Page 155 of Lavender and Honey

Finn's eyes darken at my words, something primal and possessive flashing in their depths. Behind me, Soren presses a kiss to my shoulder, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts.

"Slowly," Finn murmurs, his eyes locked with mine as he positions himself at my entrance. "Take your time."

I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, hot and hard and promising relief from the burning need consuming me. With a desperate whimper, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he fills me completely.

"Alpha," I gasp, my head falling back as the sensation overwhelms me. Finn's hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to his size.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained with the effort of remaining still. "Such a good girl."

I'm trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation of Finn filling me completely. Behind me, Soren presses closer, his lips tracing a path along my shoulder to my neck, lingering on the unmarked side.

"Ready for more?" he murmurs against my skin, his hands steadying me at the waist.

I nod, beyond words as another wave of heat crashes through me. Despite Finn inside me, I still feel hollow, desperate for more. For completion. For both my Alphas to claim me completely.

Soren's fingers, slick with oil I hadn't noticed him preparing, circle my other entrance with careful attention. The sensation is strange but not unwelcome, especially with my heat making every touch electric, every sensation magnified.

"Relax," Soren whispers against my ear, his free hand stroking soothingly along my side. "Trust us. We'll make it good for you."

I try to relax, letting myself surrender to their care, their expertise. Finn remains perfectly still inside me, his hands steadying my hips as Soren works me open with carefulpatience. The initial discomfort quickly gives way to a strange, building pleasure as my body adjusts to the intrusion.

"That's it," Soren encourages, his voice thick with desire as he adds a second finger. "You're doing so well, Lydia."

The dual sensation—Finn filling me completely while Soren's fingers work me open—has me trembling, desperate sounds escaping me that I couldn't contain even if I wanted to. The heat burns hotter with each passing moment, my body desperate for the completion only they can provide.

"Alpha," I gasp, the word breaking on a moan as Soren adds a third finger, stretching me further. "Please—more—"

"Soon," Soren promises, his voice rough with restraint. "Patience.”

I whimper, torn between impatience and gratitude for their care. Finn remains motionless inside me, his hands steady on my hips, his eyes never leaving mine despite the visible strain of his control. The marks on my neck—Lucian's and Elias's—pulse with warmth, as if approving of what's happening.

When Soren finally withdraws his fingers, I can't help the desperate sound that escapes me. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back as he presses closer.

"Ready?" Soren asks, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he positions himself behind me. I can feel him, hot and hard against my prepared entrance.

"Yes," I breathe, the single word carrying all my desperation, all my need. "Please. I need my Alphas.”

Finn's hands tightened on my hips, his control visibly fraying as Soren began to press forward. The initial pressure was intense, bordering on pain despite their careful preparation. I gasped, tensing involuntarily as my body resisted the intrusion.

"Breathe," Finn murmured, his voice steady despite the strain evident in his expression. "Relax, Lydia. We've got you."

Soren paused, his hands gentle but firm on my waist. "Too much?" he asked, concern threading through the hunger in his voice.

I shook my head, determined despite the discomfort. "No," I gasped, forcing myself to relax. "Keep going. Please."

Soren pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his movements achingly slow as he continued. "That's it," he encouraged as my body gradually yielded to him.

"Alpha," I whimpered, by the sensation of both of them in me. The heat of my condition transformed the discomfort into something else—a sharp-edged pleasure that had me trembling between them.

"You're doing so well," Finn murmured, his voice strained as he remained perfectly still inside me. His hands stroked soothingly along my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine despite the visible effort of his control.

Behind me, Soren paused when he was fully seated, giving me time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. His breath came in hot pants against my neck, his control obviously fraying despite his care.

"So full," I gasped, my voice breaking as I adjusted to the sensation of both of them inside me. The initial discomfort was rapidly fading, replaced by a building pleasure that had me trembling between them. "Alpha..."

"So perfect," Soren murmured against my skin, his voice rough with restraint. "So tight around us both."

I couldn't speak, couldn't think beyond the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by both of them. The initial discomfort had melted into a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

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