Page 39 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable

The power in that is intoxicating.

Seeing the effect I have on them fills me with confidence and a boldness I didn't know I had.

I break away from Levi and reach for Zane, my fingers moving up his chest, feeling his hot skin beneath the thin cotton. His muscles go rigid at my touch, a sharp inhale betraying how much he wants this. How much he wants me.

When I grip the bottom edge of his shirt, he exhales shakily on a deep groan, and that unguarded sound sends hunger rippling through me.

I pull the fabric up slowly, every newly revealed inch begging to be touched. He shifts beneath my hands, letting me strip the material off easily.

I run my hands over his chest, mesmerized by the way his muscles twitch under my fingertips when my nails scrape across his skin.

"Your turn," I whisper, reaching back with my good hand to tug at Levi's shirt. He catches my fingers, pressing gentle kisses to each one before helping me pull the fabric up. When he strips it off, the first brush of his bare chest against my back pulls a gasp from my throat. His skin is impossibly hot, and smooth where Zane's is deliciously rough with dark hair that creates teasing friction against my skin.

Levi's hands slide around my waist, and when he pulls me back into him, I'm captured tight between them—Zane's solid warmth beneath my fingertips, Levi's heat pressing against my spine. Every move they make causes the slow, simmering ache curling low in my belly to get stronger.

Levi's mouth finds that spot behind my ear, the one that makes me shudder, his breath teasing, knowing. His hands roam higher, exploring. I arch and press into them both, lost in the feeling of skin against skin.

Any lingering panic melts into liquid heat, replaced by something deeper, something unstoppable.

Every brush of Levi's calloused fingers sends electricity racing across my skin. I can feel Zane's eyes on me, watching,tracking every reaction, every sharp inhale, every tremor. His own breath comes faster, his restraint stretched thin.

My skin hums under their attention, every nerve lit and singing for them.

For the first time ever, I feel the power of my body, watching desire flash across Zane's face as I move against Levi's touch. When Levi's thumb grazes the underside of my breast, when Zane's breath catches audibly, it's not fear that makes me tremble. It's want—pure and perfectly distilled.

Levi's breathing turns ragged, his hips pressing into me as his fingers dip just beneath the waistband of my shorts. It's a teasing touch that lights sparks under my skin and I cling to Zane, my breath coming in short pants.

"Fuck," Levi breathes the word against my neck, pleading. "Can I touch you here?"

When I nod, he groans. "I need to hear you say it. Use your words for me."

Zane's eyes are dark and hungry as he watches me, waiting. His hands cup my face, holding me secure as Levi's teasing fingers make it impossible to think.

"Yes." The words leave my mouth as a sharp gasp.

Levi's fingers trace slow circles over my hip, each pass dipping slightly lower, making my breath hitch. I whimper, pushing back against him. His fingers tease at the edge of my panties until I'm trembling.

"Please," I breathe, the word barely formed before I feel Levi's smile curve against my neck.

His hand drifts lower—agonizingly slow—until his palm cups me through the thin material. The heat of his touch steals my breath, my hips rolling against his hand.

When I press down into his palm, finding the perfect angle, the perfect spot, a sharp cry escapes me. My body reacts beforeI can think, grinding down, searching for more—more pressure, more friction, more.

Z covers my mouth with his, swallowing every gasp, every breathy sound. Between Levi's relentless touch and Zane's hungry kiss, pleasure floods my body.

I slide against Levi's palm, chasing the sensation, chasing absolute pleasure.

"Tell me what you need." Levi's voice vibrates against my ear.

"More," I whimper against Zane's mouth. "I need... I need these off. Take it all off."

Zane's groan vibrates against my mouth and he bites gently at my bottom lip. Levi's grip tightens on my hip. "Are you sure?" Levi's breath is hot against my neck.

"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes."

They work together, sliding my clothes down my legs until I can kick them away.

Zane's hands stroke up my thighs as he straightens, the raw need in his eyes obvious. He slides a hand under my knee, lifting, guiding, positioning me until my thigh drapes high over Levi's, leaving me open. Exposed. The way he looks at me drives me crazy.

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