Everything blurs after that. Sensation on sensation, layered and relentless. Luke’s mouth tracing my skin. Talon’s tongue working me with devastating focus. Reid controlling my breath, my sounds, my ability to think.
I’m completely surrounded. Completely undone.
At some point, I reach out blindly, needing something—someone—to hold onto. My fingers find skin, then muscle, then something harder.
“Oh fuck,” Luke groans, his head tipping back, his entire body tightening. I follow the line of him with my hand. His cock.
Hard. Hot.
Waiting.
I wrap my fingers around him, testing, learning the weight and heat of him as I start to move my hand slowly.
His reaction is immediate.
“Oh, baby,” he chokes out. “Yeah… just like that.”
“I want it in my mouth,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can second-guess them. “Please.”
He shakes his head like he shouldn’t—like he knows he shouldn’t—but his body betrays him, shifting closer anyway.
“Just give it to her,” Reid groans, his voice dark, wrecked. “Fuck… let her take it. She knows exactly what she’s doing.”
“I do,” I murmur, though the words dissolve halfway through as Talon drags his tongue over my clit again, making my vision flash white.
Still, I lean forward, and take him into my mouth.
The taste of him floods my senses—clean skin, heat, something unmistakably him. I don’t tease, not like I usually would. There’s no patience left in me. No control.
I take him deeper. Faster. Driven by instinct more than anything else.
His groans fuel me. Reid’s voice in my ear fuels me. The fact that they’re all here—watching, touching, wanting—fuels me.
“That’s it,” Reid murmurs, pushing my hair back from my face. “Make him feel good, darling.”
I do.
I take him deeper, tracing every ridge and vein with my tongue, pulling sounds out of him I’ve never heard before.
I cup his balls, squeezing gently as I swallow him down, feeling the head of him press against the back of my throat.
My body tightens again, another wave building as Talon pulls at me relentlessly, his mouth refusing to give me a second to recover.
“Fuck—I’m gonna come,” Luke chokes out, his body tensing, his hand slamming against the headboard. “I’m gonna fucking come, Sierra.”
Do it.
The thought pulses through me as I take him deeper, faster, pushing him right to the edge.
And then?—
The tsunami breaks.
A wild shout tears through the room as he comes, his hot seed spilling into my mouth, and I swallow it all, riding out the tremor that shakes through him like I don’t want to waste a single drop of it.
CHAPTER 32
Talon