5. Touch Me Sweetly
1625 Words
ASHELENE
I didn’t mean to whisper it, but it came out in a breath, anyway. Soft, delicious, wicked.
I felt wicked. I felt desired. I felt like I had been waiting for this moment all my life... I knew it was foolish, but there it was. Their look, their touches... it did something to me.
“I don’t know. Everything…”
The words tasted like panic and hope at the same time. I stepped back, putting space between us. So that I could actually breathe, think. At the speed this was going, I was going to lose every shard of rational thought I had left…
And that never ended well for me. I knew that. I had always known that my sensible side died the moment I was drunk, but I wasn't drunk anymore, not on alcohol anyway.
I was drunk on these two rogues.
"At least you know that," Mei snarked inside me, her tone sharp as claws.
“Oh, now you’re concerned about rationality?”
“I’m always sensible,” she sniffed, haughty as f**k. This stupid wolf. “Unlike you.”
“Shut up, Mei. I saw the way you moaned when they touched me.”
She had the good sense to look ashamed.
Neon’s eyes glowed, following every twitch of my body like he was memorising it.
“Everything it is,” he murmured, lips curling into that wicked, slow smile that was equal parts dangerous and unfairly attractive.
Goddess, this wolf was absolutely preposterous and dirty-mouthed… and I liked everything about him.
Rhett stepped closer, head tilting as he studied me. “What is that look?”
“What look?” I asked with a frown, wondering what he was talking about.
“When you think no one is watching.” His hands found my waist, warm, steady. “You get this look in your eyes… like an animal caught in a trap. This is not a trap.”
I froze, my breath stalling.
Of course, he saw it. It looked like nothing got past him. He was curious... sharp... smart. Which was a dangerous combination.
Rhett must have felt the shift, because he immediately lifted his hands away from me. Neon stepped back too, eyes wide on mine, exploring.
“Hey.” Rhett’s voice softened, deep and grounding. “Like we said… if you decide no, we will go. We’re not doing this unless you want it. Unless you absolutely want it.”
My eyes lifted to his, and something inside me settled. Their restraint. Their sincerity. It cut straight through the confusion... that clamored over the need. I wanted them, but the confusion was like a second skin to me, and I wore it closer, always, just to hide myself from anything that could potentially hurt me.
“Rhett?”
“Yes, Ash?”
“I said I wanted everything. And I meant it.” My breath trembled, but my voice didn’t. “Thank you for asking, though. Thank you for taking your time to make sure I am still alright.”
His smile was a slow, dangerous thing. Beautiful. Sharp. Made of heat. He stepped into me, pressing me gently back toward the wall with a slow, deliberate glide of muscle.
Neon’s eyes burned like coals as he watched.
“Hands up,” Rhett commanded softly.
My arms rose before thought could catch them. Something in me liked obeying him… too much. I had never been so obedient, so submissive, but with him, with them, I had a feeling I could be... I could let them take control, and I would still be in control.
It was strange, trusting two men in a foreign city, but I trusted him. That was why they were here...
Rhett pinned my wrists lightly above my head, close enough that his body heat seeped through my clothes but not close enough to touch where I wanted. His lips brushed my jaw, a ghost of a kiss. His breath shook.
“I’m craving this kiss.”
Then his mouth claimed mine. It was slow and sinful. Torturously deep. He kissed like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to taste me, every inch of me.
Neon’s breath hitched. “f**k…”
Rhett finally pulled back, leaving me shaking. I wasn’t even sure my legs worked anymore.
“That’s the best kiss I’ve ever had,” Mei announced smugly. "Next to the wolf's."
And she was right. For a flicker... I thought of Adrian...and then quickly pushed it back.
Rhett stepped back just enough for Neon to move in.
Neon didn’t hesitate. He leaned, pressed and devoured.
His lips crashed against mine, hungry, possessive. His hands traced my arms, my back, gripping my wrists with a dominance that made heat pool low in my stomach. He kissed like he wanted to ruin me.
A moan tore out of me.
Rhett groaned behind me. “You sound perfect.”
