<h4>Chapter 495: Between Her Mates (I)</h4>


    <strong>Warning: Mature content in the Chapter </strong>


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    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    The sound that left me wasn’t something I meant to make.


    It slipped out of me - low, unsteady, helpless - when Oscar’s fingers moved with a slow, devastating certainty, as if he knew exactly how to unravel me without even trying. Heat curled inside me in a way that made thought dissolve.


    His mouth was maddening in its own way - warm, soft, worshipful - gliding over my throat, my corbone, the slope of my shoulder. A kiss here, a lingering press of lips there... then suddenly gone, only to appear somewhere else and pull another shiver from me.


    I didn’t know where to turn or what to cling to. Everything was just sensation.


    I barely noticed the shift in the bed until a warm breath touched the hollow beneath my ear. My eyes flew open.


    Another mouth. Another presence. Another familiar energy wrapping around me from behind.


    Kieran.


    Only then did I fully register the heat along my back, the strong arm braced behind me, the bare skin pressed to my spine. I realized I waspletely surrounded, cocooned between two very naked, very territorial men... two of my mates.


    My breath stuttered.


    "I-"


    The word never made it out.


    Oscar slipped a finger inside me... and the sound that reced my attempt at speech was embarrassingly soft, embarrassingly needy. I clutched the sheets, my face heating so fast I thought the entire bed could feel it.


    "Easy," Kieran murmured behind me, his voice roughened with sleep and something else entirely. His fingers brushed the side of my hip in a firm, grounding stroke. "She’s sore."


    Mortification lit every nerve in my body.


    "Oh goddess-" I whispered, burying my heated face in Oscar’s shoulder. "Kieran-"


    Oscar’s quiet chuckle vibrated against my lips. His forehead rested against mine, his thumb caressing the corner of my mouth.


    "Are you embarrassed, love?" he asked softly, too perceptive for his own good. Then, with entirely too much confidence, "You shouldn’t be."


    "I-It’s just-" I stammered.


    "It’s not the first time you have been between two of your mates," he added, his voice warm but edged with teasing. "Though clearly we haven’t done a good enough job helping you get used to it."


    I squeezed my eyes shut.


    He wasn’t wrong. Yes, there had been a couple of moments where I found myself between two of the brothers, but that had been ages ago. And I still wasn’t used to... this. Being watched, touched, wanted from more than one direction at once. The heat, the intensity, the overwhelming awareness of every heartbeat around me... it left me feeling shy in a way nothing else did.


    Before my spiraling thoughts could take root, something in Oscar’s touch changed. His hand shifted... gentle but certain... and my inhale snagged in my throat. The tension I had been fighting scattered like it never existed.


    And then, he added a second finger, stretching my inner walls further.


    Kieran’s hands traveled upward, brushing over my ribs, higher, until his fingers curved around my breasts with a familiarity that pulled another tremor out of me. Then his mouth found the sensitive mark on my neck - the one he ced there weeks ago - and I felt everything inside me melt. The nip, the warmth, the slow, iming pull of his lips... it sent heat rushing through me with humiliating ease.


    My fingers curled into Oscar’s shoulder just as he kissed me - slow at first, soft, then deepening with careful, iming intent that stole my breath. I leaned into him without thinking. The world narrowed to the press of his mouth, the warmth of his hands, the steady heat behind me, the strength on both sides of me. I was suspended in them... wrapped in them.


    When Oscar finally drew back, his breathing was uneven, his forehead resting lightly against mine as though he needed the touch to steady himself too.


    "Condoms," he said hoarsely, without taking his eyes off me.


    Kieran didn’t hesitate. His hand left my body for a moment and he pulled back to grab one of the packets from the bedside table on his side, returning a secondter to offer it to his brother. Oscar took the small silver packet and tore it open with a sharp flick of his fingers.


    My breath caught. The room felt suddenly warmer.


    His gaze locked with mine as he prepared himself... slowly, deliberately... never breaking eye contact, like he wanted me to feel every second of what he intended. When he leaned in again, his knuckles brushed my cheek.


    "I promise I’ll pleasure your bodyter," he murmured, his voice low, reverent. "But right now... I need you. I need to be inside you, love."


    Heat red low in my stomach, stronger than before, deeper than before. I didn’t even have time to answer... not with words... because Oscar’s hands were already guiding my hips, tilting them as he shifted closer. His breath hitched softly, mine sharper, anticipation coiling almost painfully tight.


    And then...


    Everything inside me pulled taut, breath suspended, the world narrowing to a single, overwhelming moment as he entered me in one smooth, sure movement that made my fingers dig into his arms.


    He didn’t stop until he had buried himselfpletely inside me.


    I gasped... quiet but shaken... and Oscar’s jaw clenched as though the sound went straight through him. His hands framed my face again, his thumbs stroking my flushed cheeks with something achingly tender.


    Behind me, Kieran tightened his hold around my waist, his lips brushing the back of my shoulder in a kiss that was all heat and restraint.


    We stayed like that... a breathless, trembling stillness... before Oscar leaned in, capturing my mouth again, slow, deep, consuming, until I felt myself yield entirely into the moment.


    The kiss built -yered, hungry, iming - while his hand slid down my waist, lower, with intimate purpose.


    At the same time, he started moving, pulling back before hitting home again.


    And when his fingers finally slipped between my thighs again, guiding, coaxing...


    I forgot how to breathe.