Page 81 of Temptation
Dylan stood next to the wall, his eyes needy and glassy, reflecting back at mine. I leaned to the side and turned on the bedside lamp and pushed myself further to the headboard of the bed. The smirk on Ash’s face zapped right to my core, and as he led Dylan to the bed, my chest heaved, the anticipation killing me.
“What are you going to do to us?” I asked, looking straight at him. A predatory look took over his entire face as he grabbed Dylan by the neck and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. I wanted them with me—both of them. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this, but since that night in the catacombs, I knew that we all needed each other.
We needed to mend our broken pieces together. Each of us held something that the other one needed.
“Get on the bed,” Ash instructed Dylan, softly pushing him toward me.
I could see the need in Dylan’s eyes, and I could also see the insecurities running through his mind. This might not have been what he wanted, but it was what he needed—what all three of us needed.
I sat on my knees and extended my hand toward Dylan. He looked vulnerable, so small, almost afraid of what was happening, but I knew he yearned for this—for this connection, for this beautiful, violent bond we all shared.
Flames danced over Ash’s face as he observed the two of us, and when Dylan finally placed his hand in mine, my fingers wrapped around his. My body already knew what it wanted, what was always the right thing to do, even if my mind tried telling me different things.
Minds were peculiar things—rational thoughts sometimes kept us from what our souls truly craved, just because we feared that society wouldn’t accept who we truly were. Besides, who the fuck cared what was wrong and what was right?
Someone, somewhere, said that loving two people was wrong, that our hearts weren’t big enough for more than one person, but they were wrong. They were so fucking wrong because my heart didn’t belong to me anymore.
It belonged to them, to my beautiful, messy guys. They weren’t without fault. They weren’t angels, but I knew they would do anything to keep me safe—to keep us safe. They weren’t what I had in mind. They weren’t exactly part of my plan, but if I had to go through those horrors again just so that I could be here in this room with them, I would.
“Dylan,” I murmured as he placed one of his knees on the bed. “Come to me, baby,” I cooed. “Come on.”
That was all he needed—an invitation, for someone to tell him it was okay. And it was more than okay.
After all this time, tonight was the first time that I felt whole. I belonged to them, and they belonged to me.
They captured me in a different way. One with his wickedness, the other one with his soft touches, but they captured me, nonetheless. Maybe we would all burn in flames for what we were about to do, but I couldn’t care about the consequences anymore.
I’ve spent half of my life being a perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect friend, and a perfect girlfriend, always careful not to step on any toes. Careful not to offend anyone.
I was done pretending. I was done living my life for other people.
Wrapping my hand around the back of Dylan’s neck, I pulled him to me, meshing our lips together. We moaned at the same time, the sound ripping from my chest as if it just waited to be released. His tongue on mine, dancing to the songs of our desire, and I pressed my chest to his, my nipples grazing those hard muscles.
“Little One,” he breathed out between kisses. My eyes fluttered closed, and I surrendered to the here and now. My muscles went lax, my heart stuttered in my chest, and all the pieces of the puzzle finally came together.
Sinners, saints, lovers, and villains—we were all four. We were the best possible thing that happened to some people, and the worst one to others. Nobody lived long in Winworth and remained pure.
We all played a part, and somewhere along the way, I knew that all three of us lost our hearts to each other.
I opened my eyes, seeing Ash standing next to the bed, stroking himself as Dylan and I kissed. I extended my hand to him, calling him, urging him to get to us. He started this, and all three of us were going to finish it.
Ash dropped the toy and the lube on top of the bed, while Dylan’s lips went down my neck, biting, licking, and kissing the sensitive skin. Fire crackled over my flesh, and like a man possessed, Dylan slid down my body and started pushing me down, holding one hand to my chest.
Shock waves ran through me, my soul singing, my heart weeping from joy, thundering against my ribcage. Ash sat on the bed, lust seeping through every pore of his skin, while the bead of precum slid over the head of his cock.
My tongue ran over my lips, wishing it was there to catch it. The bastard smirked, seeing the look on my face, and we both knew what I wanted.
Dylan slid all the way to my center, leaving wet kisses over my stomach, until he reached my pelvic bone. My hips rose of their own volition, my pussy spasming, yearning for his touch.
“Dylan–”
“Shhh, Little One,” he murmured, flicking one of my nipples. A zap of electricity traveled over my spine, connecting with the needy bubble in my lower stomach.
Ash moved toward my head just as Dylan’s hand disappeared between my legs, caressing my inner thighs, then my hips, everywhere but where I needed him the most.
“Dylan!” I screamed, feeling the wetness on my thighs. “Please.”
I didn’t have to wait too long.
