Sophia stirred awake. She tried to shift to her side, but felt trapped. Her breaths came out shallow as her nose pressed against something hard. Confused, she opened her eyes to discover what was restricting her.
Her gaze fell on a hard, muscular chest. She attempted to turn away, only to find herself facing another identical chest that was just as muscular and just as hard.
Then it all came back to her.
Oh, right. She had been forced to go to sleep with both Ronan and Matthew. She never imagined she'd find herself in a situation like this, sandwiched between her two mates. The scent of their skin was overwhelming, and her fingers itched to touch them, to trace every ridge and valley of their ripped bodies.
Her breaths grew hotter, and it only worsened when one of them wrapped an arm around her.
"Guys, I can't breathe," she whined softly, giving a slight push to the one in front of her. Which one was he?
