The prom music throbbed faintly through the walls beyond the washroom, a dull, rhythmic backdrop to the storm raging in my chest. I stood there, pressed between Adrian and Cassian, feeling the heat of their bodies, the raw possessiveness in their stares, the tension thick enough to choke on. I had never been more aware of my own body, every nerve ending screaming with awareness, every heartbeat echoing like a drum in my skull.

I took a deep breath, my pulse racing, and let my gaze sweep over both men.

“I want this,” I whispered, my voice trembling, half with excitement, half with the fear that I was about to lose all control. “I want both of you—right now. Cassian, I want you to be part of this.”

Cassian’s smirk was slow, deliberate, predatory. “You’re brave,” he murmured, stepping closer until the heat of his body pressed against mine. “Or completely insane. Either way… I accept.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened, dark eyes flaring with possessive intensity. “You asked for this,” he said, voice low and rough. “But know this—I won’t share you easily, Sophie. You’re mine.”

I shivered, a hot, tremulous ache pooling deep inside me. I wanted them both. I wanted to feel their hands, their lips, their control, their possessiveness. I wanted to be consumed by their competing desires. And yet, I knew I needed to command the pace, to assert my boundaries even in the maelstrom of their attention.

Adrian’s fingers brushed against my arm, a teasing, possessive touch, sending sparks racing up my spine. At the same moment, Cassian’s hand traced the curve of my waist, light but insistent, marking his own claim. The dual heat of them—two forces of desire and control—made my skin ache, made my body hum with anticipation.

I closed my eyes for a brief second, inhaling sharply, letting the sensations wash over me. One hand on each side, one man on either side of me, and suddenly the room shrank to the space between our bodies, the music outside irrelevant, the prom a distant echo. I felt impossibly small and impossibly important all at once, caught in the orbit of two men who wanted me completely.

“God, you feel… incredible,” Cassian murmured, his breath ghosting over my shoulder as his hands roamed lower, testing boundaries without crossing them. The heat in his gaze was relentless, demanding, almost feral. “Every inch of you is… mine to see, to touch, to claim.”

Adrian growled low in his throat, and I could feel the vibration against my spine. His hand pressed firmly against my hip, keeping me in place. “Don’t forget whose hands are first, Sophie,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Every touch is mine. Every sound, mine. But… I’ll share, because you want it.”

I moaned softly, a small, trembling sound, and shivered as their combined energy pressed into me from both sides. I leaned back slightly against Adrian, letting my body mold to him, while Cassian’s hands explored the other side, teasing, testing, claiming. Every brush of fingers, every ghost of lips, every shiver that ran through me made me ache with need.

The dual pressure—the possessiveness of Adrian, the teasing dominance of Cassian—was intoxicating. I felt stretched and pulled in two directions at once, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. My hands went to both of them, tracing along their arms, memorizing the warmth of their skin, the taut strength beneath, the sharp scent of their cologne and masculinity that made my head spin.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Cassian whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt down my spine. “The way I want you… the way I can’t stop wanting you. And he…” His eyes flicked to Adrian, dark and challenging. “…he wants you just as fiercely.”

Adrian’s jaw flexed, a low growl vibrating from his chest. “Cassian…” His voice was rough, threatening, and yet beneath it, there was an undeniable thread of desire, raw and consuming. “She’s mine. Every inch, every gasp, every shiver—mine. And I’ll prove it.”

I trembled between them, feeling the magnetic tug pulling me closer to both, and yet the control I had built—the careful negotiation, the careful consent—reminded me that I was not helpless. I could feel their possession, yes, but I could also claim my own desire, direct the dance, even in the chaos of their attention.

I took a shaky breath and whispered, “I want… both of you. I need it. I want to feel both of your hands on me, your lips, your control. I want to be yours—both of yours—right now.”

Their reactions were instantaneous. Adrian’s hands tightened on my hips, pulling me impossibly close, and Cassian’s fingers slid around my waist and along my thighs, tracing, teasing, claiming. Their mouths found my neck, their breaths hot against my skin, lips brushing lightly, each man staking his claim in a delicate, dangerous balance of desire and dominance.

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