“Are you okay?”
Hollis’s voice is close. His hand is closer — warm fingers cupping my cheek, tilting my face toward his. His expression is soft, attentive, watching me with dark, careful eyes. I nod, and something in his shoulders releases. He strokes my cheekbone once with his thumb before he shifts his weight, kneeling beside me. I’m so turned on I can’t think.
His cock is level with my mouth, and he doesn’t push — he waits, letting me come to him. I part my lips and take him in, and the low sound he makes in his throat is its own reward.
Finnegan settles on my other side, and his touch finds my clit before I’ve registered he’s moved — two fingers, light at first, exploratory, learning the rhythm of my breathing before he commits to anything. I gasp around Hollis. My free hand finds Finnegan’s cock and wraps around him, stroking slowly, instinctively, even as my thoughts blur further at the edges.
Rhodes takes my other hand. His grip is sure, unhurried, guiding my fingers around his cock and holding them there a moment before he lets me find my own pace. I feel him watching me. I cannot look back — I can barely hold onto any single sensation — but his presence is steady at the edge of everything.
Then Severi moves.
It’s a slow withdrawal, almost the full length of him, and I feel every inch of it against every inch of Aleksander — the two of them inseparable inside me, the friction between them and around them something I will never forget or get bored of wanting to feel. Then he pushes back in, and Aleksander pullsback in the same moment, and they find a rhythm together that shouldn’t work but does, perfectly, devastatingly, like they’ve done this before or like they’ve simply understood each other without words.
They move as one. They work me as one.
I moan, and Hollis swallows it — his hips beginning to move, fucking my mouth with the same patient, building insistence, one hand threading into my hair without pulling. My own hands are moving on instinct now, stroking Rhodes and Finnegan without thought, and Finnegan’s fingers have stopped being exploratory. He knows what he’s doing now. He rubs my clit in tight, relentless circles, and I feel the pleasure building past a point of return.
It builds faster than I expect. How could it not? Every part of me is spoken for, every sense occupied, every nerve overwhelmed. Severi and Aleksander drive into me together and together and together, my body rocking between them, and Finnegan doesn’t let up — he reads me like a map and he makes sure I enjoy it.
I cry out — muffled, desperate, caught between Hollis and the wreck of my own composure — and my whole body clamps down and shudders. Aleksander’s groan is low and gutted as he thrusts hard, simultaneous with Severi, both of them losing their careful rhythm at the same moment, and I feel them come inside me at the same time I fall apart — a deep, spreading warmth that blurs into the pulse of my own release until I can’t tell where mine ends and theirs begins.
Hollis pulls free of my mouth and I hear him groan above me, feel the heat of him land across my chest, and somewhere beside him Onyx does the same, and I am gasping, trembling, still shaking with aftershocks I can’t control.
They ease out of me slowly, carefully, and for a moment I think I might simply dissolve — might become nothing but warmth and sensation and the echo of them.
Then Rhodes’s arms are around me.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, turns me, and I sink down onto his cock with a moan. My hips begin to move on their own. Chasing. Always chasing more.
His thumb finds my clit again, and he rubs me as he fucks me hard and fast.
He kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world, like no one else exists — and maybe for him, right now, it doesn’t. His mouth is unhurried and deep and certain, and his hands know exactly where to be. It doesn’t take long before my whole body is clenching around him as he groans against my mouth, his fingers twisting into my hair, his hips snapping up once, twice, and then the warmth of him spilling inside me as he holds me flush against his chest and doesn’t let go.
Breathlessly I break away, finding my mates all watching me, and I grin. “Why haven’t we done that from the start? I would have never tried to run away.”
Rhodes slaps my ass. “You’re trouble.”
“Perfect trouble.” Aleksander agrees with a groan. I don’t know who moves first but soon I’m lying back down, and we begin doing that all over again.
Usually,the talk after hours of sex is boring, but as I lie with my head on Severi’s chest, everything a little sore, our conversation seems to just flow naturally. Alek pulls a blanket over my shoulders even though I don’t really need the blanket; it’s warm in the dome. We all just lie there looking up at the night sky. Ican just about see the stars twinkling through the steamy glass, the plants curled around it, but I can still see them. I don’t know how many times I’ve came in the last few hours, but I know I’ve had all of them inside me and I’ve never known pleasure like it. It’s more than just sex; it’s simply that we all trust each other and we are a bonded group. We are mates. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them, and they feel the same way. Rhodes continues the conversation. “How about when this is all over, we go travelling together in Europe?”
“This time we go together, Sun.” Finn adds, almost as a warning, but it’s playful. “You could take us to Spain. Show us places where you used to live.”
“I would like that,” Onyx adds. Agreements are murmured around.
“I don’t know if you’ll like it. I never really used to stay in the greatest of places. Not until I met Harry and his family.” I shrug. “I think it might be better to go to nice hotels, enjoy some good food and culture.”
“Who’s Harry? Is he dead?” Severi questions.
I roll my eyes. I know he is just being possessive. “Yes, he’s dead. But he was like a brother to me.”
“Well, then I’m sorry.” Severi doesn’t sound remotely sorry. I have a feeling he would have found Harry if he wasn’t dead.
“No, you’re not. He was male and not related to me.” I mutter. He doesn’t respond, but I pick up a mini cupcake and throw it at his head. He catches it and pops it into his mouth before winking at me. I look up at the sky. “Anyway... there were so many places I wanted to travel, and it just wasn’t a possibility. I’d like to do that with you all. It’d be fun.”
“At least it’ll give us a bit of time to work out how to set up a farm for you wherever you want to live in the future.” Rhodes murmurs.
“A farm?” Finnegan questions. “Since when does Gwen want a farm?”