Chapter 3:

Crossing the Line

The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and the air instantly felt thicker, heavier with everything we’d just confessed. My heart hammered as Ronan pulled me against his bare chest, his green eyes burning into mine. Soren stepped behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, lips brushing my neck.

“You’re shaking, baby,” Ronan murmured, cupping my face. “Nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted, my voice breathless. “But I want this. I’ve wanted both of you for so long.”

“Good girl,” Soren whispered against my ear, his breath hot. He pressed his growing hardness against my ass while Ronan kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my...