Page 64 of Don't Log Off: Part Three

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I don’t breathe. Can’t. Not yet.

The stretch is more than I recall. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming fullness as they claim me from both sides. Jace guides me over his shaft at a torturous pace, at the same time Kieran slowly buries himself inside my ass.

I can’t think or speak, but my breath returns to a shallow pant, matching Silas. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his just as Jace thrusts upward and Kieran rocks deeper, their rhythm building leisurely until I’m nothing but sound and sensation.

Silas swallows all my moans as I adjust, and they give me no time to think.

Only time to feel.

And I…

I never want it to end.

Kieran rocks deeper from behind, his hands gripping my hips with reverence and hunger. Jace meets each of his thrusts frombeneath me, holding my waist like I might float away. But he’s grounding me against the tidal wave of sensation that steals the words from my mouth.

And Silas traces his fingertip over my throat, dragging his thumb against my bottom lip. “You can take more,” he whispers. “I know you can.”

My whole body trembles—used, full, and… Loved—and I want to give him everything, give them everything.

I shift forward. Jace catches my weight easily, and Kieran adjusts behind me, hands guiding, steadying me, as I lean toward Silas. My hands find his belt. His zipper. He hisses through his teeth as I free him.

“God, Eris.”

I glance up at him through my lashes, but I don’t wait for permission.

Don’t ask.

I wrap my mouth around the thick length of him, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. He tangles his fingers in my hair as my lips hollow around his girth, and his groan ‌sounds like all that perfect restraint shattering.

I feel them everywhere, all around me. It’s smothering and intoxicating and addictive, sucking me into a storm of sensation.

Kieran’s rhythm falters as my core tightens, nearing another peak.

Jace growls something I can’t hear, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

Silas’s body is tight, his hand trembling against my scalp.

“You’re gonna kill us,” he rasps. “All of us.”

I try to smile around him.

Because I want to.

I want to ruin them the way they’ve been slowly, deliciously ruining me.

It only seems fair.

Jace twitches beneath me, edging himself.

Kieran slows, breaking their rhythm, his voice rough and low against my shoulder. “Let her come again.”

They change tempo, altering their positions just the slightest bit, and my orgasm sweeps through me as a full-body quake. My release sets them off, everyone teetering on the precipice, just waiting for me to tip first.

Jace and Kieran are so deeply settled inside me that I’m bordering too full as my core clenches, refusing to let them go. I moan around Silas, making his hips jerk and his grip tighten in my hair as he comes in my mouth.

Silas pulls out, eyes glazed and chest heaving, as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re unreal.”

I nod and collapse forward into Jace’s chest, arms shaking.