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"Kiss me? Please?"
I lean down slow. Give her time to change her mind. When our lips meet, it's nothing like I expected. Not fragile. Not timid. She kisses back with enthusiasm. Small hands in my hair. Tongue sliding against mine.
When we break apart, we're all breathing hard. The space between us feels charged.Electric.
"More?" August asks against her neck, hands sliding to rest under her breasts.
"Please," she whispers. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I want more."
"Come here," I say roughly, settling on the edge of the bed beside them. Close enough to touch but letting her choose. "Let us take care of you."
"We'll teach you," August says, his voice rough. "Show you how good this can feel."
She turns to me, eyes dark and wide. Lips parted, breathing fast. I reach for her, and she doesn't flinch. Just slides into the space I make for her, kneeling on the mattress so we're eye-level. My hands hover, asking. She nods quick and sure, so I cup her jaw, thumb brushing that soft cheek.
There's a tremor running through her, but it's not fear anymore—it's want.Need.Same thing eating at me from the inside.
August moves behind her, steady like always. Brushes her hair forward, leaving her neck bare. Daisy shivers when he kisses that exposed skin, makes a sound so sweet it nearly kills me. I lean in, breathe her in. Let her scent fill my lungs, settle deep in my bones where it belongs.
She reaches out, careful but determined, puts her hand over my heart. Like she's checking if I'm real. If this is real. My heart's pounding so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack a rib. Her hand's so small it barely spans my chest, but the touch burns through me.
I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers. We stay like that, breathing the same air, letting everything else disappear.
August's hands move slow under her sweater. Pauses, waiting. But she just leans back into him, eyes never leaving mine. That trust nearly breaks me. Want to tear the clothes off her, mark her, fuck her until she can't think straight. But I go slow. Have to. For her.
She raises her arms, and August pulls her sweater off smooth. She's wearing some thin tank underneath, stretched tight over her tits, nipples already hard. August's hands bracket her ribs, fingers spread wide, keeping her steady between us. He kisses her shoulder and she melts.
My hand finds the back of her neck, feels her pulse fluttering and her eyes close.
Can't help myself. I trace down her arm, over her wrist, to her fingers. She grabs my hand, pulls me closer. When she opens her eyes, they're glassy with want.
"You're shaking," I say, voice gone rough.
"So are you," she says, smiling. Bravest fucking thing I've ever seen.
August's working her over now, lips on her jaw, hands mapping every inch like he's memorizing her. Through the bond, I feel his pride, his need. Like I'm feeling her through him too.
She looks at me, voice shaky but sure: "Is this okay? Am I doing this right?"
Her words undo me completely. "You're perfect."
Her grip tightens on my hand. I see her fighting not to pull away, not to hide. Want to show her she never has to be ashamed of wanting anything. Never has to hide again.
I kiss her. Slow first, gentle, but she pushes back harder, parts her lips with this desperate little gasp. She tastes like everything I never knew I needed, and when my tongue sweeps her lip, she lets me in with a whimper. My purr's so loud it makes her laugh against my mouth, then she's kissing me harder, greedy.
August slides his hand under her tank, palm flat against her stomach. She jolts, keens into my mouth. He's watching us, eyes dark, feeding off our pleasure. Kisses up her neck, behind her ear, and she tilts her head without hesitation.
Her tank rides up as his hands climb higher. I look down at how delicate she is. Can still see her ribs, but there's strength there too. Stubborn strength that makes me ache.
With a shaking hand, I brush hair off her face. "Tell me if you want to stop."
She shakes her head, fierce. "Don't want to stop. I want more."
Honesty in her voice hits me like a fist. I look at August. We're both holding back, both waiting.
August smiles as pulls her back against him, cradles her between us. Her head tips to his shoulder, and he kisses her hair, murmurs something soft. She reaches back for him, and he takes her hand.
I press kisses down her throat, let my teeth graze just enough to make her gasp. August cups her breast under the thin fabric. She arches into his touch, making a sound that goes straight through all of us.
