ONE NIGHT STAND

As he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, my pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out the club's relentless beat until it was just a faint echo. His body, from those piercing eyes to the cocky tilt of his grin, was captured in my mind, his fingers grazing my thigh possessively as we move through the throng of dancers. I stole one last glance at Clara; she was beaming, flashing me a quick thumbs-up before she got blocked ny the crowd. No backing out now, and this was finally going to happening.

Up the stairs we went, into some swanky private lounge where the air felt cooler, and filled with that rich scent of leather and a hint of old cigars. The door snicked shut, cutting off the madness below. The guy carrying me eased me onto a deep velvet couch, his massive build hovering over me. Meanwhile, his brother went to the bar in the corner, pouring shots of something golden and strong, but his gaze stayed locked on me the whole time.

"You're feisty for such a tiny thing," the first one murmured, his voice a deep growl that sent chills racing down my spine. He leaned closer, those dark curls brushing my skin as his breath teased my ear. "I dig it. Got a name, gorgeous?"

"Does it really matter?" I shot back, my words coming out breathier than I'd planned. Inside, my wolf was going wild, scratching at my thoughts with *mate, mates*, the pull was electric, making my whole body hum. They smelled like fresh rain on pine trees, they were so heady and addictive, reeling me in. I reached out, my fingers tracing his sharp jawline, feeling the rough stubble. He grabbed my hand, holding it against his chest so I could feel his heart thundering just like mine.

The twin passed me a glass, his touch lingering a beat too long. "Nah, not tonight it doesn't," he said, his voice filled with that teasing edge. He dropped down next to me, our legs brushing, the heat from him seeping through my dress like fire. I knocked back a sip of the whiskey, the sharp burn grounding me.

Before I could catch my breath, the first guy tipped my chin up and crashed his lips into mine. He was raw, urgent, tasting like liquor and sin. I sank into it, clutching his shirt as his brother's hands slid up my back, dragging the zipper down inch by torturous inch. My dress slipped to my waist, the cool air hitting my bare skin, and I gasped right into the kiss.

"God, you're stunning," the twin breathed against my neck, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my shoulder while his hands roamed, cupping my breasts with a mix of tenderness and that burning hunger in his stare. I arched up into him, every nerve lighting up, the mate bond cranking everything to eleven until I was lost in it. His thumbs teased my nipples, circling and pinching just right, shooting sparks straight between my legs.

The kisser broke away long enough to yank off his shirt, showing off a chest like carved stone, etched with a few faded scars that only made him hotter. His brother ditched his too, and damn, they were identical perfection. "Touch us," the first one ordered, his tone rough and needy as he guided my hand down his chest, over those rock-hard abs, to the hard length straining his pants.

I didn't hesitate, fumbling with his belt until he sprang free. He was thick, hot, throbbing under my fingers as I stroked him slow. His eyes went black with want. The twin did the same with my other hand, and it hit me how perfectly they matched, even there. "That's it, good girl," he groaned, thrusting into my grip.

They eased me back on the couch, one diving back in for my mouth while the other peeled my dress off completely, his lips chasing the fabric down my body. He laid kisses on my belly, my hips, then he nudged my thighs apart, his warm breath right where I ached. "Already so damn wet for us," he said, voice humming against me as he dragged his tongue along me in one long, lazy stroke. I bucked up with a cry, but he pinned me down, his tongue working my clit. He was circling, sucking, and flicking until I was squirming, begging without words.

His brother muffled my sounds with his kiss, one hand squeezing my breast, the other slipping down to join in, two fingers pushing inside me, curling just thrusting in time with that wicked tongue. "Let it out," he whispered, yanking my hair back to bare my throat for his nips and licks. It was too much for me to handle…the fingers, the mouth, the overload. It was building like a wave until I shattered, screaming as pleasure tore through me, my body clamping down hard.

They kept going, milking every last tremor until I was a shaking mess, oversensitive and craving more. Finally, they eased off, their faces flushed, and with satisified smirks but still hungry for round two.

They stripped the rest, standing there like gods. they were hard, eager and all mine. The bond pulsed, urging me. One hauled me onto his lap, lining himself up and sinking in slow, stretching me deliciously until he was buried deep. "Fuck, so tight," he grunted, fingers digging into my hips.

The twin pressed in from behind, chest to my back, one hand circling my clit while he eased into my other entrance. He was gentle at first, then all the way, the fullness hitting me like a thunderbolt. Both of them inside, claiming every inch of me, it was insane, and perfect. We found a rhythm, me rocking between them, their thrusts syncing up, deep and relentless. Skin slapped, sweat slicked us together; I clawed at shoulders, moaning as they filled me over and over. "Take it all," the one behind growled, biting my ear, his fingers still teasing me mercilessly.

Everything blurred into heat, the build-up coiling tight until I exploded again, it was harder this time around, clenching around them like a vice. I enjoyed the night snuggling into them and all the events that happened earlier was shoved to the back of my mind.