Page 117 of They Are Mine

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.

Chapter Eighteen

Juliet

Things couldn’t be more perfect. Everything is exactly as it should be.

Orion hasn’t spent a single night at his place since that first dinner. His clothes are in my closet. His boots by the door. His scent woven into my sheets. Mine.

Tammy is spiraling. Showing up at the gym, blowing up his phone. Orion doesn’t tell me because he thinks I don’t know. Because he doesn’t want me to worry.

Sweet man.

But I see everything.

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