Then his mouth closes on my earlobe.
And everything else disappears.
Especially when Talon tightens his fingers around my nipple, the sharp bite of sensation followed immediately by warmth as my shirt is pushed up and his mouth replaces his hand.
A cry tears out of me, louder this time, my body arching helplessly into them.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, the words catching somewhere in my throat, my breath locking up entirely.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Talon murmurs against my skin, his voice rougher now, less restrained. His hand cups my breast, steadying me as his tongue moves, deliberate, attentive, learning every reaction.
Reid slides a finger inside me.
The sensation is too much.
Too deep.
Too right.
“She just got wetter,” Reid mutters, almost to himself. “Feel that? She’s clenching around me already.”
“Fuck, baby,” Luke groans, reclaiming my mouth, his kiss harder now, less controlled, pulling everything together into one overwhelming, consuming moment.
I’m surrounded.
Everywhere.
Hands. Mouths. Heat.
There’s no space left to think.
Only to feel.
And it builds too fast—too intense—until it snaps.
I cry out against Luke’s mouth, my body shaking as I come, gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“She just came,” Reid breathes, his voice rough, almost disbelieving.
“I have to taste it,” Talon says, the words torn out of him. “Please.”
The shift is quick.
Luke releases me just enough to guide me, Reid stepping back, and suddenly Talon is lifting me—strong, steady—carrying me to the bed.
I barely register the movement.
The world tilts.
Then I’m down, my legs pushed up, my body opened to him.
And then?—
His mouth.
A scream rips out of me, loud enough to echo, but cut off a second later when Reid’s mouth crashes back onto mine, swallowing it whole.
It takes me a moment to realize the sound was mine.