Her Mates

18

The dim light wrapped around me like a secret. The air was thick, heavy with sandalwood and something darker, wilder—like the space itself was holding its breath. My heart pounded against my ribs, too loud, too fast, and I wasn't sure if it was from the heat in the room or the way both of them were looking at me.

Hunter's gaze was a storm—dark, intense, unreadable except for the hunger in it. Juri's eyes burned hotter, dragging over my skin until I could almost feel the weight of them. My stomach fluttered, my breath shallow. I didn't even realize the words were spilling from me until I heard my own voice, soft, almost trembling.
"I want this. I want you."

Hunter's eyes deepened, like I'd given him permission he'd been waiting for. His thumb found my hip, circling it slowly—teasing me, undoing me. That single touch sent a jolt up my spine. He stepped closer, his presence swallowing the space between us, and when he spoke, his voice was so low it seemed to vibrate through my bones.
"Then let us take care of you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. The word hit me harder than it should have. Tenderness in his voice. A promise in it. My knees felt weak, but not from fear—I trusted them. Both of them. I trusted them to catch me if I fell, even if they were the ones setting me ablaze.

Juri moved in behind me, his hand sliding up my thigh until his fingers brushed just beneath the hem of my dress. The touch was light, almost nothing, but it made my breath hitch, made heat coil low in my belly. Hunter's lips found my collarbone, a kiss so gentle yet so claiming it sent shivers across my skin. They were everywhere—heat at my back, heat in front of me—closing in, surrounding me until the rest of the world ceased to exist.

I let go. I didn't even think about it; I just... surrendered. Hunter's mouth traveled lower, slow, deliberate, each kiss a promise of more. His hands roamed as though he were memorizing me, his touch mapping every inch of skin he could reach. Juri's fingers drifted along my side, a trail of fire in their wake, his touch retreating just as Hunter's advanced, their rhythm making my body arch instinctively toward them both.

"You're beautiful like this," Hunter growled against my skin, rough and hungry. The sound went straight through me. I moaned, but Juri's mouth captured it before it could escape. His kiss was fierce—possessive—his tongue sweeping into mine like he wanted to devour every part of me. Hunter's hands slid down my stomach, branding me with each stroke, and I felt claimed, wanted, worshipped.

Juri's fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so he could deepen the kiss, and it left me dizzy. Hunter's breath warmed my skin lower now, his mouth brushing kisses that felt almost reverent. Everything outside this moment vanished. There was no before, no after—only now.

Their touches shifted, grew bolder. Hunter's hand found the waistband of my panties, slipping beneath with agonizing slowness. I gasped into Juri's mouth when his fingers touched me, moving with a deliberate rhythm that made my hips twitch helplessly toward him. Juri kissed me like he needed it as much as air, and I kissed him back with the same hunger.

Hunter's lips kept trailing lower, his tongue dipping into my navel before teasing farther south. My whimper slipped free this time. Juri's hands moved to my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that made me arch hard into his touch. My skin was alive everywhere they touched me. I wasn't just feeling them—I was unraveling for them.

"You're perfect," Hunter murmured against me, and then his fingers slid inside, stroking me with such skill I had to bite down on a cry. My hips moved of their own accord, chasing every sensation. Juri's mouth found my neck, teeth grazing in a way that sent a shiver racing through me.

I was caught between them, cocooned in heat and sensation. My breath came in sharp bursts, my body wound tighter with every movement of Hunter's hand. I clung to Juri's kiss, to his mouth swallowing my sounds, until it hit—sharp, blinding, overwhelming. Pleasure tore through me like a breaking wave, and I couldn't hold myself up anymore.