A quiet sound slips from my lips, a wordless plea that signals I’m ready for whatever comes next. “Please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore—but I don’t have to. They understand anyway.
They move together with a kind of precision only they could pull off, bodies syncing within mine, supporting me, surrounding me, overwhelming me in the best possible way.
It doesn’t take long to feel that overwhelming sensation signaling a quick spiral toward the edge. My pussy starts clenching, tightening impossibly against them.
Both of them groan.
Ronan shifts behind me. “You going to come on our cocks, baby?” I can’t answer him, so he reaches between Em and me, strumming my clit.
I scream moments later, black specks dotting my vision as I drop onto Emerson’s sweaty chest.
Ronan’s hands tighten on my hips with a mix of command and tenderness, guiding my body until he slips free, but then fits himself against my back entrance.
A surprised sound slips from my lips, caught off guard by the sudden shift. They chuckle softly, easing me back with murmured reassurance and coaxing praise until the tension melts again. The new pressure steals my breath, a whimper slipping from me that melts into a desperate noise as my body adjusts to him. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way, heat curling through me so intensely my vision blurs.
But even in the haze, I can tell something is missing.
Or rather… someone.
Rowan hasn’t moved from my side, kneeling with his shoulders squared and his chest rising and falling like he’s holding himself back by sheer force. His eyes track every movement of his brothers with a hunger that catches fire in my belly. The sight of him—tense, starving, wanting—unravels inside me.
He licks his lips slowly, hungrily, gaze flicking from my body to my face. The moment our eyes lock, the air between uscrackles. I lift a shaky hand toward him, fingers outstretched in a silent plea I know he’ll understand.
And he does.
A deep growl vibrates his chest, dark and possessive, and in the next breath he’s on me—closing the small gap like it offended him, gripping my jaw with one hand while the other steadies himself beside me.
His mouth crashes into mine, hot and unforgiving. He kisses me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear again. Like he’s trying to pour six years of loss and longing back into my lungs all at once. His lips devour mine, stealing every gasp the others pull from me, kissing me like this moment is the only proof we’re still alive.
And holy hell… does it feel like coming home.
The pressure builds slowly at first, a deep, pulsing warmth that spreads outward until every nerve feels alive, sensitive, wanting. I gasp, my fingers curling into Emerson’s shoulders, my forehead resting against Rowan’s as an indistinct sound slips out of me—half moan, half plea.
They answer in soothing whispers.
“Easy, princess. You can take it.” Rowan whispers against my lips.
“We’ve got you.” Emerson’s hands slide up to clasp my thighs, holding me secure while he finds a slow, controlled pace that sends heat spiraling through me.
“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl, taking our cocks so well.” Ronan’s groan vibrates against my ear, his hand sweeping down my spine in a tease before he brings it down on my right cheek, a burning shock that makes my breath hitch.
A wild, wanton groan tears from my throat, a helpless surrender to them… to us… to the way we fit in every dark and perfect place. I let them move me, guide me, hold me, their bodies bracketing mine on all sides. I’m suspended betweenthem, breathless, helpless, cherished, lost in the rhythm they create around me. Every shift, every drag of their hands, their cocks, every quiet command in my ear sends me spiraling higher.
Rowan cradles my chin, thumb sweeping my bottom lip like he’s coaxing it to bloom. “Open up for me, baby.”
I do, without a heartbeat of hesitation, and he moves into me slowly at first, then deeper, until he brushes the back of my throat.
When I hum around him, his growl drops to a feral beast, and he holds himself flush against my mouth like he’s fighting not to lose control.
“Fuck, baby.” His fist tightens in my hair, anchoring us together.
Then we move, the four of us, a single pulse, a single breath. Emerson anchors me, hands gripping my hips and guiding my rhythm with a curse that vibrates through his chest. Ronan’s pressed against my back, his voice rough in my ear as he drags his teeth along my neck, whispering exactly how he wants me, how he needs me.
“Look at them, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re driving us insane.”
His words melt my insides. One hand braces against Rowan’s thigh as he fucks my throat, while the other splays on Emerson’s chest, feeling every uneven breath he takes and hearing every broken sound he tries to swallow down.
“Fuck, Berk…” Emerson’s voice strains, shaking with restraint. “You’re gonna ruin me.”