“You coming in?” Silas asks him.
“I, uh… I wasn’t sure…” he scratches the back of his neck.
Oh, Ghost. Aurelio. My sweet, nervous mate. When I glance at Grayson, he gives me a knowing smirk, his wink telling me the decision is mine.
I extend my hand toward Ghost, beckoning him closer. “Come here, Ghost,” I say boldly. His gaze stays locked on mine as he crosses the room, hesitating only briefly before approaching the foot of our enormous bed. His oceanic scent flushes into the room like a tide—salt-kissed air and sun-warmed driftwood mingling with something deeper, more primal. It carries the unmistakable ancient nature of both his halves intertwined, the magic prickling across my skin. Ghost’s shoulders remain rigid, his fingers flexing at his sides, but if he’s nervous about all of us together, it doesn’t stop him from moving closer.
“I know how much you like to learn, Ghost. They can teach you,” I whisper, crawling toward him, off Grayson’s lap. “If you’re ready to learn how to share?”
His nostrils flare, golden eyes glowing with hunger. He swallows audibly. Silas slides up beside me, his lips brushing my cheek as he says, “Come on, Ghost. You’ve already seen my cock do wicked things during Mona’s heat in the woods. Since we’re already acquainted, how about I show you?”
A muscle twitches in Ghost’s jaw as he looks at Silas. But then he gives a single, quick nod.
Silas leans down and licks the side of my neck all the way up to my ear, making me shiver. “Let’s teach newbie how it’s done, yeah?”
I moan into his kiss as Silas’s fingers find my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until it hardens to an aching peak. Heat pools between my thighs as Grayson adjusts his position, his breathing already ragged as he leans back to watch, still close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
Orion drags a chair closer and takes a seat, his eyes darkening as he works himself over his sweatpants, gaze traveling hungrily over my exposed skin. When our eyes meet, the corner of his mouth lifts. Orion likes to watch, too.
Silas rises, his firm grip steadying my hips as he positions me. In one swift motion, he guides me and Ghost onto the mattress, pushing me on top, so my inner thighs straddle Ghost’s hips.
I trace my fingertips down his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath my touch as I hook my fingers under the hem of his shirt. Ghost works free of his pants with nervous hands, while I pull his shirt over his head.
He really is an absolute specimen. Beautiful, beautiful man.
Silas reaches around me from behind and grips my knees, pulling them further apart so I open wider on Ghost’s lap.
Silas’s voice is low, but still playful. “Ghost, let me see—”
“Aurelio,” he interrupts. “Call me Aurelio.”
Something shifts in the energy between them. Silas nods once, acknowledging the gift he’s been given. Permission to use his name is more than just the use of it. It’s trust, respect, and even the implication of permanence. Like he’s really not going anywhere.
Silas leans closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Aurelio,” he says, “show me Mona’s slick. Show me how wet she is, how much room she’s got.”
My heart thunders against my ribs, each beat pulsing between my thighs, in my clit. Ghost—Aurelio—devours me with his golden eyes, tracing every curve of my body. I arch my back instinctively in offering. When his fingers finally brush against my slick folds, the contact sends electricity crackling through me, making me spasm with pleasure.
“Jesus,” he rasps, barely restrained. “You’re dripping.” I roll my hips shamelessly against his fingers, urging him to slide deeper.
“Nuh-uh,” Silas tsks, hands coming to my hips to steady them in place. “Be patient, pet.”
“But—”
Orion leans across the bed from his perch in the chair. “Give me some of that sweetness,” he murmurs. His long fingers slip inside me, curling upward. His fingers come away shining in the low light. He brings the web of slick to his lips first, tongue darting out for a taste, before he pushes the tops of his sweats down, pulls out his straining cock and wraps his hand around it. The chair creaks as he sits back, powerful thighs spread wide, stoking himself with deliberate, torturous patience, making his forearm flex with need. With each stroke, his gaze remains locked on mine, unwavering.
“You ready, pet?”
I nod frantically, peeking over my shoulder at Silas. I’m so ready it actually hurts. There’s a pinching inside me, deep and aching, like I need to be filled and nothing else will do.
Aurelio’s trembling fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs so tightly I think they might bruise. Silas lifts and guides my hips while Aurelio releases my thigh and wraps his fingers around his thick, hard length, a pearl of cum already glistening at the tip. Hepositions himself at my entrance before Silas slowly lowers me down.
I squeeze around Aurelio’s cock as I sink down, and his eyes roll back, sweat gathering at his temples. “Holy shit. Mona. You feel so—I can’t believe this is real.” Aurelio leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss so loving, it has me laying down vows. His cock fills me to the hilt, and both his hands return to my thighs, digging in with a punishing claim, as if he needs to anchor himself.
Behind me, I feel the unmistakable brush of Silas’s arousal against the curve of my ass. I turn to find his eyes dark with hunger, lips parted, a bead of sweat trailing down his neck as he watches where Aurelio disappears inside me.
“Got room in that tight cunt?” he purrs.
I laugh, the sound melting into a moan as Aurelio rocks inside me, hands still tight and possessive on my hips. I whisper, “You ready to share me, mate?”
