I was frying bacon in my new kitchen when I felt someone come up behind me. Strong, wiry arms wrapped around my torso and Eli kissed my neck. I giggled and squirmed—he knew how sensitive my neck could be, but that didn’t stop him from making me writhe every chance he got.

“Mm, you smell amazing,” he said.

I laughed. “Sure that’s not the bacon you’re smelling?”

He pressed himself into me and I could feel that things were already awake and ready for some action. “Well, I do love bacon. But I’m pretty sure it’s never given me a stiffy before, so I think we can assume that’s all you, Sweets.”

I twisted the stove knob to “off” and slid the pan from the hot burner, then spun in Eli’s arms. I kissed him on his forehead, then on the tip of his nose, and finally our lips connected in a slow-burning moment. Eli swept my mouth with his tongue, probing. I may have moaned just a little.

“Good morning to you,” he groaned against my lips and slipped his hands up under my oversized t-shirt. He grabbed my ass and lifted me slightly. I stood on my tip-toes and brushed his lips again, toying with him.

He leaned forward to deepen the kiss and I pulled back.

“Don’t you want me to finish cooking?” I said.

He shook his head and smirked. “You know exactly what I want.”

“Oh, thank god you’re both still here. I was afraid I’d have to handle this on my own,” came a gruff voice from the kitchen doorway.

I glanced over my shoulder and laughed. Asher stood there, naked and fine as hell, with a painfully swollen erection. God, the size of him never stopped impressing me. I slammed my mouth shut before he could notice, again. As big as his dick was, his ego was even bigger.

“You’re just in time. I’m starting to think you have a sixth sense.” Eli teased.

“You mean Sex sense.” I deadpanned.

Asher ignored our taunting and instead quirked his head towards Eli, “Hop up on the island?”

Eli dropped his boxers and swung himself up on the island countertop, waiting patiently. His erection bobbed in the air. I reached out to wrap my fist around it, my mouth watering with the thought of sucking the fat head of him into my hot mouth—but Asher stopped me with an outstretched hand.

“Nice try Tiger, but this one’s all about you.” He pinched one of my nipples and kissed me hard, without warning. I cried out in pleasure, clamping my eyes shut.

Before I could register the sensation of being lifted, Asher picked me up in the air and set me down right over Eli’s waiting cock. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought the two of them had taken the time to choreograph the sexual ambush. The reality was, our little triangle was beginning to mesh to the point where we felt like an oddly-shaped couple, and not just two guys fighting over one girl.

Eli grunted as Asher lowered my body onto his. I quivered and quaked, but couldn’t pull my eyes from Asher as he kept me from being filled too quickly by Eli. The look in his eyes was almost primal, ravenous.

“If you’re hungry, there’s bacon.” I teased.

“Oh, I’m famished. But bacon’s not on the menu… you are.” Asher lowered his head to my lap and ran his tongue over my clit. He was so close to where Eli had buried himself in me, but he didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

And that turned me on in a big way. Heat flared in my core, snaking its way down my legs like a rapidly spreading wildfire. I sucked in a deep breath and gripped Eli’s forearms, which held me around my waist.

Round and round Asher’s expert tongue went, flicking and licking my body into a frenzy. Once or twice, I felt him dip lower, to the point where his tongue should have run into the base of Eli’s cock. But other than Eli breathing a bit harder, Asher gave no indication that he was working over anyone other than me. The thought of it, though, had my body clenching, constricting further.

Asher ran a finger from the top of my clit, down to where Eli’s cock split me in two. He traced the joining of our flesh with his fingers, then did it all over again with his tongue. Eli grabbed my hips tighter, thrust harder. My vision wavered, just enough to make me feel slightly disoriented.

Asher lapping at my core with his tongue. Eli plunging in and out of me with abandon. I couldn’t fight it any more. I cried out, threw my head back and pressed myself down onto Eli as hard as I could. Waves of pleasure swept over me, milked further by Asher’s intuitive, magical tongue.

