Page 125 of Without a Trace
Alden bit down softly on my shoulder, then licked the mark he left. “She’s falling apart already.”
I came so hard my legs shook, my cry sharp and helpless, head thrown back into Alden’s chest as Trace licked me through it—every flick of his tongue pulled another tremble from my spine, slow and sinful.
I was still trembling when they turned me over.
Trace kissed me—hard, deep, tasting myself on his tongue. “You’re fucking everything,” he rasped. “Everything.”
Then Alden pulled me to my hands and knees. His palm slid over my ass, then down between my thighs.
“So wet,” he muttered. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
I whimpered, nodding.
Trace stayed in front of me, kneeling at the edge of the bed, cupping my face while Alden pushed inside me from behind.
“Fuck, Baby” Alden groaned, voice guttural. “So fucking tight.”
My hands gripped the sheets. My body bowed under the weight of it—pleasure, pressure, the way they moved around me like I belonged to both of them.
Trace kissed my forehead. My cheek. My lips.
“She’s shaking,” he whispered. “You feel that?”
“I feel everything,” Alden gritted, his voice breaking at the edges.
His rhythm was deep, steady, claiming. Each thrust had me seeing stars. Trace’s hand found my throat—not squeezing, just grounding—while Alden fucked me steady and deep, the kind of rhythm that branded.
“Let him fuck you, Scar,” he whispered. “Let him leave a mark.”
And I did.
I took every inch. Every gasp. Every filthy promise.
Because for tonight, I didn’t have to choose.
I just had to burn.
Alden was relentless.
His thrusts deep, deliberate—as if he wanted me to feel him in my bones, remember him tomorrow, every step, every ache.
“Fuck, Scar,” he groaned behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other sliding around to rub slow circles over my clit. “You’re taking me so good.”
I moaned—loud, needy—head buried in Trace’s shoulder as his thumb brushed along my jaw.
“You look wrecked,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful.”
I turned toward him and kissed him, messy and desperate, Alden pounding into me from behind. Trace pulled back to watch me unravel—eyes dark, lips parted.
“You close again?” Trace asked, voice low.
I nodded, whimpering, body taut and trembling.
“Good,” he said. “Let go. Let him feel you fucking fall apart.”
Alden thrust harder, faster, fingers pressing down until my breath hitched and the world shattered around me again. My scream broke against Trace’s mouth as I clenched around Alden, coming hard, stars bursting behind my eyes.
“Fuuuck,” Alden groaned, hips jerking once, twice, then stilling. He collapsed against my back, panting, kissing the curve of my spine as he came inside me. “Jesus. You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
