“I’m fine,” I whisper, though it sounds more like a confession than reassurance.
Ronan chuckles behind me, low and gravelly, and I feel the vibration through my spine. “Liar,” he murmurs against my shoulder before his lips graze my skin in a kiss that steals whatever reason I had left.
Then Emerson’s hands slide to my hips, his thumbs drawing slow circles there, grounding me. “Come here,” he murmurs, voice rough around the edges. “Let us take care of you.”
My breath stutters.
Because I know what that means. Not sex—not yet, not fully—not the brutal, gripping, consuming kind we shared last night. This is different. This is slow. Intentional. A closeness that strips away armor instead of clothes.
I nod before I can think better of it.
Rowan’s lips find mine first, soft at the start, then deeper as I answer him, fingers curling in the front of his shirt. His hand cups the back of my neck, tilting my head to give him more of me. When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
Emerson kisses the inside of my shoulder at the same time Ronan’s mouth brushes along the shell of my ear. Three points of heat, three currents of want, all converging on the same place inside me until I feel like I might unravel.
Their touch stays just shy of explicit—hands mapping, lips lingering, breath catching—but the intensity is enough to set my skin on fire. They strip my towel with more patience than they’ve ever shown in a fight, each movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring the right to uncover me piece by piece.
Rowan presses a kiss to my collarbone.
Ronan’s palm spreads across my stomach, warm and protective.
Emerson cups my face, eyes searching mine with a depth that makes my lungs ache.
“You’re ours,” he whispers, voice steady but thick.
Ronan echoes quietly, “Always.”
Rowan seals it with another kiss. “And we’re yours.”
I sink into them, all heat and hands and tangled breath, letting them hold me, worship me, remind me with every touch that even in the dark, I’m not alone.
With how loose and warm my limbs feel, they guide me wherever they want me. My body isn’t fighting gravity anymore; it’s floating, pliant, willing. Ronan shifts me with that quiet strength of his, hands sure and steady as he turns me until I’m straddling Emerson. My chest presses to his, our breaths mingling, his heartbeat thundering against mine like he’s trying to anchor me to him.
Emerson’s hands slide up the backs of my thighs, soft and reverent, gripping just enough to hold me still. His voice is a quiet rasp when he murmurs, “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” And I believe him. I always do, even when the world is nothing but fire and ruin around us.
Ronan kneels behind me, his presence a dark heat at my back. His fingers ghost over my hips, my waist, the lines of my spine, moving with a familiarity that sends shivers through me. When he drags his hand lower, I can feel the smile against my shoulder, the warm press of his breath as he murmurs, “Look how wet you are for us.” As he drags his fingers through my glistening folds.
Ronan’s touch is deliberate as he trails his fingers over the heat of my body, slow strokes that make my muscles tremble with anticipation. Emerson kisses the side of my throat, soft at first, then firmer, lips lingering like he wants to claim everyinch of skin he can reach. The combination of their touches pulls a sound from me I don’t recognize—soft, needy, completely unguarded.
They murmur to me as they move, voices overlapping in a low, steady rhythm.
“Breathe, baby.”
“You’re doing perfect.”
“That’s it. Let go.”
Emerson’s hands trace slow, grounding paths down my back, steadying the tremor in my spine as he enters me. “Fuck…” he growls when he seats himself fully, the sound rough and undone. His grip tightens in my hair, drawing my mouth back to his, kissing me hard as he murmurs broken pleas against my lips. “So tight and wet for me.”
Ronan’s grip on my hips tightens, grounding me, while he slips a finger, then two into my pussy beside Emerson, stretching me. “You ready for both of us?”
“Yes.Please. I need it.” I beg desperately, pushing back against him.
“Shh… I’ve got you.” Ronan pulls his fingers free, and by the sounds of it, he’s licking them clean before lining himself with my entrance and slowly sliding in next to Emerson. “Easy, baby. Let me in.”
Once he glides that last inch, we all groan at the tight fit.
Rowan chuckles as he watches us, stroking his cock and drawing my attention to him. He grips my chin, keeping my eyes firmly on him. “Are you stuffed full? You’re so beautiful, taking two cocks.”