“I was never a good girl,” I smirked, then took him in.
He gasped, head tipping back, fingers immediately sliding into my hair. I moved with intention—slow at first, then deeper, working him with my mouth, my tongue, my breath. Every technique Phoenix had taught me now used with wicked delight.
Behind me, Slade rose, hands firm on my hips. I felt him guide himself to my entrance—thick, hot—and I moaned around Leo’s length, the anticipation making me ache.
“You ready for me, beautiful?” Slade’s voice was wrecked—low and reverent.
I nodded, trembling. “Yes.”
He pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, letting me adjust to the stretch. My breath hitched, muscles tightening.
“You’re okay?” he asked, holding perfectly still.
“Keep going,” I hissed at the sharp pain, then swallowed Leo deeper in response.
Slade groaned, his control slipping as he slid fully into me. And then—he moved. Deep, slow strokes that sent shockwaves through me.
I was smouldering. Every nerve ending alight.
“She’s better than okay,” Leo rasped, sweat beading along his brow. He thrust gently into my mouth, matching Slade’s rhythm. “She’s perfect.”
Slade moved like a force of nature—possessive, careful, relentless. It wasn’t just pleasure. It was homecoming. Worship. A silent oath sealed in skin, breath, and motion.
Our bodies danced between tension and surrender. Every thrust, every gasp, every stroke was a promise: I’m here. I’m yours. I choose you.
I felt Leo start to shake. His rhythm faltered, breath ragged.
And then—release.
He groaned as he spilled into my mouth, my throat taking every drop. Slade gripped my hips tighter, thrusting harder, deeper—until the world split open. I shattered around him, sobbing his name against Leo’s skin.
Slade came with a curse and a cry, burying himself deep as he filled me. We collapsed in a tangled heap, limbs shaking, breath ragged.
And in the stillness, in the sweat and warmth and heartbeat against heartbeat—I felt whole.
Home.
I curled between them and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.
“This what I get for sleeping in?” Phoenix muttered, voice rough with amusement. “Blue balls?”
I turned toward him, trailing a hand over Leo’s bare chest as I moved. Slade’s hand caught my thigh, firm but gentle—like he wasn’t ready to let me go.
“Hold on,” he murmured, grabbing a nearby shirt and cleaning me up with surprising tenderness.
Leo chuckled and placed his hands on my hips, stroking the curve of my backside lazily.
I leaned forward, letting my breasts press against Phoenix’s chest as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, teasing. “Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again.”
Phoenix huffed a laugh, but the hunger in his eyes gave him away. “Make it one minute.”
The others laughed, soft and raw.
For the first time in too long, I didn’t feel broken.
I kissed Phoenix softly. “I love you.”
