That tiny movement makes me groan—because fuck, even the smallest grind around me feels like heaven.
“Levi,” she pants, her eyes glazed, mouth trembling like she can’t decide between a moan and a plea. “Move. Please.”
I do. A slow withdrawal until just the tip of me is inside her, then a deep, heavy thrust that drives my hips against hers. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the air, mixing with the low grunts and curses from all three of us.
Her head tips back, exposing the smooth line of her throat, and I have to fight the urge to bite down and claim her right there.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” I growl, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced beside her head. “Made for me, weren’t you?”
She whimpers, squeezing Beau tighter in her hand, her other arm reaching blindly for Simon. He catches her wrist, guiding it to the front of his jeans, and the moment she feels him hard beneath the denim, she lets out a soft, broken sound that makes all three of us tense.
Beau shifts down, his mouth finding the inside of her knee, kissing his way upward until he’s right where I’m pushing into her. His tongue drags over her clit, the sensation making her buck against both of us.
The combination is lethal—my cock deep inside her, Beau’s mouth working her, Simon’s fingers teasing her nipples until she’s panting like she can’t get enough air.
“You’re gonna come,” I tell her, my voice low, dirty. “You’re gonna soak my cock while Beau’s tongue is on you, and you’re gonna let us keep going until you can’t move.”
Her answer is a strangled moan that tightens every muscle in my body. I thrust harder, deeper, the pace picking up as Beau sucks on her clit, and Simon leans down to claim her mouth in a hard, filthy kiss.
She’s clinging to all of us now—her nails in my shoulders, her fingers squeezing Beau, her body writhing under Simon’s steady grip.
The first climax rips through her, her inner muscles clamping down around me so hard it makes my vision white out. I groan, pushing deep and holding there, grinding against her as she trembles and gasps into Simon’s mouth.
But it’s not over—not even close. I can feel my knot beginning to swell, the instinct clawing up my spine.
I adjust my hips, one hand cupping her jaw so she’s looking right at me. “I’m gonna knot you, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up and lock us together until your body stops screaming at you. You understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please, Levi…”
That’s all I need. I brace both hands on the bed and start thrusting again—deep, powerful strokes that drive me into her repeatedly until my knot is swelling thick at the base. Her body grips me greedily, slick and scorching hot, and she’s moaning my name now, high and broken, with every push inside her.
Beau leans in from the side, brushing his lips against hers while he guides her hand back to his cock, letting her stroke him in time with my thrusts. Simon’s at her other side, his fingers tugging at her nipple while his free hand cups the side of her neck.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Taking all of us, needing all of us.”
She gasps, arching hard under the three of us, her heat scent peaking so sharply it’s dizzying. My knot presses against her entrance with each thrust, stretching her just a little more until, with one deep push, it pops inside.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, the sudden fullness making her shake. “Oh—oh my god?—”
“That’s it,” I growl, holding her flush to me as my knot swells, locking us together. “You’re mine now. Can’t go anywhere until I’m done filling you.”
The first pulse of release rips through me, and I swear loud and long as I spill inside her, the heat of it making her moanlike she’s coming again. She’s grinding against me even as she clenches, writhing between Simon’s and Beau’s touches, her body milking me for every drop.
I keep her close, murmuring filth in her ear as she shudders through the aftershocks. “That’s it, take it all. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
Even knotted and spent, she’s still warm, still pliant, still smelling like the only thing I’ll ever want. And I know—none of us is walking away from this untouched.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Simon
As a doctor,I should be checking her vitals. Temperature, pulse, hydration. I should be assessing neurological response, cataloging symptoms, maybe even logging them for a case report on extreme suppressant failure.
But I’m so far past thinking straight it’s a miracle I remember my own name.
Levi’s knotted deep inside her, holding her hips flush to his, his jaw locked like he’s surviving this by sheer willpower. I’m watching them, scent-drunk enough that my vision keeps narrowing to just the point where their bodies join.
The low, involuntary whimper she makes punches right into the center of me, and Levi curses in answer, voice breaking rough.
