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Oscar moves, his hands warm as they settle against my skin. He doesn’t need words to communicate. His touch says everything I need to know. His fingers move to the clasp of my bra, deft and unhurried, and as it falls away, I feel a rush of vulnerability. Archer’s lips find my neck almost immediately, trailing down my collarbone. His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes me gasp.
Oscar’s hand traces the curve of my spine as Archer murmurs against my skin. “So beautiful. So lucky that you are ours.” His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space between us anymore. I can feel the heat of their bodies against mine, the way their heartbeats race in time with mine. Oscar’s hands slide around my stomach, his fingers splaying across my skin as he presses himself against me. I shiver, a wave of need running through me. He signs something against my skin, his fingers moving in a way that made me feel seen… understood in a way only he ever can. I don’t need to see his hands to know what he’s saying—his touch speaks louder than words ever could.
Their hands seem to move in unison. Archer’s hands move to my pants, his eyes never leaving mine as he slides them down my legs. I feel more exposed than ever, but also more alive.
I need this… I need them.
Oscar’s hands move to my thighs, his touch warm and reassuring. He removed my underwear, and I feel a rush of heat as his hands slide up my legs, his touch sending sparks through me. Oscar’s hands are on me again, pulling me close as he kisses me deeply. His body presses against mine, and I can feel the hardness of him through the fabric of his pants. Archer shuffles down the bed, positioning himself in front of me between my parted legs. His eyes dark with desire as he stares up at me.
“You’re perfect, Lottie. Perfect for us. A perfect fit…” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His lips brush against the inside of my thigh, and I feel a jolt of pleasure before he’s even truly touched me.
Oscar’s hands never leave me, his touch grounding me as Archer’s lips move higher. I close my eyes, letting myself feel everything they are giving me. The warmth of their hands, the heat of their bodies, the way they make me feel so completely theirs… It’s dizzying.
Chapter 7
Oscar
Ican’t keep my hands off of her. I want to trace every curve and dip… every imperfection on her skin. I want to brand her as mine once and for all.
It’s been torture as I've watched Lottie dance over the last two years, every curve of her body moving as she lost herself to the music. It was art. She is art.
“I’ve got you, Siren. We’ve got you,”I sign against her skin, my hands moving slowly, hoping she can feel how much I love her.
Archer’s lips brush against her sensitive area, and I watch on, enraptured as she gasps, her hands tightening on the edge of the covers. He doesn’t stop. His touch seems gentle but insistent, and I watch her unravel under our joint attention. I can’t help myself. My hands move to her face, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her cheek, and I kiss her, soft and demanding, as I feel myself lose control like I always do around her.
Lottie pulls back, her lips moving.“Don’t stop.”
As if I ever had any intention of doing so.
Archer’s hands tighten on her thighs, his fingers creating little divots in her skin… marking her. he smiles, something filled with a promise as he says,“We won’t.”Then he looks at me, his dark eyes staring into mine.“I wish you could hear her little moans as she pants our names, brother. It’s sinful.”
My fingers brush over her pebbled nipples, and Lottie’s breath catches. I sign,“So beautiful.”Against her skin, but she doesn’t seem to register my words, too lost in how we’re making her feel.
“Lottie,”I sign, catching her attention.“We’ve got you. We’ll never let you fall. Let us take you away from all of this. Let us show you that we love you.”
My words are a promise, a vow. I trace my hands down her shoulders, tracing the curve of her neck before moving lower, my lips following. My stubble scrapes against her skin, and Lottie’s head tilts back, giving me more access. I take it eagerly, my mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. My hands are everywhere, exploring her body with a reverence that I hope shows that I feel like she’s the most precious thing in my world. My fingers brush over her collarbone, then down to her chest, where they linger on her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
I can feel the goosebumps covering her skin, the way she’s writhing under our touch. All of this speaks to me more than her words ever could. Yet there’s still nothing more that I could want than to hear how she sounds, hear her moan my name. Would it be sweet like I’ve always imagined it would be? Or would it be raspy, and filled with need?
Lottie gasps, drawing me away from my thoughts, and she arches into my touch.“What do you need?”I sign to her, needing her to tell me what she needs.
Lottie doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she reaches for Archer’s hand and guides it between her legs. Archer doesn’t hesitate; his fingers slip inside of her with a slow, deliberate motion that makes her mouth part. I watch them both with hungry eyes, my hands teasing her breasts, kneading them gently as Archer works our girl closer to the edge.
Lottie reaches for us both, pulling me down for a kiss that is allheat and need. It’s demanding, our tongues tangling as my hands never leave her body. I break the kiss, needing to see the way she’s reacting to Archer’s touch.
“I need you. Both of you,”she signs, her hands trembling.
Archer moves, his eyes telling me to trade places with him as we shed our clothes.
“Protection?”I ask, already reaching for the condoms I know Claire snuck into her nightstand.
Lottie shakes her head.“I’m protected. Let me feel you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I position myself between her legs, gathering her wetness on my fingers and using it to coat my cock. Archer moves beside her, his hand splaying over her skin as he teases her nipples with his mouth, his other hand wrapped around his cock.
I enter her slowly, giving her time to get used to me. I keep my eyes on her, making sure she feels every inch of me as I fill her for the first time.
It’s overwhelming in the best way possible—the way I fit inside of her, the way I want to worship her.
