His body locks against mine and a snarl tears out of him that doesn't even sound like him. It's guttural and animal andgorgeous, his face buried in the curve of my neck, his breath scalding against the crescent scar.
His teeth sink in.
The pain is bright and clean. Nothing like the violation that put the scar there in the first place. This is a question asked with the body, and my body answers before my brain catches up. A flare of heat blooms from the mark outward, flooding my nervous system, rewriting the neural pathways that have been coded towrong wrong fucking wrongfor years.
I feel Phoenix inside me, and not just his knot.
The bond thread that's been warm and solid between us for so long ignites into a permanent brand. Phoenix locks into place in my chest like a deadbolt sliding home, and tears spill down my face before I can stop them.
Phoenix's hips jerk twice more and he comes with a groan that vibrates through the mark, and I come so hard my back bows off the mattress and I scream into his shoulder, clawing at his strong back.
He holds me through it, both hands cradling my skull, his forehead against mine, breathing hard. His eyes are wet.
"Hi," I whisper.
"Hi," he chokes out. He kisses me, slow and tender, until his knot finally goes down. Then he pulls back and carefully separates from me.
I'm already writhing and pleading for more.
Raf is behind me before Phoenix has fully pulled away, his hands turning my hips, his mouth already on the fresh mark Phoenix left. His tongue traces the edges of the bite and it stings and tingles in the best way. I jolt and grab the nearest thing, which turns out to be Rex's forearm.
Rex doesn't pull away, even when I dig my nails in.
Raf enters me from behind with a smooth, decisive thrust that makes my vision white out. He's thick and relentless, one hand splayed across my lower belly, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
"This okay?" he murmurs against my shoulder.
"Stop fucking checking on me," I pant.
He gives a dark, breathy laugh and obliges.
His rhythm is different from Phoenix's. Harder. More insistent and aggressive. Where Phoenix was depth and tenderness, Raf drives into me with the same relentless timing he brings to his bass lines, and every thrust pushes a sound out of me that I can't control.
Rex is in front of me now, kneeling.
His sweats are gone, revealing the scarring on his cock I remember from the tower, the raised ridge spiraling from base to shaft.
He's watching me get fucked by Raf with his jaw tight and his one working eye burning, the other hidden by his hair. His cock is half-hard just from the sight of what Raf and Phoenix are doing to me, which for Rex is a victory against his own body.
I reach for him. "Come here."
He hesitates. That split second of self-hatred flashes across his face again, and it happens every time I want to touch him.
But he comes closer.
I take him in my mouth, already working the shaft with my tongue, pressing against the scar gently. He hisses and his thighs shake. His hand finds the back of my skull, fingers threading through my hair, and the grip tightens involuntarily when I hollow my cheeks.
"Fuck," he grits out.
Behind me, Raf's thrusts slow and deepen. The base of his cock is already swelling and the stretch makes me moan around Rex. The vibration makes Rex's hips jerk forward.
Raf's knot locks inside me and his teeth find my neck. His bite is sharper, more aggressive, a claiming that matches the man. The bond ignites and Raf slots into place beside Phoenix in my chest.
My vision goes black around the edges and I would collapse if Raf's knot wasn't holding me upright, his arm banding across my torso.
Rex pulls back. His cock is hard now, fully hard. He's tense, but he's not going soft.
My hand finds his hip. I look up at him through a haze of tears and endorphins, my lips swollen and my neck bleeding from two fresh marks, and I grin.