Page 49 of Charged By the Razorbacks

He crossed the space fast, without hesitation, his hands finding her hips, pulling her into him with a certainty that sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through her.

His mouth came down on hers, and she met him instantly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, pulling him closer as her body aligned with his without thought.

Jarek pressed in behind her a second later, his mouth finding her neck, his presence different—hotter, rougher, grounding in a way that made her breath catch.

Yeah.

This. This was the problem. And it was a good one to have.

“Bed,” she murmured against Aleksy’s mouth.

He didn’t argue.

He moved with her instead, guiding her back until the mattress caught behind her legs. She sat, then let herself fall back, her hair spreading across the pillows as she looked up at them.

Jarek stripped his shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. Aleksy followed more slowly, controlled even now, but she could see it in him—the restraint thinning, the control slipping.

They came onto the bed together, and the space shifted again. It became warmer, and somehow fuller. Aleksy settled between her thighs, his weight braced carefully as his hands moved over her skin, not taking, not claiming—learning.

Jarek leaned over her, his mouth finding hers again, slower this time, deeper, his hand sliding along her side, anchoring her there.

Tamsin’s breath caught.

Her hands moved between them, touching where she needed, grounding herself in the contrast between them.

Aleksy—steady, deliberate, controlled. Jarek—heat, instinct, pressure. Both exactly what she wanted.

“Don’t make me wait,” she said softly.

Aleksy’s mouth brushed her skin. “We’re not.”

But he didn’t rush. His mouth settled over her, making her cry out. His tongue swept across her, taking every drop of liquid their touch drew from her body. His hand moved lower, pressing two fingers into her, building instead of taking, drawing her up slowly, her body tightening under the pressure as sensation layered, her breath coming faster, her back arching into him.

Jarek’s hand followed, firmer, pulling something sharper from her, his mouth at her ear.

“Are you close, sweetness?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I am.”

Aleksy stayed with her, steady, controlled, drawing her higher until her body couldn’t hold it anymore. When she came, it wasn’t sudden.

It was inevitable.

Her body tightened, her breath breaking as the release rolled through her, sharp and deep and impossible to contain. She cried out Aleksy’s name as he took her through the orgasm and out the other side, his mouth leaving her until she dropped back against the mattress, her breath coming in pants.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Jarek shifted above her, his gaze dropping to hers.

“You ready for me?” he asked.

Her lips curved, pulse racing. “Oh, baby, I am more than ready to take you.”

He moved then, pressing into her slowly, letting her feel it, her body opening without hesitation, welcoming him as her breath caught again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered.

He didn’t. His control snapped, his movement deepening, building quickly from measured to powerful as she met him, matched him, her body rising to meet every shift.

Aleksy moved closer beside her, his hand caressing her breasts, his mouth at her shoulder, grounding her as the rhythm locked between them. Strong and intentional.