Logan and Bobby

The door creaked open, and Kitty’s breath caught in her throat. The dim light from the hallway spilled into the room, casting long shadows across the bed where she lay, her wrists bound above her head with silk restraints. Her body was already humming with anticipation, every nerve alive with the knowledge of what was coming. She felt exposed, ****, and yet utterly safe in Elias’s hands. He had promised her this. Promised her them.

“Look at you,” Elias’s voice purred from the doorway, smooth and commanding. He stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the light. “So perfect. So ready.”

Kitty’s heart raced as her eyes darted to the figures behind him. Her stomach tightened with a mix of fear and desire. She recognized them instantly. Of course, she thought. It had to be them.

First was Logan. His presence was as imposing as ever, his muscular frame filling the doorway, his piercing eyes already locked onto her. There was a primal energy about him, a raw intensity that made her shiver. He stepped inside, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Elias,” Logan growled, his voice low and gravelly. “You weren’t exaggerating.”

Elias smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “I never do, Logan. She’s all yours. For now.”

Logan’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he approached the bed, his boots thudding softly against the floor. Kitty’s breath hitched as he leaned over her, his scent—leather, whiskey, and something uniquely him—washing over her. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, rough yet tender.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You scared, darlin’?”

Kitty swallowed hard, her pulse thundering in her ears. “N-no,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her with every shaky breath.

Logan chuckled, the sound dark and delicious. “Good. Because I’m gonna give you something to really tremble about.”

Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and demanding. Kitty moaned into the kiss, her body arching toward him instinctively. His hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her exposed skin, his touch possessive and unrelenting.

Elias watched from the corner, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Enjoying yourself, Kitty?” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

She couldn’t answer. Not with Logan’s mouth claiming hers, his hands kneading her breasts, his teeth nipping at her neck. But Elias didn’t need her reply. He simply smirked and turned his attention to the other figure in the room.

“Bobby,” Elias said, his tone casual, as if they were discussing the weather. “You’re up.”

Kate’s eyes flicked to the doorway, and there he was—Bobby Drake, his icy blue eyes alight with a mixture of curiosity and desire. He stepped inside, his movements lighter than Logan’s, almost hesitant. But the hunger in his gaze was unmistakable.

“Elias,” Bobby said, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Are you sure she’s ready for this?”

Elias raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Oh, she’s ready. Aren’t you, Kitty?”

Kitty’s heart skipped a beat as Bobby approached the bed. She could feel the heat radiating from Logan’s body, but now there was something else—a cool, almost electric energy that sent shivers down her spine. Bobby’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, and she gasped at the contrast between his icy touch and Logan’s warmth.

“You’re beautiful,” Bobby murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. His hand trailed upward, his touch light but deliberate, sending a wave of goosebumps across her skin.

Kitty whimpered, her body caught between the two of them—Logan’s fiery intensity and Bobby’s cool, controlled passion. She felt like she was being pulled in two directions, yet somehow, it was perfect.

Logan’s lips moved to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “You like that, darlin’?” he growled, his voice vibrating through her. “You like being the center of attention?”

She could only nod, her words lost in a haze of pleasure. Bobby’s fingers teased her nipple, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her, while Logan’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers stroking her with expert precision.

“Good girl,” Elias purred from the corner, his voice a shadow in the room. “You’re doing so well, Kitty. Let them take care of you.”

She moaned, her body arching off the bed as Logan’s fingers pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her. Bobby’s mouth replaced his fingers on her breast, his tongue circling her nipple, his cool breath making her shiver.

“Look at her,” Elias said, his voice low and hypnotic. “She’s falling apart already. And we’re just getting started.”

Kitty’s head fell back against the pillow, her mind spinning with the sensations overwhelming her. She could feel herself losing control, surrendering to them completely. Logan’s fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit, while Bobby’s mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“Come for them, Kitty,” Elias commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. “Let them see how much you need this.”

She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing under their hands and mouths. It was overwhelming, too much, and yet not enough. She wanted more. Needed more.

As she came down from the high, her chest heaving, she caught Elias’s gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his smirk knowing. “That was just the beginning, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a promise. “You’re not done yet.”

Logan pulled back, his lips curling into a feral grin. “You heard him, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough with need. “We’re just getting started.”

Bobby’s hand trailed down her body, his icy touch making her shiver. “Are you ready for more, Kitty?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with intent.

She looked up at them, her body trembling with anticipation, and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Elias stepped forward, his presence dominating the room. “Good,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Because this is just the beginning.”

And as he moved closer, his eyes locked onto hers, Kitty knew there was no turning back. She was theirs. Completely. Utterly. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.