Jace pulls back just enough for me to whisper against the head of his cock.
“Please… Silas… Can I?—”
Jace doesn’t let me finish my question, grabbing my jaw to fill my mouth once more.
“Yes.”
Kieran buries his face between my thighs like he’s been waiting for permission too. His fingers curl inside me, and I come with a shudder so violent I nearly knock Jace off balance. My legs tremble, and I close my eyes so tightly that the stars greet me again.
It’s Silas who catches me, or rather doesn’t let me rest. He comes from my right, bending to scoop me off the couch, his mouth brushing my cheek.
“You’re not done,” he whispers.
I don’t even argue as he carries me to my room and waits for Jace to snatch the quilt off the bed.
Silas lays me down, limbs spread like an offering. My legs are still trembling, the aftershocks pulsing in my body like a second heartbeat.
Jace tucks my hair behind my ear as if he hasn’t just fucked my throat raw. It’s a tender touch that almost has me squirming.
“You’re not going to ask me what I want?” I inquire, voice hoarse but steady.
Kieran kneels by my head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We already know.”
Silas stands at the end of the bed. “You can tell us, but I don’t think you’ll dislike our plans.”
Jace props up on the right side of me, hand on my thigh, spreading me open. “We’re just going to remind you what yes sounds like when it’s screamed.”
Silas’s fingers slide along my clit, mapping my responses, claiming me as if this is fresh data to collect.
Kieran’s hand strokes my hair, down to my throat, holding just enough pressure to make me dizzy.
They share a glance that has me narrowing my eyes at them.
“Turn over, Eris,” Silas orders, raising a brow at me. “On all fours.”
I have maybe six seconds to comply before they’re doing it for me, not that I’m complaining.
Silas replaces his fingers with something thicker, harder, hotter… I don’t just gasp; my back arches, pushing me into him, sinking onto his cock. A plea lodges in my throat, leaving me breathless as they tear me open mercilessly.
I beg until Kieran kisses me like he’s jealous of the noises I make for the others. Like he needs them, too.
“She’s too good at this.” Jace rubs his palm across my stomach, teasing his way to my nipple with the pad of his thumb. “You were made to be used.”
Silas keeps a slow but brutal pace. “She was made to be ours.”
“Then let’s show her what that means,” Kieran murmurs, sliding out of his shirt, lithe muscles flexing as he moves out of my immediate view.
Jace takes my mouth again, cock claiming my attention.
Kieran slides between my thighs as quickly as Silas withdraws.
Only a few minutes pass before Jace takes Kieran’s place inside me, and Silas brushes my hair from my face as I lick a line up his glistening cock.
Their bodies move like choreography, as if they’ve practiced this dance just for me. One fills me from behind while another takes my mouth, leaving the taste of my cum on my tongue.
Kieran’s fingers find my clit, stroking it gently yet cruelly, an endless torture until my thighs lock and my vision blurs.
“Don’t come yet,” Silas commands. “Hold it.”
