Chapter 20

TWENTY

Emma's heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, and the air seemed to thicken around her. She lay there, tangled in sweaty sheets, her chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath.

The door creaked open, and in an instant, the sensitive moment shattered like glass.

Chris stood in the doorway, his expression shifting from surprise to anger in the blink of an eye.

In her haste to cover herself, Emma fumbled with the sheets, her cheeks burning and no doubt a deep shade of crimson. Heat pooled in her stomach as she worried what he might say after having been in. similar, but less intense, situation just days before.

"Chris," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I—I can explain."

Chris's jaw clenched, and she could practically feel his icy stare boring into her. "Explain what, Emma?"

Slowly, Chris approached the bed, every step he took an eternity. His voice wavered, a mix of shock and betrayal that cut her to the core. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. They were supposed to be a team, a unit. She couldn't lose his trust, not now.

Swallowing her pride, Emma met his gaze, her hazel eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "This. Alex and I. It wasn't something we planned." But even as the words left her lips, she knew how hollow they sounded. It was exactly what it looked like—she'd crossed a line she had no business crossing.

Chris's fists clenched at his sides, and Emma braced herself for the worst. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, every syllable carried the weight of the world.

"I thought . . . " he trailed off, clearing his throat. "Maybe Liam was right."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he said you might be the one we've waited for."

AsChris's words sank in, understanding dawned on Emma. The revelation brought both relief and a newfound appreciation for these men. Her expression softened, her hazel eyes swirling with a mix of gratitude and admiration. She let the sheet slip from her body, revealing her slender naked form.

When she walked closer,Chris's tense posture visibly tensed further. His eyes raked over her, hunger and desire flaring within their depths as if he longed to taste every inch of her, to claim her as his own.

But he didn't move closer.

In one fluid motion, Emma closed the distance between them. Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his unyielding frame down to hers, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The heat that had been simmering between them erupted into an inferno, consuming any remaining hesitation.

Chris growled into the kiss, his restraint shattering like glass. His hands roamed her body, molding her naked body to his. Their tongues danced in a passionate tango, each stroke a promise of pleasures to come .

As their kisses deepened, Emma feltChris's hardness pressed against her stomach. Moaning into his mouth, she wound her fingers in his short hair, encouraging him to deepen the connection.

Chris's hands roamed over her body with a newfound urgency, as if he couldn't get enough of her. Emma responded in kind, her senses heightened by desire and adrenaline. She craved more, needed more.

Breaking away from the kiss, Chris trailed hot kisses down her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing and kneading them until she arched against him with a gasp.

"Chris," she whispered, suddenly remembering Alex. He was far from forgettable, but getting swept up in Chris stole her thoughts. "Alex?"

Alex was behind her then, his hand running over the curve of her back to stop on her ass. He whispered into her ear, the words a sensual glide. "This is fine. We share what we have and have always wanted this. Us. A woman. Together."

Alex's hand somehow found a way to slip between them and slide forward to slip into her wetness, stroking slower than he had moments before but still pulling her arousal forward.

Chris's muscular body pressed against hers, his scent of sandalwood and sweat intoxicating. He ground against her, the rough texture of his pants against her inner thigh a sinful temptation of what was to come. His tongue traced the shell of her ear as a hand slipped around her, pulling her closer.

Her nails raked downChris's back, leaving shallow scratch marks behind that he didn't seem to mind. Alex's perfect fingers left her core then, cupping her round ass cheeks before sliding his erection against her ass.

"You're going to have a very small window to tell us to stop, Emma." Chris's words came out ragged, as if it took all the will power in his body to give her the choice.

Every fiber in her body was alive with desire. Chris's question, his request for consent momentarily trapped her inside her mind, not her body.

She'd never been with two men together—never mind two who could clearly bring her to orgasm all on their own. A shiver of delight mixed with a slight worry. Not that they'd hurt her, but that she wouldn't do it well, and it would never happen again.

Because you already know you want it to. You want Liam and William and Bash as well. This world, these men, they've made you greedy.

"I don't want to disappoint." She whispered, almost hoping they wouldn't hear.

Alex's finger dipped into her wet folds again, drawing a moan from her.

"Em, there's not a shot in hell of that. We'll take it slow. No, we'll let you be in control." Alex's finger slid in and out of her body.

"Yes," the single word was a breathy whisper.

Emma's eyes fluttered closed, her body feeling increasingly sensitive and receptive to Alex's touch while also longing for more. His finger teased her entrance, filling her up and stretching her limits as he moved in and out, adding more pressure each time.

Alex spun her, capturing her lips with his and sliding his finger free. His hands tangled in her hair. His guttural grunts and bucks of his hips as if he was already inside her nearly drove her mad.

She reached out to take him in her hand, grasped him for only a second, and Alex put his hand over hers.

"If you touch me, I'm going to finish all over your hand, and that is not where I want to be."

Emma couldn't stop her moan any more than the way her body twitched with need, her core pulsing.

"This is going to be about you, Emma." Chris's sensual voice caressed her, calling for her to turn to him.

Slowly, Chris removed his shirt, revealing his broad, toned chest covered in scars from battles he'd fought. His abdomen rippled with muscle as he pushed his pants off, and soon his rock-hard cock sprung free, standing long and thick before her eyes. It twitched slightly at her gaze, already dashed with pre-cum on the tip.

