<h4>Chapter 496: Between Her Mates (II)</h4>


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


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    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    I don’t know when the air in the room shifted... only that one heartbeat, I was still catching my breath from the way Oscar had hauled me against his chest, and the next, I was surrounded by heat. Their heat. Kieran behind me, Oscar in front of me, both watching me like I was something they had waited a long, long time to touch.


    My pulse skittered.


    Oscar leaned in first. His breath brushed my lips, slow and iming.


    "Eva," he murmured, like saying my name anchored him. "Look at me."


    And I did, looking into his emerald orbs.


    "We are right here," he said softly. "Both of us."


    My breath caught as Kieran’s arms folded around my waist from behind, drawing me back into him. There was strength in the way he held me - gentle, but firm enough to make my stomach tremble. His mouth lowered to my shoulder, pressing slow, warm kisses along my skin.


    Then I felt Oscar pulling out of me...pletely.


    "Get on your all four," he whispered against my ear.


    A rush of heat swept through me - sharp, instinctive, impossible to ignore.


    I moved without thinking, bracing my palms on the mattress, my knees sinking into the soft covers. The position made my heart thud so hard I could hear it in my ears.


    Kieran moved with me, settling directly in front. He cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones.


    "Keep your eyes on me," he murmured.


    I tried... but the moment Oscar’s hands slid along my hips from behind, a shiver rippled up my spine, breaking my focus. Kieran only smiled, leaning closer until his forehead touched mine.


    "You are doing fine," he whispered, and then his mouth met mine.


    The kiss wasn’t rushed... it was slow and deep, like he wanted to draw every sound from my throat, every breath from my lungs.


    I felt Oscar’s hands anchor me, guiding my hips back toward him. And then he slipped back inside me with ease. The contact - solid, sure - sent a jolt through my whole body. My fingers curled in the sheets. My breath shook against Kieran’s lips.


    "Oscar-" I gasped without meaning to.


    He answered with a low sound against my spine, his touch growing more certain, more demanding. And then he began thrusting. His body moving with mine, each motion pulling a new sound from my lips. Kieran swallowed those sounds greedily, kissing me deeper, his fingers threading into my hair, holding me steady while my breath broke apart between them.


    It was overwhelming - heat behind me, warmth in front of me, their hands grounding me when my body began to tremble. Oscar’s pace grew more focused, every movement purposeful, drawing tension higher and higher inside me until I could barely breathe.


    "Eva," Oscar’s voice came, rough at the edges, "I want to hear you."


    My head tipped back instinctively, a quiet cry escaping before I could stop it.


    Kieran’s palms slid down my arms, steadying me as if he knew exactly what wasing.


    I shattered first.


    The release hit me so hard my elbows nearly buckled. My whole body tightened, then broke apart in waves - warm, breath-stealing waves. My forehead fell against Kieran’s chest. I felt Oscar’s grip mp around my hips as he followed me, his movements stuttering, a soft groan slipping from him as he found his release too.


    For a moment, none of us moved.


    My breathing was ragged.


    My body felt boneless, trembling, overwhelmed in the best way.


    But Oscar wasn’t finished.


    His hands slid up my sides, urging me upright. When I turned, he kissed me... slow, iming... before guiding me gently toward Kieran.


    Kieran was already reaching for condom from the nightstand. His movements were sure, practiced, but his eyes stayed locked on me the whole time - checking, asking, waiting. When he tore the wrapper open, my breath hitched.


    I didn’t need him to ask.


    I nodded.


    He slipped on the protection quickly, then sat back against the headboard, his palms open, inviting.


    "Come here," he said, his voice low.


    My legs still felt shaky, but Oscar’s hands steadied me, guiding me toward Kieran’sp. I climbed onto him, straddling him. The heat of his hands on my thighs made my skin flutter. He helped lift me, positioning me slowly, carefully.


    I gasped softly as my body settled onto his - filled again, differently this time. Kieran exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around my waist, but he didn’t move until I did.


    Oscar joined us on the side, his fingers tracing my ribs, my stomach, the undersides of my arms, my nipples - touches that made my breath stutter and my back arch. He pressed kisses along my shoulder, my corbone, the curve of my throat. Each one sent another tremor through me.


    Kieran held my hips, guiding my movements, letting me set the pace. He kept his forehead pressed to mine, whispering quiet encouragements in the spaces between my breaths.


    "You are amazing."


    "Just like that."


    "I have got you."


    And Oscar... stars... he made it harder to think at all. His lips traveled wherever they wanted - my neck, my jaw, the top of my chest - never lingering in one ce long enough for me to anticipate it. His hands cupped my waist, sliding around to help Kieran steady me when my legs trembled again.


    The three of us found a rhythm that felt almost unreal... my movements guided by Kieran beneath me, my body bracketed by Oscar beside me, their warmth surrounding mepletely.


    I didn’t know which of them made the sound first - Kieran’s breath breaking, or Oscar’s voice growing rougher - but the room suddenly felt full of heat and tension again. Kieran’s hands tightened on my hips. Oscar’s fingers curled around my side, holding me closer as he kissed the corner of my mouth.


    "Evaline..." Kieran groaned softly.


    That trembling rush hit me again - too intense, too fast. My nails dug into Kieran’s shoulders. Oscar’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into him just as the second wave crashed through me.


    This one shattered me even harder.


    I pressed my face into Oscar’s neck, shaking, barely able to breathe as the release tore through me. Kieran followed momentster, copsing against the headboard with a low sound that made my whole body melt. His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me into his chest as he trembled with me.


    Oscar stayed close the whole time, his lips brushing my temple, his touch grounding me while I tried to remember how to breathe.


    When the trembling finally slowed, I slumped against Kieran’s chest, exhausted, overwhelmed... and deeply, stupidly happy.


    Oscar stroked a hand down my back.


    "You okay?"


    I managed a weak nod. "Better than okay."


    Kieranughed softly, still breathless, and kissed the top of my head.


    "Good," he murmured. "Because we ae nowhere near done with you."


    I didn’t know if I could survive whatever "nowhere near done" meant... but in that moment, with both of them holding me?


    I wanted to try.