Raf hums against me. The vibration makes my thighs shake.
Phoenix's hands tighten on my breasts. His mouth is on my neck, on the scarred side, his lips pressing careful, deliberate kisses along the crescent mark. The tissue is tender and the contact sends complicated signals through my nervous system.
Pain braided with pleasure braided with…holy fuck,that feels good.
Rex sits beside us. His hand finds my thigh, just above Raf's grip, and he looks at me like he has no fucking clue what to do here.
He's fucking adorable.
And he'd kill me if he knew I think that. The thought of how pissed he'd be almost makes me giggle. I bite it back somehow, hoping he thinks I'm just enjoying myself.
"Come here," I say, reaching for him.
He leans in, but mostly because I'm tugging on him and he's letting me. I pull his mouth to mine and he kisses me carefully while Raf takes me apart with his tongue and Phoenix works my breasts.
My first orgasm builds fast and hits even harder. Raf doesn't stop. He works me through it, his grip tightening on my thighs when I cry out and giggle and yelp and squirm because I'm too sensitive tonotthrash, and Phoenix holds me steady against his chest while my body convulses.
"Again," Raf says against me.
"Ican't," I protest half-heartedly.
"Again."
He gets it out of me twice more before I shove his head away with both hands, gasping, trembling, laughing hysterically with my vision going blurry and spotty.
Phoenix lifts me off his lap and lays me down on the mattress. The nest is warm and soft against my liquid bones.
"I want all of you," I say breathlessly. “Now.”
Phoenix looks at Raf.
Raf looks at Rex.
Rex looks at me.
"Who first?" Phoenix asks quietly.
"Doesn't matter. You guys figure it out."
Phoenix settles between my thighs and slides into me slowly, his forehead pressing against mine, his eyes half-closed. He's big—they'reallbig, butwhat the fucking fuck,Phoenix—and the stretch makes me hiss and grab his shoulders.
"Okay?" he breathes.
I'm panting. "Just knot me, Phoenix."
He starts moving, long, deep thrusts that have me writhing again immediately, and I wrap my legs around as much of his thick waist as I can and pull him deeper. His hand cradles the back of my skull and his mouth finds mine again.
Raf lies beside us, his callused hand stroking my hair as he grips my hand in his other one, watching with dark eyes that burn. Rex is on my other side, his hand wrapped around my wrist in a tight grip. Between them and Phoenix's body pinning me to the nest, I'm not going anywhere.
Not that I want to.
This is the best night of my fucking life.
Phoenix's rhythm builds. Each thrust drives me deeper into the nest and further from rational thought, until there's nothing left but the pressure building at the base of my spine and the weight of him above me and the sounds he's making against my throat.
Low sounds. Desperate sounds. Not the gentle, golden-retriever Phoenix the world gets to see. He's more like a lion right now, blond mane and all.
His hips stutter.