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My fingers moved like they had a life of their own, tracing the line of his abs and downward, skimming over the lines that dipped beneath his jeans.

He wasn’t wearing a belt. The button of his jeans was easy to undo, with Rowan rescuing his phone before I tugged them down. His boxer briefs too, hit the floor, and I realized this was the first time I’d seen any of them truly naked.

My eyes rose to his. That same amusement lurked there, wondering what I would do with the hard cock I’d just revealed. Long, straight, the tip already glistening with arousal. The hair on his body had been neatly trimmed. I watched as his hand curled around his shaft and stroked once. Again. A third time.

I was hypnotized by a dick, and I wasn’t mad about it.

“Isolde?”

My head snapped up and found Rowan smiling.

“Go lean on the window seat. Bent over, using your elbows. I want to see that pretty pink cunt on display for me.”

Words like that undid me. Until these men, I thought the only men who spoke like that only existed in books or my imagination. Beau had certainly never been able to turn my body into a sultry puddle with a single sentence. But that’s what I was now. Wet, wanting, and happy to obey.

The sun wasn’t bearing down on the window yet. It was just bright and pleasant. Outside, the tide was coming in, slowly creeping up the beach. I heard the sounds of Rowan moving behind me, but I made myself not look. He hadn’t told me I could, and there was something glorious about having nothing to do but rest here and watch the sea.

No worries.

No responsibilities.

A knot of tension I’d barely noticed released between my shoulders.

His hands landed on my ass, smoothing over the skin. “Do you think if this skin got enough sun, you’d get freckles here too?”

“I never really thought about it.”

His fingers gave a tiny, stinging slap in reprimand for speaking. “Widen your legs. I want your feet outside mine.”

Obeying, I found his feet and widened my stance. It exposed me obscenely, and I couldn’t even care. His hands were still on my skin, always moving, making me feel like I was the center of the goddamn universe.

He ran one of his knuckles between my legs and groaned. “Fuck me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the way you taste.”

There was no warning. His mouth was on me. Devouring me. Tongue thrusting deep inside me. It felt entirely different likethis. Had I ever been eaten from behind? I didn’t think so. It didn’t have a right to feel this good.

Rowan moaned. “I want to see you in this position getting yourself off. Showing the five of us how you touch yourself, and then be there to clean up your cum with our tongues.”

I dug my fingers into the cushion of the window seat, holding on because it felt like I was swirling through space. Free falling into Rowan’s words. But it wasn’t out of control. It was freedom. The ability to let go and know someone held the boundaries.

He held me against his mouth, fingers digging into my hips like he couldn’t bring me close enough or plunge deep enough, never taste enough. Rowan’s tongue dragged upward, straying to my ass, and he consumed that too, without reservation. “Have you been taken here? You can answer.”

“Kind of. We tried it once and neither of us really liked it, so we never did it again.”

Rowan bit me gently, slipping a finger deep, just like he had the other night. “Would you be willing to try again?”

I nodded, my head falling to the cushion. Yes, I was willing, because I already knew they would stop if I needed them to, and they would do whatever they could to make it feel incredible. “I need words, Omega.”

“Yes. I would try it again.”

“Good girl.”

My whine was swallowed by the cushions. I couldn’t keep my eyes open when his tonguefuckedme like that. Fingers, lips, teeth, tongue. Rowan took his time, until my whole body felt bathed in sensation, my knees shaking every time he ran his tongue over my clit.

I moaned when he pulled back.

“Turn around, Isolde. Slowly. Your legs might be stiff.”

In reality, they were somewhere between being too stiff and absolute jelly, which didn’t make sense but didn’t make it any less true.

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