Kylian moves to my side, his magnificent cock hard and ready.
“My turn,” he purrs, taking my hand and wrapping it around his silky, heated length.
I begin to stroke him, matching Colter’s relentless pace.
Luka moves to my other side, his own erection jutting proudly.
“Brylee,” he murmurs, “let me feel that clever mouth of yours.”
I turn my head, and he guides his cock to my lips. I open for him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head before I take him deep.
The world narrows to the points of contact, the three men who are my anchors in a sea of sensation. Colter’s rhythm is a steady, punishing beat, the force of his thrusts driving a cry from my lips with every impact. The sound is muffled by Luka, who begins to move with a slow, deliberate rocking of his hips, testing my limits. He tastes of clean skin and raw desire, and the low groan he lets out vibrates through me, a counterpoint to Colter’s deep grunts.
Kylian, a wicked grin etched on his face, guides my hand with his own, his fingers laced through mine as we work his shaft together.
“Just like that, my perfect obsession,” he praises, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. “Feel how hard you make me.”
His other hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple into a tight, aching peak. The dual sensations of his touch and the relentless pounding from Colter are a dizzying cocktail of pleasure and pain.
Colter shifts his angle slightly, and the new depth makes me arch off the bed, a broken moan escaping around Luka’s cock.
Colter finds that spot, the one that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“There it is,” he growls, the sound pure satisfaction.
He begins to aim for it with every stroke, a targeted assault that has my inner muscles clenching around him, desperate for more. The coil in my belly tightens impossibly, winding up with a force that’s almost frightening.
Luka’s control begins to fray. His hands tangle in my hair, his movements becoming less controlled, more urgent.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take me.” His praise is ragged, his hips snapping forward.
I can feel him swelling, pulsing against my tongue, and I know he’s close. The power of it, of being able to bring him to this edge, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
Ridge’s voice cuts through the haze, a low command that sends a shiver down my spine. “Don’t you dare come yet, Brylee. Not until we say so.”
The order’s a lightning strike. My body screams for release, teetering on the very brink, but his voice holds me there, suspended in agonizing bliss.
Colter’s thrusts become erratic, his breathing harsh and heavy. Kylian’s grip on my hand tightens, his own hips now thrusting into my slick fist. Luka gives a choked gasp, his body tensing as he finds his release, the hot, salty flood of his essence coating my tongue. I swallow him down, my own need a desperate, pulsing ache.
As Luka slowly withdraws, Ridge is there, his gaze intense.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I force my eyes open, my vision blurry with unshed tears of pleasure.
“You’re going to come for us now. All of us. Let go, Brylee.”
That’s all it takes. The permission, the command, shatters the last of my control. The coil inside me snaps, and my orgasm rips through me with the force of a tidal wave. It’s a violent, all-consuming thing, starting deep in my core and radiating outward until every nerve ending is alight.
I scream, a raw, primal sound of pure ecstasy as my body convulses around Colter. The clenching of my inner muscles sends him over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hot release flooding me as he buries himself to the hilt.
And as I look up to see Ridge watching us all with fierce, possessive pride, I know I’ve never felt more complete.
25
KYLIAN
The airin the nesting room is thick, heavy with the scent of our pack, Brylee’s sweet omega heat, and the sharp, coppery tang of Colter’s satisfaction.
