Tomas Brand and Arad Winwin grip Dakota Payne’s hips as he kneels, their dark hair framing sharp, smooth muscles while Arad pins him down with a rough hand. The blond’s mouth seals over Dakota’s, teeth catching his lip before Tomas slides his fingers inside, fingers slick with need. Outside a building’s shadow, their bodies lock in a relentless rhythm, no gentleness, just the weight of two men dominating the third.
