Page 108 of They Are Mine

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.

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