entrances. "
A shiver bolts through me so hard my whole body trembles. My throat works before I can speak. "Both… both… you mean like double penetration?" The words taste dangerous on my tongue, hot and forbidden.
The bathroom door opens, and Kayden strolls out with a towel in his hand, his grin wicked. "Not like double penetration. Exactly double penetration."
Asher twists one nipple between his fingers, sharp enough to make me gasp, snapping my focus back to him. His eyes are filled with dark fire when he asks, "Are you ready for this experience?"
He's asking. Waiting. He wants permission. My choice.
I nod slowly, heart hammering. "You've… you've already pushed me past so many lines. I think I am."
Asher's mouth curves in satisfaction. His fingers pinch harder, rolling my other nipple until it burns, the pain feeding the need pooling hot between my thighs.
"Good," he murmurs. He leans close, his breath brushing my ear.
"I'll take you from behind. I'll fuck your ass, precious thing, while Kayden fills your pussy.
You'll be stretched wide, full of us both, wrecked in ways you'll never forget. "