Page 21 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable (The Beautiful Scars Duet #2)

Zane's mouth hovers just above my skin, his warm breath bleeding through the thin fabric of my shirt as he moves downward.

A low, aching sound spills from me when he drags his lips over my nipple, teasing me.

He pulls it into the heat of his mouth, sucking, nipping—setting every nerve ending on fire.

Then he pulls away, pausing long enough to make me desperate.

He blows a cool stream of air across the damp material, and the sensation wrecks me. I arch, pulling him closer, needing more.

By the time his mouth finds the other side, I'm writhing between them.

"Please," I gasp, breaking from Levi's kiss. "Z, I need—I need to feel your mouth. Take it off. Take off my shirt."

His fingertips glide over the smooth expanse of my stomach, before sliding up under my shirt. "Such a sweet girl," he murmurs.

His touch leaves trails of heat across my skin as he pushes the fabric up. Levi lifts my shoulders, helping guide the shirt over my head, then eases me back against the pillows. Cool air kisses my skin, and I sigh.

I watch Zane's fingertips move over every newly exposed inch of my skin. Behind me, Levi's breath comes hot and uneven against my neck, his hands skimming my waist with a slight tremor. Zane's throat works around a hard swallow.

Then his mouth is on me—a slow, searing kiss against my collarbone while Levi's fingers thread through my hair and he tilts my face toward his.

Zane's hands press into my body, one cupping my breast, his fingertips dragging across my nipple in a slow, teasing glide.

I gasp sharply as he bows his head, his lips replacing his fingers.

The wet heat of his mouth sends a shudder rippling through me, and my fingers twist into his hair, pulling him closer.

"God, I love the sounds you make," Levi breathes, pulling back just enough to let his words settle over me, thick with need. "Let me hear you Angel."

I can feel it—the way they fight to hold back, to stay gentle. And the realization hits me.

These powerful, dangerous men—men who have fought, killed, destroyed—are restraining themselves. For me.

Zane's jaw tics with the effort, his tension coiled so tight he looks ready to splinter.

Behind me, Levi's breathing hitches and turns into a low moan every time I move against him.

Their restraint is evident in every slow, measured touch.

They want to claim, to possess, to mark, but they're holding back.

Knowing it amplifies the ache I feel for them. They could so easily break me without any thought, but they're choosing to break themselves instead—choosing to keep me safe, make sure I'm okay.

The power in that is intoxicating.

Seeing the effect I have on them fills me with confidence and a boldness I didn't know I had.

I break away from Levi and reach for Zane, my fingers moving up his chest, feeling his hot skin beneath the thin cotton. His muscles go rigid at my touch, a sharp inhale betraying how much he wants this. How much he wants me.

When I grip the bottom edge of his shirt, he exhales shakily on a deep groan, and that unguarded sound sends hunger rippling through me.

I pull the fabric up slowly, every newly revealed inch begging to be touched. He shifts beneath my hands, letting me strip the material off easily.

I run my hands over his chest, mesmerized by the way his muscles twitch under my fingertips when my nails scrape across his skin.

"Your turn," I whisper, reaching back with my good hand to tug at Levi's shirt.

He catches my fingers, pressing gentle kisses to each one before helping me pull the fabric up.

When he strips it off, the first brush of his bare chest against my back pulls a gasp from my throat.

His skin is impossibly hot, and smooth where Zane's is deliciously rough with dark hair that creates teasing friction against my skin.

Levi's hands slide around my waist, and when he pulls me back into him, I'm captured tight between them—Zane's solid warmth beneath my fingertips, Levi's heat pressing against my spine. Every move they make causes the slow, simmering ache curling low in my belly to get stronger.

Levi's mouth finds that spot behind my ear, the one that makes me shudder, his breath teasing, knowing. His hands roam higher, exploring. I arch and press into them both, lost in the feeling of skin against skin.

Any lingering panic melts into liquid heat, replaced by something deeper, something unstoppable.

Every brush of Levi's calloused fingers sends electricity racing across my skin. I can feel Zane's eyes on me, watching, tracking every reaction, every sharp inhale, every tremor. His own breath comes faster, his restraint stretched thin.

My skin hums under their attention, every nerve lit and singing for them.

For the first time ever, I feel the power of my body, watching desire flash across Zane's face as I move against Levi's touch. When Levi's thumb grazes the underside of my breast, when Zane's breath catches audibly, it's not fear that makes me tremble. It's want—pure and perfectly distilled.

Levi's breathing turns ragged, his hips pressing into me as his fingers dip just beneath the waistband of my shorts. It's a teasing touch that lights sparks under my skin and I cling to Zane, my breath coming in short pants.

"Fuck," Levi breathes the word against my neck, pleading. "Can I touch you here?"

When I nod, he groans. "I need to hear you say it. Use your words for me."

Zane's eyes are dark and hungry as he watches me, waiting. His hands cup my face, holding me secure as Levi's teasing fingers make it impossible to think.