As Chris moved with a swift grace that drew an audible gasp from her, he leaned back onto the plush bed. His body was taut with anticipation, and his cock stood proudly erect, beckoning to her with its glistening tip. His hand stroked up and down his length, his eyes never leaving hers as if daring her to resist the primal urge that coursed through their bodies.

"Come here, Emma."

Concern vanished as she moved closer to the bed, climbing over the end of it and stopping just a moment away from dragging herself over his cock.

"You're both quite wonderful to look at."

Alex's lust-filled chuckle seemed to stroke her. And then Alex was behind her, his weight pulling the bed down just slightly as his finger once again rubbed over her wetness, but not for as long this time.

Chris leaned forward and reached for her, his hand settling around her forearm to tug her closer. His lips curled with a smirk at the same moment she dragged herself over his cock and let out a whimper of need.

The room felt hot and tight, fueled by the passion that only they knew how to ignite. Chris's hand curled around her slender waist, guiding her down onto him with a gentle force that sent shivers of excitement through her body. Emma gasped as she felt the head of his cock press against her wetness, teasing at her entrance before slowly sinking inside. His impressive length filled her body, every inch of him stretching and expanding her body until he was fully seated inside.

They both uttered a groan at the intimate connection, the bed creaking beneath their weight.

Chris captured Emma's lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and tasting of sweetness mixed with a hint of desire. Their hips began to move together instinctively; it was as if they had been doing this for years rather than just moments ago. They moved together like water and fire mixing, creating something beautiful and primal.

"Fuck," Alex groaned a moment before his hands spread her ass cheeks. "Emma, I promise not to hurt you." A finger wet from her desire dipped inside her ass, causing her to buck, which only took Chris's length deeper into her.

"Oh god," she groaned as Chris penetrated deeper than she'd ever experienced while riding a man.

"Not god, just us," Alex's tongue flicked out over the back of her neck.

Chris slowed his thrusts, his hips circling just enough to draw her attention to him.

Alex kissed her neck, nipping sharply at the skin between her shoulders while rubbing the thick head of his shaft against her ass.

The room began to spin as Emma tried to tell up from down all the sensations seemed to crisscross over one another, leaving her a tantalizing puddle on the verge of coming undone harder than she ever thought possible.

His finger continued to work in unison with the head of his cock until one replaced the other in a quick flash.

Emma bit her lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape asChris's hardness barely brushed her clit and g-spot at once .

"Are you good?" Alex pumped his hips slowly, dragging out a tortured sound from her lips.

"Oh fuck, yes." Her head fell backward, and it was Emma who began to thrust against both men buried within her body.

She was lost to everything except the way her body burned with pleasure. If they spoke to her, she couldn't hear it, could only feel the perfect push and pull of their bodies together.

Never had she been filled like this, and never did she think she could do without this.

Without them.

Every bump of their bodies caused a gasp or moan from one or both men. Every slap echoed through the room like a perverse rhythm that only fueled their lust even more. The scent of sweat and lust filled the air, along with muffled grunts and moans while Emma came apart under them—overwhelmed by sensations but still wanting more.

Their movements were in sync as if they had practiced this before. Her body began to pulse even as she released small whimpers demanding more from Chris and Alex.

The rhythm became hypnotic. She could barely tell where one body ended and another began as they moved as one.

Chris's hands dug into her hips, holding her in place as he pounded his cock into her while his tongue traced a path down to her neck, tasting every inch of her soft skin. His teeth grazed over it gently before biting down lightly, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her lips as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His hand cupped one of her full breasts possessively, squeezing it roughly while twisting the already-hardened nipple between his fingers. He growled against her neck in an animalistic tone as he claimed what was his and his alone.

Alex's fingers bit into her shoulders as he pounded against her, drawing all the reserves of control she had left until she came, screaming aroundChris's cock .

The entire world went black as pleasure so intense pushed through Emma that she found herself unable to tell up from down. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm, but the men didn't let up.

Chris's grip on her hips tightened, his muscles flexing as he pumped into her harder, his body slapping against her thighs with each powerful thrust. He growled low in his throat, lost in the primal need that surged through him. "Emma," he grunted against her neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin as he claimed what was his, his body slowing as he came.

Alex continued driving into her with reckless abandon, the sensation utterly pleasure-filled as her orgasm andChris's rocked through her. She felt Alex's control go, the heat of his cum somehow reminding her she was alive as he finished and pulled out, taking a piece of her soul with him. He pulled free and kissed the back of her neck.

Chris began to slow his hips and Emma collapsed against his chest, unable to catch her breath from the orgasm and exertion. Only when Chris rolled out from under her did she finally start to come down from the most incredible high she'd ever experienced.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked, stroking a hand over her face.

"I don't think I can walk to the truck tomorrow."

Both men chuckled.

"That's okay, but I think we're going to need to have a talk with the others in the morning." Chris sat up. "Will you be okay by yourself? I'd hate to draw any concerns before we connect." Despite his words,Chris's eyes looked as if he wanted her to say no.

Emma wasn't certain she wanted to be alone, but she understood these men had a bond, and they may have altered it.

"I'll be fine."

Alex kissed the nape of her neck before climbing off the bed. "This changes everything. For the better. You'll see."

Emma closed her eyes, letting herself lay there in perfect, peaceful, exhausted, bliss.