Page 41 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable

"Thatwasincredible,"Zanemurmurs, his lips catching my tears as they fall. The tenderness of his touch is a stark contrast to the raw need burning in his eyes, the tension vibrating through his body. "So perfect, sweet girl."

Behind me, Levi's heart pounds against my spine, his breath ragged and uneven. His fingers twitch against my skin, and the hard length of him pressed against my back leaves no doubt about how affected he is. When I shift slightly, testing, he sucks in a sharp breath.

The sound sparks something deep inside me—a flicker of power that blazes through my veins. This is mine. I did this to them. Made these powerful, controlled men desperate. Made them want me.

I turn my head, catching Levi's mouth in a heated kiss. He responds instantly, desperately, like he's been starving for my touch. When I break away to kiss Zane, Levi's growl vibrates through my whole body.

"More," I breathe against Zane's lips, electricity crackling between us. My hand trails down his chest as I press back deliberately against Levi. "I need to feel you. Both of you. All of you."

Zane shudders at my touch. The matching sounds they make—desperate, hungry—pull a smile from me. This pleasure, their need—it belongs to me.

Reality crashes in, and my courage wavers. I've never done this—never been the one to choose, to touch, to want. I don't know how this works when it's about what I want instead of what's being taken.

Zane catches the uncertainty in my expression. His hand cups my cheek with infinite tenderness, turning me to meet his gaze. "Take your time," he murmurs, voice thick with need but his touch achingly gentle. "This is all for you. Everything."

Levi's lips find my shoulder, and I lean into it, marveling at how safe and wanted they make me feel.

"I want to touch you," I whisper, finding courage in how they respond to my smallest movements. My hand slides lower on Zane's stomach. "Show me how to make you feel good."

My nails scrape lightly down his chest, and his body goes rigid. He lets out a long, low moan. The raw power of drawing those sounds from his throat, of making him react like this, floods me with heat. When I press back against Levi more deliberately, the groan that escapes him is savage.

"Fuck," Levi breathes the word hot against my ear, and the rough edge in his voice makes me shiver.

I trail my fingers lower across Zane's abs, mesmerized by how they contract under my touch. When I reach the band of his jeans, his sharp inhale makes me bite my lip.

"Can I...?" The question comes out breathless.

"I'm yours," he promises, catching my mouth in a kiss that feels like surrender.

My trembling fingers work the button of his jeans, and he helps me push them and his boxers down. The first brush of my hand against his length pulls a low groan from deep in his chest that vibrates through me.

"Mine," I whisper, awed by his reaction to my touch.

"Always." He says the word against my throat as he guides my hand, showing me the long, slow strokes that make his breath hitch while Levi's mouth works against my neck.

I tighten my grip and Zane's response is immediate—beautiful and desperate. Every kiss from Levi has me pressing back against him, needing more contact, more of everything they're offering.

"I want to feel you too," I breathe, turning to catch Levi's mouth. He kisses me hard.

"Let me," Levi's voice is rough against my lips. He shifts behind me, and I hear fabric hitting the floor before his heat returns.

The sound he makes when he slides against my back vibrates through me, and I know I'll never get enough of it.

My confidence grows with each reaction I pull from them—every gasp from Zane, every time Levi trembles against me. I'm drunk on it—on having these powerful men coming undone because of me.

"That's it," Zane's voice is gravel as he guides my movements. "Just like that."

Levi's teeth scrape my shoulder as his hips rock forward. "Fuck, you feel so good, Angel."

I lose myself in them—in how they feel against me, the way their praise wraps around me, the way they make me feel desired and cherished and safe. The sounds they draw from me, the way their bodies respond to my touch. I don't ever want it to stop.

"Tell me what you want," Zane's breath is hot against my mouth.

Heat floods my cheeks at the directness, but the ache inside me drowns out any hesitation. "More," I whisper. "Everything. I want everything."

Levi's fingers dig into my skin, his control slipping. "Christ, you're killing me, Angel."

Zane's fingers slide down my body stopping between my legs, teasing until I gasp. "Here?" he asks, and when I nod breathlessly, his eyes lock onto mine with burning intensity. "Levi's right there, Angel. So close, waiting for you. Do you want him?"

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