Neon’s mouth curved against mine. “She tastes perfect.”
Then everything blurred—hands, mouths, heat—until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began. My skin burned. My thoughts vanished. My body begged.
Rhett pressed against my back, breath harsh. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I want more.” My voice broke into a plea, my body trembling. “This hasn’t even started, Rhett. I want more. I want your mouth on my p***y… and I want Neon’s c**k in my hands.”
They groaned—deep, guttural, feral.
Neon tilted my chin toward him. “Good girl.”
My knees nearly buckled.
“No,” Rhett growled, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. “Very bad girl.”
I wrapped around him instinctively, feeling every line of muscle. Even through his shirt, he radiated heat, a furnace pressed against my skin.
He laid me gently on the bed.
My breath stuttered when he ripped his shirt off—slow, purposeful, his eyes locked on mine like he wanted to watch my reaction.
Ink sprawled across his chest, a bird mid-flight—beautiful and dangerous.
“f**k,” I whispered. “You’re…”
“Handsome?” he supplied with a smirk.
Before I could answer, Neon tugged his own shirt off slowly—giving me exactly the strip show he’d teased about. Corded muscles, a tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon, shadows sculpting every hard line.
“Beautiful,” I breathed.
He grinned. “Now you’re the only one still dressed. And I don’t like that.”
“Then come take it off,” I challenged.
They did, like I had handed them a command.
Neon unbuttoned my gown with deliberate slowness, grazing the backs of his fingers along my spine. Rhett slid the fabric off my shoulders, his fingers lingering… teasing… testing.
A moan escaped before I could stop it.
“Goddess,” Rhett whispered, staring openly when I was left in just my underwear. “You’re beautiful.”
He cupped my breast gently at first, as if asking permission. My sharp moan gave it. He groaned and kneaded, thumb circling my n****e until I trembled.
“Everything about you is beautiful,” he murmured.
Neon joined him, his hand covering my other breast. They moved in perfect synchrony—Rhett taking my left side, Neon my right—touching me like they’d practiced on my body a thousand times.
Their mouths trailed fire across my neck, collarbone, shoulders. Neon whispered praises that made warmth unfurl in my stomach. Rhett whispered filthy promises that made me clench around nothing.
“I love the way your body reacts,” Neon murmured against my skin. “Such a good girl.”
"I have never been a good girl," I whispered. "But I would be for you."
The dynamic shifted—Neon teasing, coaxing, pushing the edges of my sanity; Rhett grounding, commanding, touching with purpose.
Rhett’s hand slid down my waist. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
Neon laughed softly in my ear. “She doesn’t want slow. Do you?”
“No,” I gasped. "No. Fast."
Rhett pressed his forehead to mine. “Then say it clearly.”
“I want both of you. Now.”
Their growl echoed through the room—raw, hungry, a sound that made my whole body react.
Their hands moved lower and I arched, seeking their touch.
Neon’s mouth brushed my ear. “We’re going to take care of you.”
Rhett’s voice followed, gravelly and sincere. “We’re going to make sure you remember this birthday for the rest of your life.” His fingers pulled my panties off, and then he was tracing the insides of my thighs, making me groan.
"Now," I begged, and with a dark chuckle, his finger flicked against my cl.it. I groaned, loud, louder, my voice ringing inside the room.
Neon watched my every movement, every flicker of pain and pleasure. He looked like he was enjoying just looking at me enjoying Rhett's touch.
"So f*****g gorgeous..." Neon grunted as Rhett plunged a finger into my pus.sy, finally, finally giving me what I had wanted. I arched, screamed, my breath breaking in the silence. I thrashed as he pushed another finger in, slowly moving in and out, taking his sweet time as Neon's finger played with my breasts.
The heat built—deep, overwhelming—until pleasure snapped through me, blinding and raw.
"Rhett..." I screamed his name as I exploded. With a satisfied smirk, Rhett moved, looking at me.
"And?"
I licked my lips. "Not enough."
Neon laughed. "I like you, Ash. Now, it's my turn to eat you out."
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