“What do you want, love?”Nyx says. He angles his head as he says it, demanding more of my skin to kiss and giving Ambrose less of me. Ambrose doesn’t let him bother him, though, as he kisses down my collarbone and over the top of my breast through the T-shirt I’m wearing.
Both men inch closer until their bodies are pressed against each side of me.
I gasp as I feel how hard both of them are. Nyx’s cock is hard against my stomach, my shirt the only thing separating us. But Ambrose’s is equally hard through his pants.
Gods, what have I gotten myself into?
“I want you both. In every way, you can have me. I give you both full control of my body, of my pleasure. Fuck me,”I say.
“Good girl,”Nyx says, before he drops, kneeling down.
My eyes follow him down, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything sexier than him kneeling in front of me. His dark eyes full of dirty promises. Ambrose turns my head, demanding my kiss as I feel Nyx trail kisses from my ankle up my leg.
Their competitive nature will work in my favor. Both of them are trying to one-up each other. But for once, it doesn’t feel like a competition to me. I don’t have to choose one over the other. I don’t have to claim one as my mate. I don’t have to say I love you to either. I get to have them both. Mate, lover. Love and lust. I get both.
Nyx kisses up to the hem of my shirt before his hands dive under, pushing the fabric up in a desperate desire to feel more of my skin.
I reach my hand down to tangle in Nyx’s hair, but Ambrose grabs my arms and pushes them over my head as he kisses me aggressively in a claiming manner.
I laugh against his lips at his surprising behavior.“I thought you were okay with sharing?”
His tongue sweeps in my mouth again, making me forget the words I was thinking. My entire body heats, and wetness pools between my thighs.
“Doesn’t mean I’m okay with you touching him while I’m kissing you,”he growls in my head, never stopping the kiss.
“She doesn’t have to be touching me to be thinking about me, asshole,”Nyx mutters as he hikes my shirt up my thigh, trailing kisses up the tender flesh on the inside of my thigh as he inches his way higher and higher.
Ambrose growls—it’s a deep-rooted growl that vibrates through my mind and settles into my core, setting me ablaze. Until Nyx growls his own response that sweeps through me like a winter storm.
“Shirt,”Nyx growls at Ambrose as he pushes my shirt up as high as he can reach from where he’s kneeling.
Ambrose grabs the hem and pauses his kisses long enough to pull it over my head.
Both men halt, eyes dragging over my bare body. Nyx from his kneeling position, and Ambrose takes a step back to admire me.
Heat creeps up my face as my gaze sweeps from one man to the other.
“Like what you see?”I ask, teasing them both.
“So fucking much, love.”
“Divine, my queen.”
And then they attack, like they’ve been starving in a desert and I’m the water they’ve been seeking. Neither are gentle, and both grip my body like they are the only one touching me.
Nyx’s hands wrap around my hips, and he dives between my thighs, his tongue licking up my seam and splitting me apart with that kiss.
Ambrose demands my lips, my gaze, my attention. He kisses me so hard that I know my lips are going to be swollen in the morning. He’s never kissed me like this.
But then Nyx hits that sweet spot between my legs, the one that’s been aching ever since their first touch. And I lose whatever control I thought I had on my body.
The sound that leaves my body is a mix between a whimper and a moan. It’s loud and obnoxious. And it makes both men grin against my body.
“What do you want, love?”Nyx says. I’m surprised that Ambrose hasn’t locked Nyx out so that he can’t speak to me anymore. But then he’d just speak to me out loud, and we all have an unspoken agreement not to speak out loud. Not to give Isolde anything.
“More,”I whisper back.
Nyx and Ambrose’s eyes meet, and I hear their whispers to each other in Ambrose’s mind. Words that I’m dying to hear, but they don’t share with me. It’s incredible to see them getting along like this, working together.