Page 225 of Knotting the Firefighters

"Not today, but never say never, right Chief?"

Aidric grumbles, but his hand is still moving, cock heavy in his palm.

If I'm going to be the battlefield for this gorgeous war, so be it. I want it all. Deserve it all.

"Only way you get to fuck me at the same time is if you both kiss," I bargain, voice gone honey-sweet and mean as a switchblade.

Calder's eyes go wide, delighted.

"Deal."

Aidric pouts—an actual, full-lipped pout—but he doesn't back down. Not now, with sweat and desire painting both their bodies with need.

Calder comes in behind me, hands warm on my hips, dragging me up to my knees until my ass is flush against him, my breasts in Aidric’s face. He bends my head back gently—wet hair spilling over my shoulders—and kisses me, deep and lush, tongue tangling with mine as if he can breathe the need straight from my lungs.

Aidric moves forward, crowding the space, and Calder locks eyes with him over my shoulder.

"Go on," I dare, arching my back, pushing my ass against Calder's cock. "Or are you scared?"

They glare at each other—then spring. The kiss is violent, greed and rivalry, tongues and teeth, all dominance and wanting. It's filthy and gorgeous and makes me squirm, trapped between their bodies, the shudder of their fight vibrating my nerves raw.

Aidric slides a hand up, squeezes my breast, thumb and finger tugging at the nipple until I whimper, arching into him. Calder rocks against me from behind, cock slipping through the slick at my entrance, teasing me, not pushing in. Not yet.

"God, you two are hot," Calder mutters, mouth pulling away from Aidric's to trace kisses down my neck.

"Could just fuck you instead," Aidric snarls, but it's all bark, no bite, because his hand is between my thighs, finding my clit again while Calder lines himself up.

I can't think. Can't breathe. The pressure is everything—my core spasming with the need to be filled, stretched, split all over again.

"Ready?" Calder whispers, voice rough as gravel.

I'm so ready I could die.

His cock pushes inside, thicker and even hotter than I'd imagined, sliding deep on the first thrust because I'm soaked and open, prepared by Aidric’s relentless attack.

I cry out, a ragged, shattered sound. Aidric soothes it with his mouth, devouring every syllable, kissing tears from my cheeks.

Calder sets the rhythm—deep, rolling thrusts that slam me forward, into Aidric’s hands, his mouth, his teeth. Aidric doesn’t back down. He palms my tits, bites soft flesh, worships me with hands and tongue and raw, unvarnished want.

Each thrust from behind has Aidric’s cock slapping against my stomach, leaking against skin. I reach for it—have to touch him—and Aidric groans, lets me stroke him, lets me take a little control in a world spinning out.

They fuck me together, in perfect, devastating sync—Calder pounding from behind, Aidric pinning my hips, taking my mouth. It's filth and poetry and everything I never believed I could have.

The friction is relentless. Every movement pushes me harder, wrings a new sound from my lungs, until every part of me is trembling and full and almost at breaking.

Aidric leans in, murmurs in my ear: "You like getting fucked like this? Like a perfect little slut caught between Alphas who can't get enough of you?"

I'm so far gone I can't answer, just whine his name, try to drag more from them both.

Calder's breath is hot at my nape.

"You gonna let me fuck your ass next? Knot you there, really make you mine?"

I'm delirious.

"Yes, anything, just don't stop, please?—"

They speed up. Harder. Rougher. My body loses track of sensation—just wet, wild, a mess of hunger and begging and fucking until I explode.