I slip through the door into my dorm, shutting and locking it before I reach for the hem of my shirt and remove it, leaving me in the sports bra. I fling the shirt at my lounge but stop at the cool touch of wind against my flesh.

My muscles tense, prepared to fight, hair standing on end at the feel that I'm not alone.

My head whips to the side, noticing the open window to my left.

Fear slices through me, and I go to step back, to escape but a hand wraps itself around my mouth, silencing any noises I was prepared to make, another binding around my waist and pulling me into a hard chest.

My heart races in my chest, thoughts running rampant on what to do, how to get out of this situation. The creature buried deep breath me rises its head, and I will my shadows to come out, to help me but nothing happens. My creature hunkering back down into whatever hell she came from.

Guess I have to rely on myself.

My elbow rears back, slamming into the man's side and a whoosh of air slips past me, followed by a breathless chuckle.

"Fuck, Baby girl, you got quite the elbow on you."

"Malachi." I breathe out and relax in his arms, going slack. "What are you doing here?"

"You don't want me here, baby?" His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly close into his body.

I roll my eyes at the pout I can hear in his voice. "Let go of me."

"Okay." His arms unwind from around me and then he's pushing me, right into the arms of the second body that appears.

Killian catches me, brows raised at the scowl I shoot his way.

"What are you guys doing?"

"We want to talk."

My heart drops, palms getting sweaty. "About. . ."

"Us, what we want." Malac says.

I don't say anything. Can't.

"I-" I finally say before I'm cut off.

"You like us both." Malachis voice is so sure, so full of conviction.

"No." I shake my head vehemently. I can't.

"You do." Malachi says, not taking my denial.

"You really think Killian doesn't know I finger fucked you against the closet door, that you squeezed my fingers so-"

"Kai." Killian says, cutting off his twin.

Malachi sighs, the sound loud in the tense silence. "I know you guys kissed."

"Look-" I start but don't know how to continue.

"Just admit you like us both." Malachi says, almost desperate.

"I can't." I say and push from Killian's grip, embarrassed that I'd just let him hold me throughout this whole conversation.

"Why not?" Killian says, words soft and I look up at him.

"Because it's wrong."

"Says who?" Malac adds, "I don't care, Killian sure as fuck doesn't care and if you don't care then that's all that matters. Nobody outside of the relationship has any say."

"Relationship?" I choke out.

"Surely you've realised how obsessed I am with you?" Malachi says lowly.

Killian speaks, forcing my eyes up to his. "Let us show you how good it could be."

He steps towards me, invading my personal space and sucking all thoughts out of my mind until one singular one remains.

Or two.

Malachi steps up, his hands settling on my hips and holding me to him and all thoughts except this moment with the both of them flees, leaving only their faces a home in my mind, their names spilling from my tongue.

Killian grins as his name comes out on a rough exhale, stained with the need I can feel building low in my core.

"You good there Noah?" His smile is cheeky, voice even more so as he lifts a hand and tracing a finger along my jawline until he reaches my parted lips, "you seem flustered."

"Just fucking kiss me." I murmur against his finger, and watch as his eyes darken, the need in the blue depths mimicking mine. His eyes hood and then Killian kisses me.

It's so different from our first kiss, no hesitation, no curiosity, just full of carnel need.

Malachis rough chuckle caresses the side of my neck before he places a delicate kiss there but I can hardly focus when Killian traces the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking, begging for entrance.

My mouth opens, tongue meeting his.

Malachis hand slip under my shirt, smoothing over the expanse of my stomach, the rough pad of his fingers drawing imaginary tattoos on my heated flesh.

I wish I could tattoo his touch on me forever.

Every curious trace of his fingers, devilish flick of his tongue against my neck, every single way he touches me, I wish I could keep a remnant of.

Malachi pulls me back and I follow blindingly until we're falling and then I feel and watch as Killian takes the seat next to me, looking at me like he wants to devour me.

The couch sinks under the weight of all three of our bodies, but I hardly pay attention to anything, not when Killian starts kissing me again, not when Malachis fingers trace a trail down my stomach and dip beneath the waist of my pants, slipping lower.

I lean back into him, Killian following me.

A gasp is ripped from my chest as his fingers find me, wet and willing but then his fingers leave and disappointment hits me.

He chuckles, lips skimming my ear. "Do you want me, baby girl?"

I moan, too lost in Killian to form any words.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers while my brother fucks your mouth with his tongue."

I almost choke at the vulgar words and Killian pulls back, eyes twinkling.

"What do you want, Noah?"

I can't think, can't speak.

Malachis hand slips low again, ghosting over my slit, a curious finger dipping into me.

But then he pulls back and I'm left empty again, my chest rising and falling with hurried breaths.

"Tell him what you want." Killian demands, voice low and filled with gravel, eyes leisurely dropping down my figure to watch where Malachis hand has disappeared.

"I want-" I cut off when Malachis fingers find my clit, rubbing me softly, lazily. Like he has all the time in the world to learn my body and what it can do.

Killian watches the movement, eyes hooded.

What they can make it do.

He grins, the smile full of male ego. "You want. . . ?"

