Page 52 of Asphyxia
I sighed heavily, again opening my eyes to peer down at Dean, who still hadn’t moved. His gentle breaths caressed my skin as he slept soundly in my embrace.
My heart ached at the thought of losing either one of them. Adrian nearly ripped Dean away from me before I even had the chance to let myself love him.
I wanted to love Dean just as much as I knew I already loved Marcus, even if I hadn’t confessed it to him yet.
It was surreal—the feeling of loving two men at the same time, equally and unconditionally.
I felt teeth sink into my shoulder and hissed at the sensation, turning my head to glance back at Marcus.
“Right this second?” I whispered as he dragged his tongue over the marks he had left on my skin.
“Come on, kitten.” Marcus ground his hips against my back, sucking in a breath before releasing a deep groan. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You know I can’t resist a little begging, baby boy.”
Marcus dragged his lips along my shoulder before nipping and sucking on my neck.
I bit back a moan, sinking my teeth into my lower lip and giving Dean a gentle squeeze out of reflex.
I could feel the heat pooling in my lower belly as Marcus glided his hand down my side, over my bare ass cheek, and between my thighs, feeling his way up to my slick center.
“Please, Mads.” I could feel his warm breath caressing my ear as he murmured his plea, and I groaned, my cunt tensing from the arousal he was creating.
“But Dean,” I whispered, tilting my head back and angling my neck for him to explore further.
“He’ll wake up and fuck you after I’m done, but what I need right now is my kitten’s claws buried deep into my skin.” He growled, forcefully dragging me away from Dean and over his body to straddle his hips.
The chill from the cool air and losing Dean’s bodily warmth made me shiver and groan.
“Fuck you, Marcus, I was comfortable,” Dean mumbled into the sheets before rolling over, his back now facing us.
“Get comfortable later.” Marcus huffed a laugh, pulling my face down to his and driving his tongue deep into my mouth.
I framed my forearms on either side of his head, tongue tangling with his as I felt a warm hand slide down my back to give my ass a gentle squeeze.
I giggled against his lips, loving how playful Marcus had always been.
It was what drew me to him in the first place.
I don’t know why it took me this long to allow myself to love Marcus, but I’m glad I finally did.
“Nope,no,we’renotwatching that. Anything but that.” Marcus shook his head as he attempted to steal the TV remote from me.
I held it in my opposite hand, giggling like a child and stretching it as far away as possible while he reached across my body, pulling me tightly against him.
“Oh, come on, baby boy. Just once—for me?” I lifted my gaze to give him the saddest puppy dog eyes I have ever given someone—even Chyler—batting my lashes as innocently as possible.
“The sweet act can only work under certain circumstances, and this isn’t one of them. Now give me the remote—”
“Make me.” I breathed brazenly against his lips, just barely grazing them with mine.
“You really want to go there, kitten? Right fucking now?” Marcus met me with the same rapturous murmur.
His gaze fell to my lips as he swallowed, resisting the urge to give me exactly what I wanted—him.
“With you, Marcus? Always.” I always craved him.
We stayed there, locked in a moment of pure desire for one another, neither wanting to break the tether that pulled us even closer.
