Page 128 of Without a Trace
My spine arched. Trace slammed into me faster, harder, his fingers bruising my hips, the sound brutal and wet.
I was soaked.
Possessed.
Exalted.
They came for me together—Alden’s voice breaking as I swallowed him down, Trace cursing, slamming in one last time before groaning through his orgasm, coming hard inside me, forehead pressed to my spine. His release hit in shudders.
I was shook. Dripping. Grinning. Full.
Because they didn’t just fall apart for me.
They fucking knelt.
***
I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, skin still damp and flushed.
Trace moved in beside me, arm slung over my waist, fingers tracing the shape of my ribs as if memorizing every detail. Alden eased in on the other side, one arm beneath his head, the other finding mine beneath the sheet. His thumb skimmed the inside of my wrist, a touch that felt both steady and loaded.
The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full.
Full of everything that had just passed between us.
Full of everything still unsaid.
My body ached, but it wasn’t just from them. A pulse throbbed faintly under the silver on my wrist. Not warmth. Not pain. Just a flicker—steady, present, charged. A thread I couldn’t untangle.
Alden exhaled softly. “You good?”
I turned my head, meeting his gaze. “Yeah.”
Trace shifted behind me, nuzzling into my shoulder. “You sure?”
I nodded, voice a whisper. “I’ve never been better.”
They’d always been there. Both of them.
Trace with his restraint. Alden with quiet devotion. I’d known them for years—trusted them, fought with them, grown up beside them. And somewhere in that long, tangled history, my heart split.
Not in two.
In all directions.
I never wanted to choose. That was the truth of it. Not back then. Not even nw.
Because part of me knew—if I picked one, I'd lose the other. And losing either of them would destroy something in me.
I turned toward Trace, nestling into the curve of his chest. He slid a hand into my hair, fingers low and gentle.
“This changes everything,” I murmured.
His breath fanned across my temple. “It already has.”
Alden was still tracing that spot on my wrist, and the moment his thumb passed over the bracelet again, I felt it.
A buzz beneath my skin.