"Yes." The words leave my mouth as a sharp gasp.

Levi's fingers trace slow circles over my hip, each pass dipping slightly lower, making my breath hitch. I whimper, pushing back against him. His fingers tease at the edge of my panties until I'm trembling.

"Please," I breathe, the word barely formed before I feel Levi's smile curve against my neck.

His hand drifts lower—agonizingly slow—until his palm cups me through the thin material. The heat of his touch steals my breath, my hips rolling against his hand.

When I press down into his palm, finding the perfect angle, the perfect spot, a sharp cry escapes me. My body reacts before I can think, grinding down, searching for more—more pressure, more friction, more.

Z covers my mouth with his, swallowing every gasp, every breathy sound. Between Levi's relentless touch and Zane's hungry kiss, pleasure floods my body.

I slide against Levi's palm, chasing the sensation, chasing absolute pleasure.

"Tell me what you need." Levi's voice vibrates against my ear.

"More," I whimper against Zane's mouth. "I need... I need these off. Take it all off."

Zane's groan vibrates against my mouth and he bites gently at my bottom lip. Levi's grip tightens on my hip. "Are you sure?" Levi's breath is hot against my neck.

"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes."

They work together, sliding my clothes down my legs until I can kick them away.

Zane's hands stroke up my thighs as he straightens, the raw need in his eyes obvious. He slides a hand under my knee, lifting, guiding, positioning me until my thigh drapes high over Levi's, leaving me open. Exposed. The way he looks at me drives me crazy.

When I finally feel Levi's touch on my bare skin, the pleasure of it steals the air from my lungs and my whole body jolts. Nothing has ever felt like this. Each slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers pushes me higher, winding the coil inside me tighter, making me desperate for more.

Zane watches everything, his ice-blue gaze locked onto mine, tracking every reaction, every tremor of pleasure.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb sliding over my cheek.

I turn into his touch, seeking his kiss, and the second my mouth meets his, he takes. His lips crash into mine, fierce and consuming, his tongue matching the rhythm of Levi's fingers, coaxing more from me, pushing me further.

"You feel so good, Angel…" Levi's voice is rough against my neck, thick with need, every word dripping with barely contained hunger.

His touch settles into a steady rhythm, relentless, each stroke winding the tension inside me unbearably tighter.

I break away from Zane's kiss with a desperate gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling—needing him closer.

Everything is too much. Too intense.

But I still want more.

"Z—" The sound barely forms, my voice fractured, breathless. "I don't—I've never…"

"I've got you, sweet girl," Zane murmurs, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, soft and sure. "I love you like this… seeing how good he makes you feel."

He holds my gaze steady, locked on him. He doesn't let me turn away from him, from this moment.

"Just let go, Angel. Let yourself fall."

The pleasure builds, sharp and sweet, stealing my breath. I’m gasping, clutching at Zane, reaching back for Levi—needing their skin, their words, their hands on me.

The pleasure builds so fast it scares me. My breath comes in short pants and gasps as I try to hold it back, feeling control slipping away. But Zane's mouth is at my throat—his lips and teeth—holding me, while Levi's fingers push me closer to the edge.

"Breathe, Sunny. You're safe," Zane growls against my pulse, the heat of his breath sending fresh shivers through me. "We've got you."

My breath hitches and I gasp. Zane palms my breast, his thumb circling my nipple in perfect sync with Levi's touch.

"That's it," he soothes, voice thick with approval. "Just let go."

"Fuck, you feel so good," Levi groans, his breath hot against my ear, raw with need. He grinds his hips against me, desperate, aching, his control unraveling with every sound I make.

But his fingers never falter.

"So wet, so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice quiet, reverent—like he can't believe what he's seeing, what he's feeling.

"Z—Levi—" I gasp, one hand fisted in Zane's hair, the other clutching Levi's arm. "I can't—it's too much—"

"We've got you," Zane promises against my lips, his voice thick with want. "That's it sweet girl. Come apart for us."

Everything inside me winds tighter, the tension building to impossible heights. Levi's fingers move faster, more precise, and the sound that tears from my throat is desperate. Zane catches my face in his hands, anchoring me to him.

His thumb traces my bottom lip as another wave of pleasure rocks through me. "Give it to me, Sunny. Let me see it."

The pressure crests, wild and terrifying. It crashes through me and steals my breath. Steals my thoughts. For a heartbeat, I'm drowning— gasping, clutching at Zane, reaching for Levi—needing their words, their mouths, their hands on me.

They hold me through it, murmuring praise against my skin as I shake apart between them.

"So perfect," Zane breathes, pressing soft kisses to my face.

"That's it, Angel," Levi's voice is rough with desire.

As the waves slowly ebb, I float in their gentle touches, my body humming with aftershocks. And I breathe, really breathe, and the tears that come don't hold any pain. For the first time in as long as I can remember I'm not lost. I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.