I glare but the look has no heat behind it, since all the heat in my body seems to have sunk to where Malachi starts teasing me again. Applying just enough pressure to have me wanting more but never delivering me any satisfaction.

"I want you to shut up and kiss me."

Killian laughs, the sound hitting me straight in the chest.

"And?"

"And I want Malachi to fucking stop teasing me."

"You hear that brother." Killian says but he doesn't take his eyes off me. "I think you need to give Noah what she wants."

The end of his sentence is punctuated with Malachi slipping his finger fully inside me and curling it.

A suck in the breath,

"Like that?" Malachi whispers, pulling his finger out and pushing it back in.

"More." I croak. 

Killian moves, hands slipping to my tights and pulling at the fabric, the pants slipping over my hips and ass before he's ripping them off my legs with a ferocity I'd never expect from the normally cool and collected brother.

Malachi takes the opportunity to add a second finger to his ministrations.

Killian's hands land on my knees, spreading my legs wider, his eyes focused between us.

I look down, heart racing as we watch Malachi finger me, driving in and out.

I can't focus, having both their hands on me at the same time. Part of me thinks it should be wrong, I should be ashamed to be doing this, letting them do this to me.

I'm going to hell.

I must've said the words out loud because Killian scoffs and Malachi chuckles.

"And we'll be right by your fucking side." Malachi whispers harshly.

My head drops back into Malacs shoulder, eyes closing unbidden and then I feel the cool touch of wind against my chest as my sports bras is shifted out of the way.

My eyes slip open just wide enough to watch Killian's head move forward, feel his lips curl around my nipple and bite.

A harsh hiss leaves me, but it's quickly replaced with a moan as Malachi adds another finger and curls it.

"You make such pretty noises for us." Malachi whispers, "but I want to hear you scream my name." He snarls.

Then I'm moving, flipped and manoeuvred whatever way Malachi wants, Killian's hands helping to place me on the couch, knees spread on the cushions, bent over the back.

My hands strain on the back of the couch, nails biting into the fabric. I glance over my shoulder, finding both their eyes on me. Malachi smiles back at me, full of male satisfaction before he looks at the view in front of him. "I could get used to this."

The words have me wanting to close my legs and hide myself, a heat in my cheeks that I'm not used to. But I don't hide, My fingers clenching in the couch as I swallow my embarrassment and meet both of their eyes.

Killian moves, his steps slow and measured as he walks around the couch and I follow him with my gaze, tracking his movements like a predator. His eyes land on mine, brows rising at whatever he sees there but he says nothing, only stepping closer.

He stops in front of me, bending slightly until we're eye to eye.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes." I hiss, no hesitation in my voice or my hands as I reach for his belt loop and pull him forward.

His watches me through hooded eyes, biting his lips hard when my fingers find the zip to his jeans and I pull it down.

Looking up at him, heart racing, I reach in and pull out his dick.

Twisting my fingers around the base, I squeeze gently, moving my wrist up and down.

Rustling echoes behind me and I turn to look but Killian grabs my face, fingers digging gently into my cheeks and keeping my gaze locked on him.

"Open." He demands and I do.

He steps forward, close enough that I can smell the addictive cologne of him, purely male and purely Killian.

A heady feeling whips through me before it's drowned by the taste of him on my tongue, the feel of his cock sliding against my lips and hitting the back of my throat.

He eases back out slowly and drives back in, watching me take him with every thrust of his hips.

I watch him back, feeling myself get wetter and wetter, wondering what Malachi is doing behind my back.

I don't have to wait for long, the feel of his hands on the globes of my ass, kneading and teasing me.

And then his mouth is on me, sucking my clit and tonguing my hole.

A long drawn out moan escapes me, vibrating against Killian's dick if his pleasure filled face is anything to go by.

Malac feasts on me like I'm a seven course meal and he's a starving man.

In return I suck his brother down like I've done this before.

I haven't, but I don't let them know that, pretending I know exactly what I'm doing, thinking back to the books I'd read to escape reality, sinking into my intuition.

I lift a hand, wanting to curl my fingers around Killian's dick and stroke the places my mouth can't reach, milking him for all he's worth.

And then some.

His groan is a rough exhale, his hands pulling at my hair, loosening the tight bun I had twisted it into.

The strands fall around my face, auburn hair stained black with my shadows but I hardly notice the colour when Killian pulls it, tipping my head back until his dick pops free.

I can't focus on his face, his edges blurry through my watery eyes, my body too attuned to what Malachi is doing behind me to care about much else.

But then that's gone too, and Killian is lifting me under the arms, pulling me into his body.

I wrap my legs around his hips, body buzzing with unkept adrenaline.

"Fucking hell, Kill." Malachi's voice is harsh but I hear the sound of his footsteps following us as Killian carries me into the bathroom.

He shoves us into the shower, Malachi following after before he turn it on, the cold touch of the water should shock me but I hardly feel it, not when Killian starts kissing me and Malachi is a strong force at my back, his own lips on my spine, slipping lower.

"Why are we in the fucking shower." Malachi grumbles, his words muffled against my flesh.

Killian's lips leave mine, and I open my eyes, looking at him as he traces my face before looking at my hair.

"Because I prefer the red."