Page 75 of Heat Hesitation

"Again… impractical. I mean, first of all, skinny dipping when their friends all just died in front of them—this isn't a good example of trauma bonding."

"Ophelia," Asher whispers in my ear, so close it makes me shiver.

"Hmm?"

He chuckles under his breath. "I don't think they're trying to be practical. I think they're trying to get off."

The two people on screen bite their lips and smile coyly at one another. Asher's big, muscular arms snake around my waist, picking me up and pulling me onto his lap.

"This isn't a sexy movie," I point out.

"You don't think so?"

On-screen, the guy is playing with the girl's nipples. They're dark against her skin and hard. He flicks and pinches while she moans, the sound echoing around the empty lake.

My shirt lifts over my head. I'm not wearing a bra, and the cool air makes my nipples just as hard as the girl's on screen.

One good thing about being surrounded by strapping, strong men who are bigger and taller and more muscular than you: when they pick you up and take off all your clothes and manhandle you before you've lifted a finger, you find yourself enjoying pleasure brought to you on a silver platter without even realizing it was coming.

Theo kneels between my knees. Asher lifts my body easily in his arms while Theo tugs off my pants, making quick work of it. Suddenly, I find myself naked in Asher's lap, splayed out for the two of them.

"Guys," my voice is gruff. "How did we even get here? I think they're about to get murdered. I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to be sexy." On-screen, the chainsaw-wielding murderer is running through the field. For some reason, he still has the chainsaw overhead. Must be getting heavy, he'll have no strength left when he reaches the hot naked couple in the water.

The scene darts back to them, and this time, her nipple is in his mouth and she's moaning like a pornstar.

"I think we can make quick work of it. You'll be coming before anyone's murdered."

"Such sweet words. Sounds like a challenge." I whimper when Asher's big hands encase my chest from behind.

"You have the most beautiful breasts, Ophelia. Perfect handfuls." He squeezes and massages them, his fingers every few seconds pinching my nipples, tugging them forward into peaks.

I'm gushing slick, and they haven't even touched me there yet.

"And you smell so fucking good," Theo licks his lips, leaning up to kiss me on the lips. His tongue tastes mine, and while his fingers tease down my body, Asher plays with my nipples, and it's nearly too much sensation all at once.

I whimper and groan against Asher, who brings his lips down to my neck and begins kissing and tasting my skin.

Theo takes each of my legs and opens them up, hooking them over Asher's knees, who in turn, wraps his feet around my ankles to lock me into place. I'm splayed out for them both, naked, exposed and dripping wet between my legs.

There's a moan from the screen, and I watch while the two characters start fucking, careless of anything going on around them. I know the feeling.

Locked open, one of Asher's hands goes between my legs, and like an orchestrated symphony, he rubs my clit while Theo pumps one finger inside me, adding a second the more I whimper.

Asher's other hand is pinching my nipple, so I play with the other, and with these two alphas touching every sensitive inch of me, I explode. Asher's fingers flatten and rub harder, faster. Paired with their scents, the comforting lemon and honey from Theo, and the warm woodsy pine from Asher, electricity zaps through me.

"That's right, my beautiful omega, come for your alphas. Give us your pleasure. God, you're such a good girl, coming so hard."

I'm crying, shaking, bucking my hips because my body needs more. Movie abandoned, I'm suddenly flipped—manhandled—in Asher's lap so I'm straddling him.

"I love your tight, warm, wet cunt. It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. But you know what else I love?" Theo growls, practically feral, from behind my shoulder. Lifting my ass, his cock slips between my folds, soaking himself in my slick, before pushing my torso forward and pressing into my ass.

At the same time, Asher spreads my thighs, making more room for us, then slams me down onto his cock. Stuffed full of both my alphas, coming down from the first orgasm, I'm lost in the haze.

And, again, like a beautifully orchestrated symphony, they work together, lifting and rocking into my body, fucking and using me like a toy between them.

"I love filling this tiny little hole of yours. How do you fit me, buttercup? How is it possible? You stretch and squeeze around me like you were made for us."

"She was made for us," Asher concurs. "Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good."

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