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“And more!” Wyatt pounds into me with unrestrained force, my body jerking violently with the impact as I let out a shattered scream.
“Come, pet. Let the world hear who you belong to!”
His growled command shoves me over the edge into oblivion. My inner walls clamp down viciously around Wyatt's pistoning length as ecstasy crashes through me. I keen his name, the sound ragged and primal.
“Good girl!” He growls out, and the sensation of me clenching rhythmically around him proves too much. His hips stutter and lose their punishing tempo, and he slams into my spasming core one final time before spilling himself deep inside my quivering walls with a guttural groan.
As we come down from the high, I’m vaguely aware of movement in the room before Wyatt rolls off of me. I hiss at the loss of contact, but Wilder is immediately there with a warm wet cloth, gently wiping away the evidence of them all from between my legs. Emrys lifts me into his strong arms, cradling me to his broad chest as he carries me to the center of the massive, pillow-soft bed.
Settling us down, Emrys curls his solid warmth around my back as Wyatt lays in front of me. Wilder drapes a blanket over our entwined forms before sliding underneath to join us, settling around my legs and stroking my calf. A warm sensation simmers in my gut as I glance around at them all tangled in a heap of warm skin and muscles.
Wyatt catches my eye before smiling softly. “You were perfect, Kathryn.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, catching me off guard, and somehow warming a space within me that I didn’t even know had gone cold.
My last hazy thought is that, after tonight, I will never be the same. And for once, the notion thrills rather than terrifies me...
Chapter 23
The early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains stirs me reluctantly from sleep. As awareness returns, so do the memories of last night–the passion, the ecstasy.
I shift beneath the silken sheets, my breath catching as I feel soft curves pressed against me. Kathryn. Her long dark hair spills over the pillowcases like ink, lips slightly parted as she sleeps nestled against my chest. She looks positively angelic, the usual sharpness of her features softened.
My arms tighten around her instinctively and she stirs, her sea-glass eyes blinking open sleepily. The events of last night come flooding back and a blush graces her cheeks. Before either of us can speak, her phone alarm chirps loudly. Fumbling to silence it, dismay crosses her delicate features.
"I have to get ready for a bridesmaid brunch," she groans before sliding gracefully from the bed. Casting a shy smile over her shoulder, she disappears into the opulent bathroom, the sound of running water following soon after.
Alone with my troubled thoughts, I rub a hand over my face, confusion and unease swirling within me. What was I thinking last night? I've always prided myself on self-control and propriety. Yet I threw it all aside in a moment of reckless passion.
Seeing Kathryn caught between us all, responding so beautifully to our touch—it unleashed something primal and dangerous within me. I became drunk on dominance, commanding the others to pleasure her as I watched her come undone.
And she submitted so sweetly...
But now, in the harsh morning light, doubts creep in. Did I take advantage of her in a vulnerable moment? Cross unforgivable lines? I'm here for a job, to play a role. Instead I acted no better than…Wilder.
I'm torn violently from my churning thoughts as both Wilder and Emrys begin stirring awake. Before anyone can speak, Kathryn emerges from the bathroom, radiant even in a simple sundress and with damp hair curling alluringly around her shoulders. She gifts us all a shy smile without meeting our eyes.
A pang of…something slices through me at the obvious shame I see swirling within her.
"Duty calls," she says breezily, though tension lingers beneath the surface. "We'll...talk later?"
All three of us nod, watching silently as she grabs her room key and disappears out of the door in a swirl of vanilla scent and clicking sandals.
And then there were three.
Naked men.
Alone in a bed.
An awkward silence descends.
I keep my gaze fixed on the door, unwilling to meet the eyes of the other two men still lounging in various states of undress beside me.
Wilder seems unbothered, stretching lazily before hopping out of bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. "Well, I sure worked up an appetite after that workout last night. What's say we grab some breakfast, fellas?"
His casual tone grates on my nerves. Acting as if we didn't just have a complete lapse of judgment and cross multiple professional lines by bedding our client together. I bite my tongue to refrain from snapping at him. Antagonizing Wilder will get us nowhere.
Emrys remains silent, but I feel the weight of his brooding stare. Wilder's recklessness seems to have brought out a feral intensity in the man that sets my teeth on edge. We allowed ourselves to be ruled by baser instincts last night, but I'll be damned if I let this–whatever it is–continue unchecked.
As the shower starts running, I pin Emrys with a stern look. "This cannot happen again. We’re supposed to be professional." Even as the words leave my mouth, images from last night flash unbidden across my mind. The taste of her skin, the breathy sounds of her pleasure.
