Page 107 of They Are Mine

“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.

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