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“Rest, cyborg,” Kisma’s voice said in his head.

“I can’t,” He whispered, burying his face into Amy’s long, dark hair.

“All will be as it is meant to be.”

“How do you know?”

The voice stayed quiet for a long moment, making Cane think that was all he would hear from Kisma.

“If we are to survive, then it must be so. Rest.” The voice said, before a pulse from the bracelet on his wrist made darkness suck him into the abyss of sleep seconds later.

Chapter Sixteen

Amy woke to a gentle touch on her cheek. She moaned, curling closer to the warm, solid body wrapped around her.

A deep, low chuckle came from close by, making her crack open one eye to see Cole sitting on the bed, watching her.

She took a second to figure out where she was. She was lying curled into Cane’s chest, his huge body holding her close. She had one leg thrown over his thighs and her arm across his chest.

She met Cole’s eyes and gave him a weak smile.

“You are beautiful in the morning, Amy.”

She blushed, knowing exactly what she must look like. Her face would be filthy from the sand, her hair a mess and her eyes puffy from sleep. She knew how she looked when she first woke up. But for some reason, Cole looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“How are you feeling?” She whispered, not wanting to wake Cane.

He smiled, straightening so she could see his perfectly healed chest. “Better. Kisma is an amazing creature.”

“Yes, she is. They all are.”

“What about us?” Cane asked, his voice deep and croaky with sleep. She looked down at his narrowly parted eyes and the smile on his lips.

Feeling more awake, Amy grinned and said, “You two aren’t so bad.”

Cane moved so fast; Amy barely had time to squeak before she was pinned to her back under Cane. His huge, powerful body covered hers, his lips only inches away from hers.

“Not so bad?” He asked, a twinkle of amusement in his stunning brown eyes. He shifted lower, sitting up and pulling her to sit in front of him. He glanced up and met Cole’s eyes. They must have spoken to each other, because a second later, Cole moved to sit behind her, his chest pressed against her back. Heat exploded inside Amy as she stared into Cane’s desire filled gaze. Her core throbbed, needed to be sated by these men.

“Cane?” She whispered, her breaths getting quicker when Cole’s rough hands moved around her waist, eagerly sliding his hands up to cup her breasts.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, closing her eyes as need burst inside her.

The bed shifted when Cane moved lower down her legs. She watched as he ran his hands over her bare legs, taking his time to explore every inch of her exposed skin. When her legs were free, he used his knees to part her thighs and ran his hands back up, taking the bottom of her tunic with him as his hands glided up to the thin material of her panties.

Cole slid his hands down, gripped the bunched material from Cane and pulled it up and over her head.

Two echoing groans sounded in her ears as the men took in her body laying against Cole’s chest.

She swallowed when Cane met her eyes. There was so much desire burning in them that it made her body tremble.

Cole shifted back a bit, making Amy ease back into a partially laying down position as Cane lowered his head and began pressing soft kisses to her stomach.

“Please,” she begged, her eyes closing as her body hummed for more.

“Easy, Sila. This moment is all about you.” Cole whispered, his hands moving to play with her aching breasts again. He rolled her tight nipples in his fingers, sending a shaft of pleasure through her body that pooled between her legs.

She was so turned on, so fired up that she could barely hold still as the brothers performed a systematic assault on every erotic nerve in her body. Cole used his large hands to play with her breasts, while Cane ran his lips over her skin, making goosebumps rise all over her body.

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