Page 123 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

"Both of you," I whispered, my voice steadier than I expected. "Please."

“Lets move to the bedroom and more comfortable.” Lucas said, glancing to Dakota. Dakota nodded, his strong arms still holding me securely against the wall. With effortless strength, he adjusted his grip, supporting my weight as he carried me toward the bedroom. Lucas followed close behind, his eyes never leaving us as Dakota laid me gently on the bed.

The contrast between them was striking—Dakota solid and intense, his movements deliberate and powerful; Lucas lithe and graceful, a playful energy humming beneath his controlled exterior. They exchanged a look over me, some silent communication passing between them before Lucas smiled and leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened.

"Been wanting to do that again," he murmured against my mouth, his hands tracing patterns across my skin that made me shiver. Dakota moved to my other side, his large hand spanning my ribcage as he watched us with dark, hungry eyes.

"How do you want us, flower girl?" Lucas murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "We want to make this good for you."

My thoughts scattered like petals in a storm, overwhelmed by sensation as Dakota's hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling the sensitive peak with deliberate pressure. "I—I don't know," I admitted breathlessly. "I've never..."

"Never had two Alphas at once?" Lucas finished, a smile curving against my skin. "Don't worry. We'll guide you through it."

Dakota leaned down, his mouth replacing his hand on my breast, drawing a gasp from me as his tongue flicked against the hardened peak. The dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and Lucas's lips on my neck sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

"So responsive," Lucas murmured appreciatively, his hand sliding down my stomach, fingers tracing patterns lower to where I needed them most. When his fingers finally found the wetness between my thighs, I arched against him, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Let us take care of you," Dakota murmured against my skin, his deep voice vibrating through me as his mouth moved to my other breast. "Just feel."

I surrendered to their touch, my body arching between them as they explored me with complementary styles—Dakota methodical and thorough, Lucas intuitive and playful. Their hands and mouths worked in perfect harmony, as if they'd done this together before, bringing me higher with each touch, each kiss.

Lucas's fingers slipped inside me, curling in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "So wet for us," he murmured appreciatively. "So perfect."

Dakota's mouth traveled lower, trailing hot kisses down my stomach as Lucas continued to work me with his fingers. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me. When Dakota's mouth finally reached the apex of my thighs, joining Lucas's fingers in their intimate exploration, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

"That's it," Lucas encouraged, his voice rough with desire as he watched Dakota's mouth work against me. "Let go for us, Vivian."

Dakota's tongue moved with deliberate precision, finding every sensitive spot as Lucas's fingers curled inside me. The combination was exquisite torture, pleasure building to heights I'd never experienced before. When Lucas leaned down to capture my mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing my moans as Dakota continued his relentless attention between my thighs, I shattered. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body trembling between them as they worked me through the intense release.

As the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, I became aware of both men watching me with intense desire in their eyes. Dakota had moved back up my body, his dark gaze hungry as he studied my flushed face. Lucas was beside me, his usual playfulness replaced by something deeper, more primal.

"Beautiful," Dakota murmured, the single word carrying more weight from his usually silent lips than a thousand poetic phrases.

Lucas brushed damp hair from my forehead, his touch unexpectedly tender. "Think you can handle more, flower girl?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained desire.

I nodded, still breathless but eager for more. "Yes," I whispered. "Please."

They exchanged another look, some silent communication passing between them before Dakota moved to lie on his back beside me. "Come here," he rumbled, his large hands guiding me to straddle him. His impressive length stood proud against his stomach, and for a moment I hesitated, suddenly aware of his size. Dakota's hands settled on my hips, steadying me.

"At your pace," he rumbled, understanding my momentary hesitation. "You control this."

Lucas moved behind me, his chest warm against my back as his hands slid around to cup my breasts. "We've got you," he murmured against my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Just relax."

I positioned myself over Dakota, guided by his strong hands on my hips. As I slowly sank down onto him, the stretch was intense, my breath catching as he filled me completely. Dakota's eyes never left mine, watching for any sign of discomfort as I adjusted to his size.

"Gods," I gasped, trembling slightly as I took him fully inside. "You feel...incredible," I finished, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me.

"Move when you're ready," Dakota rumbled, his hands gentle but firm on my hips, his control visible in the tension of his jaw, the careful restraint in his dark eyes.

Lucas's hands continued their exploration of my body, cupping my breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks as his lips traced patterns along my shoulder. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured against my skin. "Taking him so well."

I began to move, slowly at first, adjusting to the feeling of Dakota filling me so completely. His hands guided my movements, helping me find a rhythm that had pleasure building once more. Lucas continued his attentions, his touch adding another layer to the sensations overwhelming me.

"That's it," Dakota encouraged, his deep voice rougher than usual as I moved above him. "Perfect."

Lucas's hands slid lower, exploring the place where Dakota and I were joined, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves that made me gasp and tighten around Dakota's length.

"Lucas," I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder as his skilled fingers worked me higher. Dakota's hips began to move beneath me, matching my rhythm with controlled thrusts that hit something deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

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