But all three surround me. Pack reading my responses, adjusting..
"Let us take care of you first," Tyler murmurs, voice already husky. "Just… let us make you ready."
Calder's hands cup my face, tilting my head up for a kiss that's fierce and tender all at once. His cedar-smoke scent wraps around me like shelter while his mouth claims mine with purpose.
Tyler's hands find my breasts, cupping and learning the weight of them. His thumbs brush over sensitive peaks and I gasp into Calder's kiss. The dual sensation, mouth and hands from different sources, makes my brain short-circuit.
Then Julian's voice, analytical even now: "Pressure points in the feet correspond to arousal centers. Let me?—"
His hands wrap around my ankle, thumbs pressing into the arch with precise pressure that sends unexpected pleasure shooting up my leg. He works systematically, arch, heel, ball of foot, and each press pulls sounds from my throat I didn't know I could make.
"How is that—" I can barely form words.
"Nerve clusters," Julian explains, hands moving to my other foot. "Properly stimulated, they enhance overall sensation. You should feel?—"
"Oh god," I whimper as he presses just right and pleasure sparks through my entire body.
Calder breaks the kiss to watch my face. "Good?"
"So good. Don't stop. Any of you. Please…"
Tyler's mouth replaces his hands on my breast and I arch with a cry. The wet heat of his tongue circles and teases while his hands map the rest of me, ribs, hips, thighs.
Calder kisses down my neck, my collarbone, working steadily lower. When his mouth finds my other breast, mirroring what Tyler's doing, I'm caught between them. Two mouths, different techniques, same devastating effect.
Julian's hands move from my feet to my calves, kneading muscle and finding pressure points that make my legs fall open without conscious thought.
"Beautiful," Calder murmurs against my skin. "You’re perfect, Elowen."
He kisses lower. Past my ribs, across my stomach, making me squirm. When his intent becomes clear, I tense.
"Never?" His eyes find mine.
I shake my head. Never this either.
"Then let me." His voice drops to gravel. "Let me taste you first. Make you ready. Make you want it so badly that the first time won't hurt as much."
Tyler's mouth is still on my breast, tongue doing wickedthings. Julian's hands have reached my inner thighs, thumbs stroking dangerously close to where I'm burning.
"Yes," I manage. "Please. I need you…"
Calder settles between my thighs with clear intent. The first touch of his tongue steals coherent thought completely.
I cry out, hips bucking, but Julian's hands steady me. Tyler soothes with gentle sounds against my breast. And Calder devours me like I'm sustenance he's been denied too long.
The combination is overwhelming. Calder's mouth working me with devastating precision. Tyler's teeth grazing my nipple just sharp enough to sting. Julian's thumbs pressing into my inner thighs with that perfect pressure that makes everythingmore.
All three of them focused on my pleasure. Coordinating without words, adjusting based on my responses, building sensation higher than I knew possible.
"I can't… it's too much… I'm going to?—"
"Let go," Calder murmurs between my legs, and the vibration of his voice tips me over.
I shatter between them. Calder's mouth pulling the climax from me in waves. Tyler's gentle on my breasts as I shake. Julian's steady presence grounding me when I feel like flying apart completely.
When I finally come back to myself, gasping and trembling, all three are watching me with expressions that mix satisfaction and hunger.
"Now," Calder says, voice wrecked. "Now you're ready for me. Tell me if?—"
