Page 57 of Savage Thirst

I do.

He slides his fingers into my mouth. I close my lips around them, sucking slowly, tasting the sweetness. The tension between us crackles. His pupils dilate as I lick him clean, but his control never wavers.

Asher withdraws his fingers, then brushes my cheek with his knuckles.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

The praise lands like lightning in my spine. And gods… I'd obey him all over again.

I'm still in Kayden's lap, my body buzzing, Asher's touch lingering like a brand on my skin. The aftershocks of pleasure mix with something else—shock, disbelief, and tendrils of guilt.

"Are you both okay with this… situation?" I ask, glancing back at Kayden, then over at Asher.

The brothers exchange a look over my shoulder. It's silent, loaded, but not uncertain.

Asher's gaze settles on mine.

"I'd say we are," he replies. Then, softly, "Are you?"

"I…"

I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be okay with any of this. Not with vampires. Not with desire that burns through logic and fear and history like wildfire.

And yet… here I am. Between two of them. Needing more.

"You don't have to answer now," Kayden says, shifting beneath me. "Sleep on it. But hey—waffles, hot chocolate, andtwo dashing vampires?" He grins. "One slightly more dashing than the other, obviously. But still. Pretty sweet deal."

"Oh yeah," I mutter. "You're a real Walmart special."

He laughs, deep and pleased.

Asher's eyes drift past us toward the garden. He blinks, then lifts a brow. "Sage… is your plant magic connected to your arousal?"

Kayden and I both snap our heads to look. The garden, dead and gray just moments ago, is blooming. Tiny blue and white flowers dot the frostbitten ground, too early for the season, and too wild to explain naturally.

I bite my lip. "Yeah. I can't control it when I'm aroused."

Kayden bursts into laughter.

Asher's grin is slower, amused. "That's… interesting."

"Another reason for me not to stay," I mutter. "If this keeps happening, I'll turn your backyard into a jungle."

I try to climb off Kayden's lap for the third time. He pulls me right back in, arms like steel.

"Don't worry," he says smoothly. "We'll hire a gardener."

And damn him, I laugh. And this time, I stop resisting. Just for this moment.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sage

"I found something," I say, barely keeping the excitement out of my voice.

I'm curled up on the sofa, fire crackling warm beside me. A fresh mug of hot chocolate sits half-finished within reach, steam still curling faintly. The heat has worked its way into my bones.

Asher is in the armchair across from me, focused on whatever he's scrolling through on the laptop balanced on his knees. Kayden's at the other end of the couch—book open, but eyes not really on the page. He's close, but not touching.