Adriana stopped in the doorway to their bedroom, her breath catching in her throat. Her mates hadn’t skimped on the details, that was for certain. She was fairly sure most people at the abbey would find it easy to believe Greg could be this romantic, but Adriana’s experience was that Decker had a romantic soul second to none.

Scented candles were scattered over every surface, their soft glow illuminating the large space and making it feel cozy. A fire crackled in the large hearth, casting flickering shadows across the huge bed that dominated the room—the bed was covered with the petals of her favorite flower—the cabbage rose.

Her chest squeezed. They had gone to great lengths to make this moment romantic, to calm the nerves that had been steadily building ever since Decker had announced that he felt they needed to be a unit in every sense.

He was right. The longer they were together, the more her soul craved both of them—Decker’s raw intensity and strength, and Greg’s quieter, but no less powerful, comfort.

It was increasingly evident they were a kind of triangle, a knot connected and completed by everything that she was, and they needed.

That awareness both empowered and weakened her. It was frightening and consoling at the same time.

Hands settled on her shoulders, startling her. She knew without turning her head, she would find Decker behind her. Leaning back against his strength, she smiled. “It’s beautiful. You guys didn’t need to do all of this.”

Decker’s fingers squeezed, and he directed her into the bedroom with a gentle nudge. “That’s for us to decide, and you to enjoy, right, Greg?”

“All of that,” Greg agreed. He walked in front of her, reaching out to cup the lines of her jaw with both hands. “You looked beautiful tonight, Adriana.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her, his lips warm and tender against hers. Decker’s hands slid at the same time from her shoulders to her breasts, cupping them from behind and rolling her stiffened nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

Suddenly, Adriana found it difficult to keep hold of her train of thought. What was that Greg had said? Tonight?

Decker was speaking. Breaking free of Greg’s kiss, she tried to focus on his words.

“…agreed. However, I like this much better.”

Adriana managed a smile, made difficult with Greg’s hand sliding up her thigh and lifting the lacy, diaphanous gown she’d chosen for tonight along with it. “Picked it out just for you,” she said.

The last word ended in a squeak when Decker lifted her off her feet and bore her toward the bed.

“That’s great. It’s a shame it won’t last long,” he said.

“What do you—” 

“Greg, would you like to do the honors?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

With a wicked smile, Greg settled his hands at the plunging vee of her neckline and yanked. The gown ripped on a distinctive tear of sound, accompanied by Adriana’s laughing shriek.

The laughter died away as both men stared at her naked form, laid out before them like a buffet for them to feast upon. Filled with a sudden sense of power, Adriana freed her arms from the tattered gown and stretched lazily. “Are you just going to sit there and look? Or are you going to do something more?”

It was all the invitation either of them needed. Both shed their clothing swiftly and climbed onto the bed, Greg on one side, Decker on the other. Greg brought with him a length of black material he’d pulled from the pocket of his trousers as they fell to the floor.

“I had an idea,” he said, holding the material hooked over one finger.

Adriana looked at him, a question in her expression.

“You always feel the need to be in control. We want you to relax and just feel,” rumbled Decker.

Greg nodded. “We thought it might help if you were blindfolded. That way, you can’t see who is doing what. You’ll just have to feel with no thought behind it.”

She thought about it for a moment. The idea held appeal. With the sense of sight restricted, she wouldn’t be as focused on the idea of having two lovers at once. Every other sense would be attuned to what she was feeling and experiencing. She also knew they were asking for her trust—not so much that they could satisfy her, but that she had no need to try and maintain any kind of distance between them. Smiling, she nodded. “I like that.”

Greg tied the blindfold around her eyes, skimming his fingers over the surface and then dropping a kiss on her lips.

Adriana felt the bed shift, and a body settled, warm and comforting, behind her. Greg? She was pretty sure it was him.

A finger trailed from the inside of Adriana’s thigh to the sensitive spot where her hip curved to meet her mound. That had to be Decker—didn’t it? Yes, if Greg was behind her, then Decker had his hand between her legs, stroking her labia.

“Stop thinking; just feel.” Greg’s voice whispered in her ear as a hand cupped her breast before tweaking her nipple.

A set of rough-hewn hands spread her thighs wide, and she felt a breath of air whisper across the exposed folds of her pussy. Definitely Decker.

A low growl sounded at her neck as Decker dipped his head and swiped a long, slow lick of his tongue along the length of her slit. She felt him lift his head and groaned as his mouth left her. “Touch her,” he commanded.

Greg didn’t hesitate. Adriana’s head fell back as Greg’s mouth trailed fire against her neck, and both hands cupped her breasts as if to judge their weight. His fingers strummed her nipples, bringing them to tautly, beaded peaks in seconds. Between her legs, Decker hummed his approval and returned his attention to her pussy, stroking her wetness with a single finger as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

It was almost too much—but only almost. Adriana moaned. The sensations were like nothing she had ever imagined. Decker’s hands were different from Greg’s. The way they touched her was different. Having both of them touch her… kiss her… at the same time… it was like being worshipped.

