Violet found herself sandwiched between two warm bodies. At first, she ignored it, content to bask in the strange comfort radiating from both sides. But then, the familiar scent of pineapple and whipped cream wafted into her nostrils, jolting her awake.
Roman.
Violet’s heart raced at the sight of him. How had he gotten here? Oh right, that was a silly question to ask considering he had a talent for sneaking into her bed. She just never expected him to show up after their fight.
A wave of inexplicable joy washed over her. Roman wasn’t as far gone as she had feared.
Initially, she considered reaching out to touch his handso face, but a mischievous idea took hold instead. Carefully, she slipped out of bed. Griffin stirred as soon as she moved, but he didn’t wake, and Violet let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Climbing back onto the bed, she gently took Griffin’s hand and placed it around Roman’s waist, then waited. No one stirred.
Good.
With a playful grin, she took Roman’s hand and draped it over Griffin’s waist as well. He remained blissfully asleep.
Violet tiptoed to the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and positioned herself for the perfect shot. She stifled a giggle, delighted by how cute they looked together.
Next, she adjusted the cara to include herself in the fra. Perfect. She couldn’t wait to show this to Asher when he woke.
Satisfied, Violet slipped away to the bathroom, giggling like a mischievous imp, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the confusion set in.
True to her prediction, it wasn’t long before Griffin began to stir.
Even with his eyes closed, his hand instinctively road over his mate’s body, and to his delight, he discovered she was naked.
A smile crept onto Griffin’s lips as he trailed his hand further down, squeezing her ass with delight. Yes, that felt good. But sothing felt off, her ass was firr than he rembered.
anwhile, Roman was enjoying one of the best sleeps he’d had in ages when a rough hand groped his ass. What the hell?
His eyes shot open at the sa mont Griffin’s did.
For a brief mont, silence enveloped the room as they stared at each other, their minds racing to comprehend the bizarre situation.
"Ahh!" Roman and Griffin scread in unison, scrambling off the bed.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Roman cursed, feeling utterly violated.
"I should be the one asking what you’re doing in my room!" Griffin shot back, a look of confusion etched on his face.
"What do you an your...?" Roman trailed off, glancing around and realizing, indeed, this was not his room.
"Fuck!" He cursed, running a hand through his hair. Roman couldn’t recall how he ended up here at all. What was happening?
"Hello, sleepyheads," Violet announced, stepping out of the bathroom.
Both n turned toward her, their gazes sweeping over her appearance. Her hair was wet and sexily tousled, inviting them to run their fingers through it. The white bathrobe she wore clung to her curves, teasingly concealing the beauty beneath.
As they continued to admire her, Violet let the bathrobe slip from her shoulders, and their breaths hitched in their throats.
Goddess help them. Griffin and Roman let out a strangled groan in unison. This was pure torture.
Unlike Griffin, who wore only boxer briefs, Roman was completely bare, his hardened mber on full display.
But Violet didn’t laugh at him, instead, she locked her smoldering gaze onto him and began to walk forward.
Roman felt like a deer caught in the headlights, paralyzed by indecision. He should have walked away, as he usually did. His animal instincts might have led him here, but now he was back to his senses. Yet, he stood there like an idiot, rooted in place until Violet was right in front of him.
He watched her, breathless, trying to anticipate her next move. Violet placed a hand on his chest, her fingers tracing over his tan skin, sending shivers down his spine. She lowered her head and kissed his nipple, then the other, igniting a fire within him.
Roman groaned, his eyes connecting with Griffin’s, expecting him to do sothing. But Griffin stood there, watching with an intense heat in his gaze. What was wrong with him? His mate was touching another man, yet he felt no fury, no urge to tear them apart. Instead, he seed entranced.
When Violet grazed her teeth over his small nipple, it was the last straw. Roman’s instincts took over and he grabbed her by the hair, lifting her face to et his. It was a rough kiss full of teeth and tongue. Violet responded with the sa wild passion, her body pressing against him as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
When Violet pulled away from the kiss, her lips were swollen and her chest heaving as she pinned Roman with a triumphant gaze. "I told you," she gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, "he wouldn’t mind."
But those words shattered the last fragile restraint between them. In one fluid motion, Roman hooked an arm behind her knees while supporting her back, lifting her effortlessly before depositing her on the wide bed with a bounce that sent damp strands of her hair splaying across the sheets.
Before the mattress could even settle beneath her weight, Roman was between her thighs, his large hands gripping her hips with possessive force as he buried his face in her wetness. His tongue, hot and wicked, traced one long, torturous stripe from her entrance to clit that had Violet arching off the bed with a startled cry.
Just as the sensation crested, Griffin’s weight dipped the mattress beside them. His calloused palms cradled her breast with exquisite gentleness. Right before his mouth closed over her peaked nipple in a perfect suction that pulled straight to her core, each flick of his tongue tid perfectly with Roman’s relentless ministrations between her thighs.
"Oh God!" Violet moaned, the sensations driving her crazy. She wanted to die. Well, in a good way.
Roman moaned against her too, the vibration shooting through her like livewire, while Griffin switched breasts, his free hand rolling and pinching the neglected nipple just to hear her breath catch.
Between them, Violet thrashed, her fingers clutching at the sheets, then Griffin’s head first when Roman doubled his efforts, then Roman’s hair when Griffin bit down on her nipple just shy of pain.
Their scents mingled around her, pineapple and whipped cream from Roman, that warm amber with citrus musk from Griffin until Violet couldn’t tell where she ended and they began.
Roman fucked her with his tongue, deep and unhurried strokes that had her thighs trembling, while Griffin alternated between suckling and nipping, each sharp pleasure-pain making her jerk against Roman’s mouth.
"I can’t—" Violet gasped, her legs wrapping around Roman’s shoulders instinctively as the knot in her belly tightened to an unbearable degree.
Griffin was murmuring sothing filthy against her breast when Roman added two fingers to the rhythm of his tongue, curving it just so against that spot inside her. Violet ca with a keen wail that she felt reverberate through both n pressed against her.
Pleasure washed over her in torrents of bliss as Roman lapped at her, drawing out every last shudder, while Griffin kissed his way up her throat to capture her cries with his mouth, swallowing each gasp as if he could consu her pleasure itself. Only when her whimpers turned oversensitive did they let go, both n pulling back to watch her splayed between them flushed, panting, and utterly ruined.
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