“We should remedy that,” Silas says, joining them last. “I want to hear every sound she makes while we use up the last of her energy.”
He palms my ankle, dragging me down the bed until I hang off the end, legs open and arms trapped above my head.
Throat exposed.
And he just… looks at me.
“What?” I breathe.
“You’re not real,” he mutters. “But you’re ours.”
Silas lowers himself between my legs and moves as if he has all the time in the world. He’s so patient I want to cry, his tongue torturous. Not once does he speed up or chase my release. He provokes me until I’m clawing at the sheets.
“You like being worshipped?” Kieran whispers beside me, his index finger drawing lazy circles around my nipple. “You like how we take turns breaking you open?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You’re ours, Eris.” Jace presses his lips to my shoulder, dragging them up my neck. “Don’t you know that by now?”
I turn to his mouth and kiss him as if it’s a confession I’m not quite ready to say aloud.
Silas slides inside me so slowly it can’t be anything other than possession, a claim so deep I shake. One stroke at a time, like he’s carving his name into my bones.
Jace holds my face. Kieran cradles my thigh, guiding me deeper onto Silas’s cock.
None of them rush.
They just take.
And I let them.
I give myself over, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have before. But I also let myself enjoy the loss of control, the soreness of being used, until I forget what it’s like not to have three men worshipping me with bruising mouths and reverent hands.
My final climax hits like a freight train, coaxed out over minutes of languid thrusts and whispered filth I barely hear. My nerves are a sizzling knot of fuses too close to an open flame. The sensation has tears pricking at my eyes, trying to squirm away from the sheer force of my release.
I collapse, boneless and trembling, arm thrown over my face as I suck in breath like I was drowning. Jace kisses the center of my chest. Kieran threads his fingers through mine, lips brushing my knuckles. Silas murmurs something against my thigh before his weight and warmth are gone.
The faucet in the bathroom turns on, triggering a recent memory, and Kieran grins against my hand.
It’s a strange feeling, to know with absolute certainty that you are where you were meant to be, that you’ll never want anyone else…
But that’s how I feel.
Now, I just need to… decide.
Am I telling them who I am?
Should I keep it a secret?
Do I want to keep lying to them?
Can I keep them?
