The softest of moans pushes through my lips.
“Gods, I want you,”he says in Ambrose’s mind.
Ambrose takes my other hand. His touch isn’t quite as bold as Nyx’s. His touch isn’t as familiar. He moves a fraction of a second slower, like he has all the time in the world. Slowly, he cups my hand, lifting it to his lips as if he’s about to drink from my hand, and then kisses the center of my palm.
Another shudder races through me. My mind is already comparing the two men. Thinking about who touched me better, who had the better kiss, who do I want more.
“Don’t compare us. Don’t even think about the word mate. This isn’t about that, not for us,”Nyx says as he steps into my space. He pulls hard, lifting me to my feet.
“Agreed, don’t compare us,”Ambrose says, stepping forward so that each man is standing so that they are straddling a leg. I feel both of their hot breaths on my neck. I feel the draw to both of their bodies.
“Besides, if you did, I’d win hands down,”Nyx says.
I’m about to chastise him for his comments when Ambrose fires right back.“Like hell she would, blood-sucker. She’s mine.”
And then Ambrose kisses me. Without thought. Without awkwardness. He leans into the kiss in an all-consuming way. He devours me, angling my head so that he can kiss me deeper and harder than he’s ever kissed me before.
That ancient, earthy scent invades my nostrils, a hungry fire that burns through my body. His scent is strong, comforting, and overwhelming. The kind that says this is who I am, and I won’t apologize for it.
I open my eyes and see Nyx smirking at me. As if this was his plan all along.
“Asshole,”I say to Nyx through Ambrose’s mind, knowing that Ambrose can hear me as well.
“Definitely,”Nyx says, grabbing Ambrose’s bicep. He pulls him back, stepping into the space that Ambrose had just occupied. Ambrose grunts, but otherwise allows Nyx to take the space that Ambrose was just standing in, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.
Nyx doesn’t hesitate. His hand comes up to the nape of my neck, his finger tangling in the base of my hair as he presses his entire body against me, kissing me.
Icy cold alights the spots that Ambrose just heated to fire-level temperatures. My entire body chills in the most delicious way as his tongue separates my lips, allowing him entry into my mouth.
He pushes against my body until my back hits the wall behind me, and I’m thoroughly pinned to the spot.
“Her back, you asshole,”Ambrose shouts in my mind, trying to pull Nyx off me.
Nyx doesn’t budge. His lips release me, but his arm cages me in, staring at me like he’s waiting for me to tell Ambrose that he didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite.
“You two are going to be the death of me,”I say through the bond.
“That’s the plan, love. If we die together in blissful fucking, I couldn’t think of a better way to die,”Nyx says.
“Is your back okay?”Ambrose ignores Nyx.
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to feel pain when either of you is kissing me. I want more. Are you up for the challenge?”I purr.
Nyx leans in and immediately kisses my neck. I throw my head back, giving him more space to kiss me. Before I can even process what’s happening, Ambrose is kissing the other side of my neck.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be real.
“It’s fucking real, love,”Nyx growls into my mind while he nibbles on my earlobe.
I close my eyes, trying to relax as I let myself feel this moment. With both of them kissing me at the same time, it’s easy to compare them.
Nyx’s kisses are purposeful, demanding, fleeting—like he thinks every kiss is going to be his last and he can’t get enough of me.
Ambrose’s kisses are tender, claiming, possessive—like he hates sharing me, but will to bring me pleasure even though each kiss is him claiming me as his.
Fire on one side. Ice on the other.
Two completely different men. Different alphas. Different styles. And for one night, I get them both.