Taryn
I couldn’t breathe in this dream.
Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two impossible pulls.
Caz’s fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed down my throat, his voice a low growl against my skin. Gavin’s strong hands slid along my waist, his lips brushing my spine, grounding me in a love that had always felt safe.
But none of this felt safe.
It felt like burning alive in a pleasure I couldn’t control.
Caz’s eyes—those molten gold irises—met mine as he pushed me back, his voice a whisper. “You’re mine, Taryn.”
“No,” Gavin murmured from behind me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “She’s always been mine.”
Their voices collided. So did their bodies.
And I was in between—torn, shaking, gasping their names.
I climaxed in the dream, my body writhing in satin sheets, heart slamming as if
