Chapter 285: Book 2 ~ Chapter 50

Poppy’s POV

I don’t remember deciding to move. One second I’m breathing both of them in, and the next I’m acting on it.

Heat coils low and tight inside me, sharper than before, impossible to ignore now that I’ve stopped pretending I can. This isn’t hesitation anymore. This is choice.

Jake doesn’t step back this time, and neither does Leo. If anything, they close in. The space around me disappears completely, heat pressing in from both sides, grounding and overwhelming all at once. My breath catches as their presence settles against me until there’s nowhere left to go that isn’t straight into them.

Jake’s hand finds my jaw again. His thumb brushes along the same line as before, but there’s no hesitation behind it now, only intent.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that I feel it more than hear it.

Leo rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger, sending a jolt of electric tingles right through me. Making my toes curl into the soft rug at my feet.

His breath is warm against the side of my neck. “You’re not going anywhere,” he adds, like a promise he’s already decided to keep.

My pulse stumbles. Not from fear, but from how right it feels.

I don’t fight it this time. I don’t second-guess or pull away. I lean, just enough to feel the shift between us, the way something settles and sparks all at once when I stop resisting.

Jake notices immediately. Of course he does. His gaze drops, tracking the movement, and something in his expression changes, control tightening even as everything else slips.

Leo slides his hand out of my pants, and I almost grab it, wanting desperately to keep it there. He grips the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up; I lift my arms automatically, allowing him to slip the fabric over my head.

“Fuck,” Jake breathes, barely audible.

His pupils blow wide, his lips parting slightly as his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate. I’ve never been self-conscious, but the way he looks at me now… it doesn’t just erase doubt. It replaces it with something else entirely.

“Exactly the reaction I expected,” Leo chuckles softly. “Let’s push him a little further.”

Leo’s hands wrap around me again, cupping and squeezing my breasts, whilst teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I let out a small groan as sparks of pleasure pulse through me.

Jake doesn’t move at first, as if he’s giving himself a second, or forcing himself to take one. Then his hand lifts, slow and shaky. His fingers hover just short of my skin, close enough that I feel the heat of them before the touch ever comes.

My skin prickles and my breath catches in anticipation. Jake’s jaw tightens slightly, then he closes the distance. His fingertips brush over me, light at first, almost careful, like he’s testing the reality of it.

The second he makes contact, something in him shifts. His hand settles more firmly, his thumb dragging slowly, deliberately, as if he’s grounding himself through the touch as much as he is claiming it.

A breath leaves him, low and unsteady. “Poppy…”

Behind me, Leo drops his hands to my hips, his fingers pressing in just enough to remind me exactly where I am, and who I’m pressed against. His head dips slightly, his nose brushing along the side of my neck, taking in my scent.

Jake doesn’t miss it. His gaze flicks past me briefly, something sharp passing between them, a conversation I can’t hear, a small twitch of a smirk, which only excites me more. Then his attention is back on me, his touch firming just slightly in response.

Leo’s hands move again, sliding down my thighs and taking my trousers with him, leaving me completely naked. At the same time, Jake lowers his head to suck one rosy nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Every nerve ending in my body fires to life as my two mates work in tandem.

A rough hand wraps around my waist, steadying me, as the other grips my thigh. The floorboards creak as he lifts my leg and pulls it to the side. Before I can fully process what they’re doing, Jake drops to his knees in front of me with a thud, swiping his tongue straight over my exposed pssy with a muffled moan.

My knee almost gives out on me from the explosive sensation, but Leo holds me up; he always does. My head falls back to rest on him as Jake eats me out like I’m his first and last meal.

“That’s it,” Leo whispers against my neck. “Let everything go, beautiful. We’ve got you now.”

I do, and not slowly or carefully. I let it all go at once. The fear, the doubt, the constant, exhausting need to hold everything together. It slips through my fingers as if I were never meant to carry it in the first place.

My breath shudders out of me as something deeper takes its place…Them. Their hands, their heat, the pleasure. The steady, undeniable pull of the bond wrapping tighter around me, not forcing, just holding us all there, in our own little bubble.

I give into it. Into them. Into everything I’ve been trying so hard to fight. Trust replaces hesitation. Heat replaces fear. And when I finally stop resisting, it doesn’t feel like losing control. It feels like finding it.

The orgasm crashes into me like a reward. White-hot sparks detonate in a chain reaction, starting between my thighs and spreading out. My body convulses as I cry out, my hands gripping Jake’s hair and Leo’s arm as I let everything out.

Something shatters quietly, almost delicately, like glass giving way under pressure. I don’t know if it’s real, or something inside me finally breaking. Right now… I don’t care.

Jake’s voice reaches me through the bliss-filled haze, rough, almost unsteady. I hear my name, and something about what I do to him.

I don’t think I’ve ever liked the sound of my name more.