Eli jerked and stilled, his seed filling me in warm, strong pulses.

“Holy…” I started.

“Shit…” Eli finished.

Asher just grinned up at me like the Cheshire cat. “That was fucking hot. I wish you two could have seen yourselves.”

I tried to smile, but I’m not sure if I actually pulled it off. My body felt weightless and rubbery. Blissfully spent. Banged senseless. All floaty.

Legs wobbly, Asher helped me down from the counter while Eli grabbed a nearby kitchen towel for clean-up. I made a mental note to throw that one away. I mean, I wasn’t a neat freak, but I had my limits. Dick juice on my dish towels being one of them.

Asher’s erection pressed into my abdomen as he pulled me close and squeezed. “God, you’re like a drug to me Tiger. I love that I can’t get enough.”

That woke me right back up. Asher was still hot and hard, and that just wouldn’t do. Fair is fair, and all that.

“Well, that’s good news,” I snickered, rubbing myself against his cock. “Because it seems we’re not done yet.”

I dropped to my knees and took Asher’s hot, hard length into my mouth. His legs shook and he reached for the counter to steady himself. Behind me, I heard Eli walking away.

“Oh, no you don’t. We have one rule, remember.” I grabbed Eli’s hand and put it to the back of my head. “Together, or not at all.”

“Sorry, wasn’t thinking… fucked me senseless.” Eli sounded stoned, silly.

Sucking Asher’s thick cock back into my mouth, I felt Eli grab a fistful of my hair and push me forward. He held me there, with Asher’s cock fully seated in my throat until I almost couldn’t take it anymore, then pulled my head back. I gasped in a deep breath, a thin line of saliva running out of my mouth.

“Now, that’s the way to be a team player,” Asher winked at Eli.

Eli chuckled, and not to be outdone, he reached up and tweaked Asher’s nipple. Before the surprise could register on Asher’s face, Eli shoved my mouth down over Ash’s cock once more. He held me there, just long enough to be delicious torture, then pulled me back for a beat, and made me deep throat once again. It was almost too much, but it was so f-ing hot. Asher thought so too, as I felt his cock swell even further in my mouth.

Hot damn on a skillet. Eli was fucking Asher with my face.

I swished my hips against the pressure building back up. Slender fingers found my sweet spot, pinching and rolling the tender flesh. I arched my back, offering up myself again as Asher plunged deeper and deeper into my throat.

With no warning, Eli slid into me from behind, fully recovered from our last round and it was all I could do not to lose myself right then. I clenched around Eli and he grunted. I looped my tongue around the head of Asher’s cock as he pulled out of my mouth, quivering.

“Harder,” I panted.

Asher grabbed my head on either side, pulling my face closer, deeper. Eli continued to push at the back of my head with one hand, while his other hand clenched my hip. The moans and groans grew louder. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed around the kitchen. I dug my nails into Asher’s ass cheeks. I could feel Eli’s balls smacking my clit as he neared the finish line.

It was blissfully too much. Though it would never be enough. And when both of my men climaxed inside of me, at the same time, my heart exploded with love, even as my own orgasm overtook me.

We collapsed in a heap of limbs and skin, right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. For several seconds, all that could be heard was heaving breathing and the occasional sigh. Then a different sound filled the room. Crunching.

I looked up to Asher, who had somehow managed to snag the plate of bacon from the counter. A crispy slice disappeared into his grinning mouth.

“Want some?” He looked to me and Eli with an overly innocent expression.

“Uh, duh.” Eli said, rolling his eyes, but smiling.

“Okay. One for you,” Asher placed a piece of bacon in my opened mouth. Then did the same for Eli, “And one for you. And one more for me.”

I could see it now, my life was never going to be boring or conventional. But I didn’t care one bit. So long as Asher and Eli were with me to complete our little triangle, our life would be the exact perfect shape for us.

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If you enjoyed this novella, consider checking out Alex’s Blood Chord series, staring snarky Claire: a vampire, a witch, and a single mom who has a serious appetite for all things dark and twisty.

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