At the same time.
My cheeks flush as my eyes cut back and forth between the two men. I can’t get a word out. Can’t think straight about what I’m agreeing to. Just that I want it. I want them. Both of them.
I nod, it’s the best I can do.
But there is no way this is happening. They hate each other. They won’t work together. They’ll fight, stir up drama, and stop this from happening in the end. This won’t end up happening.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I watch them both inch toward me. I don’t know who to look at. I don’t know where to look. They both prowl, both walk toward me like they know exactly what to do with my body.
But the problem is, Ambrose hasn’t touched me since I fell for Nyx, and Nyx hasn’t touched me since he fell for Amora. For that reason alone, I should stop this from happening.
This can’t happen.
It would be wrong, especially if we survive this.
Odds are we won’t. That’s the comfort I keep repeating to myself.
I’m leaning against the wall, gripping onto the thin blanket like my life depends on it. There is no comfortable bed for us to fuck in. There will be nothing comfortable about this. It doesn’t change what I want, though.
I want them.
Both of them.
As much as I know in my heart that Ambrose is my mate, I, too, want more proof than what the seers have said. It’s been so long since I’ve been with either of them, maybe this will remind me why Ambrose is my mate.
Or confuse me further into thinking that Nyx should be my mate, my subconscious says to me.
Stop thinking.
This isn’t about thinking.
This is about controlling my own destiny.
This is about pleasure.
This is about us.
The men stop, both towering over me, and I’m eye level with both of their cocks.
I stare at Ambrose’s; it feels safer, as his is still covered by his shorts. While Nyx’s is on full display.
Both extend their hands to me, and I hesitate.
Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to ask them to do this for me?
This is insane.
I can feel Nyx’s intense stare, and I look up at him. “Slip into his mind—now.”
My chest heaves at that. I want to tell him no. He doesn’t get to boss me around. But that serious gleam in his eyes, the one that says defy me and find out, has me slipping into Ambrose’s mind so fucking fast I feel dizzy.
“I want you, love. I want to fuck you. You aren’t coercing me. I don’t care that I’m fucking you at the same time that Ambrose is. I just want you to feel the most pleasure you can. Don’t you dare for a second think otherwise.”
“I want this, too. I want you, anyway I can get you. While I’d prefer to have you on my own in a big, comfortable bed, I’m not going to deny myself this. And I’m definitely not going to deny you. I’d never deny you. You deserve the world—let me give it to you,”Ambrose says.
I shudder at both of their words. I’m going to regret my decision in the best possible way.
Nyx takes my hand in his, wrapping his fingers around mine. He lifts my palm to his lips and kisses me tenderly on the center of my palm.