Cole’s voice was a low rumble in my ear. “Fucking soaked, so fucking fast.”
Fingers fucked me roughly, taking away my capacity for thought. I couldn’t see who, and I didn’t care. My hips rose and fell in time with them as I surrendered to the pleasure. “Please,” I whispered.
This was the real danger—how easy it was to forget everything when they touched me like this, forget what they'd done, forget what would happen when Carter was gone, forget that this might all fall apart the moment the crisis ended.
Cole moaned, his rhythm faltering. Tristan’s arm moved rhythmically behind him, and my eyes widened as I realized what was happening.
I drew Cole’s face to mine and captured his lips in a kiss, desperate and urgent, our tongues sliding together as I held him to me with my fingers tangled in his hair.
Hot tears burned behind my eyes. Fuck, I’d missed this. I’d missedthem.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned into my mouth. “I can’t?—”
Alek repositioned me so I lay on my side, one thigh thrown over Cole’s legs. When his cock pressed at my entrance, he moaned, “Cole.”
I looked down—Cole had gripped Alek’s cock between my legs, stroking him in time with Tristan’s strokes of Cole’s cock.
Cole brought Alek to my entrance and guided him into me.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me in, malyshka.”
This position let him slide so goddamn deep, and I couldn’t hold back the throaty moan that escaped me.
Cole continued to kiss me as Alek fucked me slowly. Tristan’s hand moved up and down Cole’s cock, occasionally brushing my clit.
“So fucking good, baby,” Tristan murmured into Cole’s ear. “Gonna keep prepping you to take me.”
Cole moaned, ragged, his eyes glazing over, and cupped my jaw, holding me in place so he could kiss me. “So fucking perfect, princess.”
Alek’s slow and steady rhythm built tension in my core until I thought I would break, until pleasure crested over me in a sweet wave, flowing outward through my limbs and leaving me weak and blissed out.
Alek gathered me close, leaning over to whisper over my cheek at Cole. “Gonna fill her up,” he said. “Breed our perfect little slut.”
My mouth opened, and Cole nipped my bottom lip, his eyes lighting with delight. “Look at you, taking him, letting him mark you inside and out. You’d look so fucking perfect, your belly round with our baby, tits heavy with milk.”
Oh god, why was that thought so hot? He knew I was on birth control, and yet the image hit me like a freight train—proof of ownership, proof that this was real, proof that I belonged to them, that they belonged to me. It was so fucked up that I wanted to be tied to them in a way I couldn’t escape.
Alek sped up, and then he moaned my name as he came inside me. The moment he pulled out, Cole slipped in.
“So messy,” Alek said. “Letting us fill you together.” He reached around me to tease my clit.
When I would have jerked away, oversensitive from my first climax, he just pressed closer to me, adjusting my body so I could take Cole deeper.
“You’re ours,” Alek whispered against my ear like a vow. “Not letting you go, baby girl.”
Cole’s hands gripped my hips, possessive, claiming. “That’s right. Ours.”
We came together, explosively, then Cole moved out of the way so Tristan could take his place. My eyes widened.
“Good morning, kitten,” he said as he covered me. “Guess we’re gonna leave you a filthy mess this morning.”
Cole laughed quietly as Tristan fucked me hard.
When I came for the third time, I was boneless and satiated, delicious lassitude seeping out of every inch of me, utterly uninterested in getting up to start the day.
They dragged me out of bed and into Alek’s shower anyway.
The water was hot, steam filling the space. Four bodies barely fit, but they made it work. Alek washed my hair with careful hands, Cole soaped my back, and Tristan’s fingers massaged my scalp as Alek rinsed out the shampoo.