The words lingered in the thick, heavy air, charged with an energy that hummed beneath their skin. Tristan's lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low growl. "All of you, Mila. Every inch.
Mila's pulse raced, her breath quickening as Tristan's warm breath sent shivers down her spine. Her thighs pressed tightly together when she felt the ache between them, undeniable as her wetness began to trickle down.
Chad's sharp eyes caught her little action immediately and turned dark with hunger. "Oh no, princess, you don't get to hide that from us," he rumbled, his voice thick with craving as he firmly pulled her legs apart.
Her gaze locked onto his, and she saw the raw, unrelenting desire burning within... It was there that she knew she was their obsession. Their prize. The one thing they couldn't have enough of, the one thing they needed to claim, possess, and taste. Both of them wanted her, no, needed her, in a way that only those of their world could understand
"Chad…" Mila whispered, but her words were stolen by his lips crashing against hers in a kiss so full of hunger, it felt as though it might consume her whole.
Tristan's hand found hers, his fingers gripping her tightly, as if marking her, staking his claim. "We've waited too long for this." he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Mila's body already heating under the intensity of their presence but still holding back. Chad's hand moved down her side, mapping her curves with a possessive touch, claiming her inch by inch.
"I've never felt anything like this," Chad murmured, his voice laced with darkness. You'll remember this night, Mila," Chad said, his voice a low growl, his breath hot against her skin. "Not just because of what we'll do to you—but because tonight, we'll make sure you never forget why you're ours. Only ours. No one else will touch you like we do."
Mila's breath hitched, her heartbeat drumming in her ears as the weight of their words sank in. They weren't just claiming her body, they were marking her very soul. And she loved every moment of it.
Chad's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth scraping her skin in a way that was almost painful, but it was ta pain that made her moan with pleasure. Tristan's hands were everywhere, his touch light but purposeful, as though testing the waters before diving deeper.
"Let go, Mila, stop holding back" Tristan's voice was low and teasing, but there was an edge to it, demanding, possessive.
As if it were an unspoken command, Mila opened herself fully to them, exposing everything she was. The sight of her surrender left both men momentarily stunned.
"You're so beautiful," Chad whispered reverently.
"My angel," Tristan echoed, his voice heavy with emotion.
Their eyes met above her, and in that silent exchange, something unspoken passed between them. A mutual understanding, each of them driven by the same dark need. Tonight, they would claim her entirely.
Chad slid his hand between her legs, his fingers brushing against her skin with a slow, deliberate strokes. "We've both wanted this for too long, princess. I'm going to make you beg for it," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Tristan's lips curled into a wicked smile, his hand sliding down her body, following the path Chad had just left. "Not before I do," he teased, but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes, he wasn't joking. He was determined.
Both men worked her body in unison, their touches designed to drive her to the brink.
Mila could feel the heat rising between her legs and getting wetter with every statement the two men makes.
"Boys…" Mila whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, just take me now."
Both men froze, their eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. Her plea shattered the last of their restraint. Chad kissed her fiercely, leaving no room for hesitation. Tristan's lips trailed down her body, leaving a path of heat. There was only one thing left to do: CLAIM HER.
They moved with purpose, their touches consuming her completely. Chad's hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as his mouth descended, tasting her with ravenous hunger.
"You're fucking perfect," Chad muttered, his voice thick with desire. "So tight. So, fucking beautiful."
Mila cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. She was lost in the sensation, her body responding to him, needing him. Tristan watched with a dark smile, his hand stroking her skin soothingly.
Tristan took his turn slid down her body, his hands roaming over her skin with a possessive touch. He moved lower, his lips following the path his hands had taken, until he was between her thighs. "I want to taste you so badly" he whispers, his breath hot against her skin, he moved up and his mouth pressed over her core, tasting her with the same obsession, the same hunger and he realized that he was starving. Tristan's tongue working her in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Mila's cries filled the room as her body surrendered, the tension within her snapping as she came undone. Tristan didn't stop until he had tasted every last drop, his lips and tongue relentless as he licked her clean.
Chad smirked as he watched Tristan. "Think you've outdone me, brother?" he teased darkly.
Tristan glanced up, his lips curling into a devilish grin. "We'll see about that."
"Why don't we let Mila decide?" Tristan replied with a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with challenge.
But before she could catch her breath, Tristin positioned himself underneath her. "There's no need for words," he growled, his voice raw with need. "Ready Chad?"
Chad knew what that meant and positioned himself between Mila and Tristan's legs. He leaned forward and gave Mila a feather light kiss and whisper. "Breath Princess, you need to relax all your muscles and just feel…" he position his tip in front of her entrance and push in slightly, he moved out again and with one thrust he pushed in until he was fully inside her.
"Ahhh…" Mila cried out. "Chad…" she whispers out of breath again.
Chad started to thrust in and out slowly until Mila has adjusted to his size. "You're ready Tristan?" He asks looking down at him.
"Indeed, I am" Tristan said with a mischievous grin and he position his tip also at Mila's entrance.
Mila's eyes grew wide when she realized what actually is happening. "I won't be able to take both of you you're too big, I could barely take Chad.
"Relax, princess," Chad murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let us take care of you." He pulled back slightly, his movements slow, teasing, as if testing her limits. Mila gasped, her body tightening, but Tristan's hand on her hip steadied her.
"Trust us," Tristan whispered, his voice a low growl against her neck. Tristan pushed his tip and when he was inside both Chad and Tristan thrust in and out together. They moved as one, their rhythm perfectly synchronized, drawing her deeper into a world of overwhelming pleasure.
They pushed her further, deeper, until she was lost in a world of pure ecstasy. Mila moaned and screamed their names in pure pleasure and both the boys grew harder the more she showed them how much she enjoyed it and with every thrust each of them gave her was a sign of the love they shared and a bond that they created that grew stronger and stronger.
As the final wave of pleasure crashed over her, Chad and Tristan couldn't hold it either and both explode and at that moment Mila felt the bond between them and there was no room for doubt now, they were bound together by more than just desire. They were united in their obsession, in their need for each other.
And as they collapsed beside her, their bodies still thrumming with the intensity of what had just happened, Mila knew one thing for sure.
They were both hers. Completely.
And they would never let her go.
As she lay there trembling between them, her body slick with sweat and sated beyond anything she'd ever experienced. The room was silent except for the sound of their labored breathing, the aftermath of their shared obsession vibrating in the heavy air. Chad pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his lips warm and possessive, while Tristan's hand slid over her stomach, grounding her.
Just as her eyes began to flutter shut, lulled by the warmth of their bodies and the exhaustion threatening to pull her under, Chad's phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand. He tensed, the softness in his expression replaced by a dark, calculating edge. Tristan sat up immediately, his hand still protectively on Mila, his jaw tightening as Chad grabbed the phone.
"Who is it?" Tristan asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Chad's lips pressed into a thin line as he read the message. When he finally spoke, his tone was cold, lethal.
"They've found you..."