Page 54 of Awakened Destiny
Callen moves behind me, his hands on my shoulders. "Tell us what you need, Brigid."
His breath tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations—Lochan's rough palms, Callen's nimble fingers.
"I need to feel... present. Real." I open my eyes, meeting Lochan's intense gaze. "Make me forget everything else."
Lochan leans in, his lips brushing mine. "We can do that."
The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in it. Callen's hands slide down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"Beautiful," Callen murmurs.
I break the kiss, turning to look at him.
"Both of you," I say. "I want to feel both of you."
Lochan growls low in his throat. "Tell us how."
I bite my lip, heat pooling low. "Touch me. Everywhere. Own me."
Callen's fingers find the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upward. "Like this?" he asks, voice husky.
I nod, lifting my arms as he pulls the fabric over my head. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver.
Lochan's eyes darken as he takes in my exposed flesh. His hands move to my waist, thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones. "And this?"
"Yes," I breathe.
They work in tandem, undressing me with aching slowness. Each brush of their fingers ignites sparks under my skin. Soon I'm standing naked before them, vulnerable yet empowered.
"You're gorgeous," Callen says, running a hand down my spine.
Lochan nods in agreement, his gaze hungry. "Perfect."
I reach for them, but Callen catches my wrists. "Not yet, darling. This is about you."
He guides me backwards until my legs hit the bed. I sit, looking up at them both still fully clothed.
"Lie back," Lochan commands softly.
I obey, my heart racing as they join me on the bed. Callen's lips find my neck while Lochan's hands explore my breasts.
"Oh," I gasp as Lochan's thumb brushes my nipple.
Callen chuckles against my skin. "Sensitive, are we?"
I nod, words failing me as their touches grow bolder. Lochan's mouth replaces his hand on my breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Callen's fingers trail lower, teasing along my inner thigh.
"Please," I whimper, the need for them tight in my core.
"Please what?" Callen asks, fingertips just barely brushing the sensitive place between my legs.
Suddenly, Callen pulls away. Before I can protest, he's tugging me across his lap.
"I think," he says, voice playful, "you need this first."
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack. I yelp, more from surprise than pain.
"Color?" Callen asks.
