He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. “Look at me,” he commands, and I turn my head to meet his eyes. His vampire nature surfaces slightly, his eyes darkening, fangs just barely visible.
“Mine,” he growls, and the possessiveness in that single word sends a thrill through me.
“Yours,” I pant.
He increases his pace then, his control slipping just enough to show how affected he is. His fingers work faster against my clit, and I feel myself building toward another climax, impossibly soon after the last two.
“Come for me, Rose,” Lucien demands, his voice rough with desire. “Now.”
My body obeys as if it has no choice, pleasure crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping his name.
Afterward, he’s all tenderness, gathering me into his arms, checking to make sure he hasn’t hurt me, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulders and neck. It’s such a stark contrast to his dominance during sex.
“Thank you,” I murmur, nestling against him.
“The pleasure was mine,” he replies, brushing a strand of hair from my face before reluctantly withdrawing to make room for the last of my lovers.
As Ash approaches, his eyes never leave mine. There’s something wild about him, something unpredictable, that makes my heart rate pick up.
Unlike the others, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask permission. He simply climbs onto the bed, flips me onto my back, and pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand. His other hand travels down my body, possessive and demanding, as if he’s claiming territory.
I should be nervous. I should be intimidated. Instead, I’m wet and ready, my body responding to his dominance with eager submission.
“Look at you,” he finally says, his voice a low growl. “So eager to be taken. Such a good little slut for me.”
The words should offend me, but coming from Ash, in this context, they feel like praise. I arch up against him, wordlessly asking for more.
He chuckles darkly. “So impatient.” His fingers find me wet and ready, and he slides two inside without waiting, his thumb pressing against my clit. “Already desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond shame at this point. “Please, Ash.”
“Please what?” He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. “Say it, Rose.”
“Fuck me,” I beg, past caring how desperate I sound. “Please just fuck me.”
He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his cock in one swift, powerful thrust that has me crying out. Unlike Lucien’s measured pace or Soren’s playful experimentation, Ash’s rhythm is relentless, almost punishing in its intensity.
“Take it,” he growls, his face inches from mine. “Take all of it.”
He fucks me hard, his hand fisted in my hair, his teeth scraping the side of my neck. The intensity is almost too much, but it’s exactly what I want. What I need. The pain and pleasure blend until I can’t tell them apart. Ash takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming me as thoroughly as his cock does.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “You want them to watch while I fuck your beautiful cunt.”
I don’t know if I answer because I’m already too far gone. He fucks me through one orgasm, then another, never slowing, never letting go of my wrists. The world becomes only his skin against mine, the wet slap of our bodies, to the dirty words that slip from his mouth.
He comes with a groan, slamming me down onto the mattress hard. He doesn’t let go of my wrists even then. He just holds me, both of us trembling, until the world resolves back into something like reality.
Ash collapses beside me, pulling me against him with a possessiveness that I’ve come to expect from him. For all his roughness, there’s a tenderness in the way he strokes my hair, in the gentle kiss he places on my temple.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, and I nod, too exhausted for words.
The bed shifts as the others join us, arranging themselves around me. Drake on my other side, Soren at the foot of the bed, Lucien completing the circle. I’m surrounded, cocooned in warmth and affection.
What happens next is as if they’ve planned this but are also responding to me in real time. Hands and mouths are everywhere, each touch distinct, and I feel Drake’s respectful caresses, Soren’s playful nips, Lucien’s commanding hold, and Ash’s rough grip.
I’m overwhelmed by sensation, by the different ways each man connects with me, by the full spectrum of my sexuality being explored and celebrated.
Soren slides beneath me, his mouth finding my pussy as Drake readies himself behind me, his cock pressing against me. Lucien kneels by my head, his erection ready for my mouth, while Ash stands by the bed, his hand working his cock as he watches the scene with heated eyes.