She wanted to touch them. Greg was the only one close enough to reach, so she reached blindly for his cock, her hand sliding against his body until she found him. She closed her hand around his length to squeeze and stroke. He hissed, bucking into her grip, and she felt a hand leave her breast to grip the thigh closest to him and pull it up, opening her even wider to Decker.

At her core, she felt the rumble of Decker’s appreciation.

Lips covered one nipple, sucking hard, and more fingers dueled with the others against her other breast. A second finger joined the first in her pussy, establishing a rhythm that had her rocking her hips restlessly against the tender onslaught of Decker’s lips and tongue. “Don’t stop,” she murmured and dropped her other hand to his head, twining her fingers through the thickness of his hair to press him harder against her. “Don’t stop. Please…” 

Decker’s thumb found her clit and pressed. Without any warning, Adriana climaxed, fragmenting into shards of feeling and pleasure, stiffening through a series of aftershocks that left her limp.

She felt laughter at her back. “Don’t get too comfy, sweetheart; we’re not done with you yet.”

“Hell no,” said Decker. His fingers replaced his mouth, and he began to relentlessly drive her upward once again. “Not even close.”

When she was shudderingly close to another orgasm, she felt his fingers withdraw and the bed dip as he moved. Hands grasped her hips, twisting and turning her onto all fours. At the same time, she felt what was undeniably Decker’s cock thrust inside her tight, wet heat. In a single hard pass, Greg’s hand pulled the blindfold free, leaving her hair tousled around her face. Decker drove deep, the alpha knot at the base of his cock preventing him from going deeper.

“I want this mouth,” he said, bending to take it in a searing kiss. “So, Decker can knot you.”

Adriana didn’t reply. Words were beyond her. She could only feel every harsh stroke of Decker’s pushing her closer to Greg in more ways than just physical. She opened her mouth, gazing up at him.

“Sweet girl,” Greg praised, and wasted no time in feeding her his cock, sliding it deep across her tongue until it hit the soft place at the back of her throat.

Behind her, Decker growled low as he pistoned his hips more furiously against hers, holding them in each hand to keep from driving her forward and into Greg. Greg held her hair loosely, tenderly, even as he took her mouth in a manner that was anything but. Having them together like this was rough. Almost brutal. In spite of the flickering candles and cabbage rose petals, there was little that was romantic about it. This was her two mates taking dominant possession, not just of her body but her heart and soul, and she loved it.

Never had she felt so alive as she did in that moment, caught between her two lovers—her two fated mates. She had never felt as powerful as she did on her hands and knees, in this vulnerable and submissive position. Her orgasm rippled quietly and powerfully through her, causing her pussy to spasm along his length.

She leaned on Greg as Decker’s fingers tightened around her. “Can you feel his knot, sweetheart? Do you need him to breach you with it?”

This would be the first time Decker knotted her when he was sharing her with Greg. They hadn’t discussed this with her but had obviously come to some sort of understanding.

Decker began pounding into her, stopping just short of driving his knot up inside her. As it always was, pain accompanied the breach as the alpha knot was forced inside her. She hissed, the vibrations of her mouth intensifying the pleasure she was giving Greg.

Decker went still, allowing her pussy to accommodate the knot. Prevented from withdrawing, Decker began rocking his hips, moving his cock minimally, but effectively inside her. Short, harsh strokes sent Adriana’s arousal and need surging through her system in a maelstrom of cataclysmic desire. There was nothing gentle or romantic about the knot itself. The tie afterward was deeply sensual and intimate, but the actual being knotted was raw, feral, primal, and called to some deep part of her soul she hadn’t even known existed before.

She could feel the knot beginning to swell in order to completely seal or tie him to her. As she felt Decker do so, Greg’s fingers tightened in her hair as his own release was imminent. He started to withdraw; she reached a hand up and grasped Greg’s thigh, holding him in place, and looked up into his eyes. It was at times like this that the ability to communicate between their bonding link was helpful. ’Yes.’

Greg grinned, tightened his hold on her hair, tugging her head down to force her to swallow his cock. As Greg erupted in her mouth, sending hot jets of cum down the back of her throat, Decker’s hand came up to join Greg’s in fisting her hair. The knot swelled to near-painful proportions, and Decker came with a roar, collapsing on top of her back.

Between the two of them, Decker and Greg eased her and Decker onto their sides, spooned and tied together as Greg stretched out on her other side. She lay sandwiched between them in the place she’d known had always been meant for her.

The candles flickered and then guttered out in what sounded like a contented and mutual sigh of joy, as if they now understood fate’s plan. But the room wasn’t dark. Adriana’s magic sparked like fireflies all around them, a beacon for the darkness they would continue to fight.