Page 211 of Double Daddies
Ezra’s expression hardens, and he shakes his head. “Wren, you need to stop thinking that way about yourself. It’s not true.You’re beautiful and deserving of every good thing, including this dessert.”
Elijah picks up a fork and, without waiting for my response, takes a piece of the dessert and holds it out to me. “Open up,” he commands playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I hesitate, my heart racing. “I don’t know…”
“You’re not just your weight, Wren. You’re so much more than that. And it makes me upset to hear you talk about yourself like this,” Elijah insists, his playful smirk gone.
I feel a rush of emotions at their words—surprise, gratitude, and a flicker of hope. “I didn’t mean to… I just?—”
“Enough,” Elijah interrupts gently, but with conviction. “You’re going to eat some and then you’re going to find out what happens to bad girls that think badly of themselves.”
I blink in surprise, the playful glint in his eyes mixed with a seriousness that sends a shiver down my spine. “What do you mean?” I ask, curiosity piqued despite my apprehension.
He leans closer, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “You’ll see. But first, you need to enjoy this dessert.”
With a deep breath, I relent, opening my mouth as Elijah brings the fork to my lips. The rich chocolate melts on my tongue, and I can’t help but moan softly at the taste.
“See? Isn’t that better?” Elijah grins, clearly pleased with himself.
Ezra leans closer, his voice low and teasing. “Now, let’s see you finish it. We won’t let you off the hook that easily.”
As they continue to feed me the dessert, I feel a warmth spreading through me—not just from the sweet treat, but from their encouragement. In this moment, surrounded by their laughter and light-heartedness, I start to wonder if I might be able to let go of my worries, even if just for a little while.
For a moment, the three of us sit in comfortable silence, the weight of the day melting away in the warmth of their presence.The dessert is rich and indulgent, and I can’t help but let out a small hum of appreciation. Elijah grins, leaning forward slightly. “So, does this officially make us the best cooks you know?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re definitely in the top three.”
“Top three?” Ezra raises an eyebrow, feigning offense. “We’ll have to try harder next time.”
The night stretches on as the wine glasses empty and the candles burn low. By the time we finally leave the table, my heart feels lighter, the weight of the world held at bay by their quiet care and unwavering presence.
Elijah takes my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and leads me toward the couch. He nudges me down, his touch light but insistent. The cushions welcome me as I sink into them, the lingering scent of dinner still in the air.
“We need you, little bird. Please tell me you want us,” he pleads.
My heart races in my chest as I stare into his eyes, the hunger in his gaze mirroring the desire that burns within me. “I-I do,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I want both of you.”
“Then you’ll have us,uccellina.” He leans in, capturing my mouth with his in a searing kiss. His lips are soft yet demanding, and I can feel the fire igniting within me as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across my lower lip. I open for him, welcoming him in, and he explores my mouth with a fervor that steals my breath.
I feel Ezra behind me, his hands caressing my hips, drawing me back against his solid chest. He brushes my hair to the side, his lips trailing along the curve of my neck. The sensation of his mouth on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I moan into Elijah’s kiss, my body arching between them.
“Fuck, Wren. You’re so sexy,” Ezra murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing.
Elijah’s fingers trace a path from my jaw to the collar of my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He deftly undoes the buttons, exposing the black lace of my bra. With a groan of appreciation, he cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they’re hard and aching.
My breathing quickens as they work in perfect harmony, their hands and mouths exploring my body, stoking the flames of my desire. I feel like a goddess between them, their every touch a worship, their every kiss a prayer.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper, but they hear me, and they oblige. Elijah lifts me, his strong arms cradling me as he carries me to the bedroom. He lays me on the bed, and I watch, mesmerized, as they remove their clothes, their toned bodies revealed inch by tantalizing inch. They both have a smattering of ink along their chiseled chests and my fingers itch to trace the lines.
“Clothes off, little bird,” Elijah growls. Ezra helps me remove my clothes as his hands linger on my skin as though I’m something to be cherished.
My heart races as I feel the weight of their bodies join me on the bed. Their naked forms press against mine, warmth enveloping me like a soft blanket. I reach out, my fingers tracing the planes of their chests, the ridges of their abs, feeling the heat radiating from their skin.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Ezra murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down my chest. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my body. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear, “You’re ours, little bird.”
Elijah, not one to be outdone, moves closer, his hand reaching out to cup my breast. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it,” he says, a low growl that sends a thrill through me.
Their hard cocks rest against my thighs, a reminder of their desire, and I can’t help but squirm, my own need growing with every passing second. They shudder under my touch, their breaths ragged as they fight for control.
