Silas’s hand finds her hair, tangling in the strands, guiding her mouth on his cock. His head tips back against the couch, his throat exposed, his chest heaving. I can see the tension in his muscles, the way he’s fighting to hold back.
“She’s so good,” Silas says. “So fucking good.”
Caroline pulls off him, gasping for air. “Damon. I need Damon. Please.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I move before I can think, positioning myself in front of her, my cock at her lips. She takes me in without hesitation, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand gripping the base.
Behind her, Griffin picks up the pace again. His fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise, and I know there will be marks tomorrow.
Good. I want there to be marks. I want everyone to see that she’s been claimed.
“I can feel her getting close,” Griffin says. His voice is strained, barely controlled. “She’s tightening around me.”
I rub her clit faster, matching Griffin’s pace. Silas’s hand joins mine, his fingers sliding through the slick to find her from a different angle. She jerks between us, a whimpering sound escaping her throat.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Silas murmurs. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
She shatters. Her orgasm rips through her, her whole body convulsing, and Griffin follows her over the edge with a groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his chest. He slams into her one final time, and I watch his hips stutter as his knot swells, locking him inside her.
The sight of it—of her taking his knot, of them tied together—makes my own cock throb in her mouth. She’s still coming, her walls pulsing around Griffin, her mouth slack and wet around me. I thrust into her, chasing my own release, and she takes it. Takes all of it.
“Swallow,” I command. “Take it all.”
She does. I come with a shout, spilling into her mouth, and she swallows every drop. Her throat works around me, milkingme clean, and I have to grip the couch cushion to keep from collapsing.
Silas is the only one left. His cock is flushed red, leaking, and his jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscles jumping. He strokes himself once, twice, his eyes fixed on Caroline’s face—on the dazed, satisfied expression in her eyes.
“Turn her around,” he says. “I want to see her face when I come.”
Griffin, still locked inside her, carefully shifts them both, rotating Caroline until she’s facing Silas. She goes willingly, boneless and pliant, her cheek resting against Griffin’s chest.
Silas moves between her spread legs. He doesn’t enter her—can’t, with Griffin’s knot still in place—but he presses his cock against her slick folds, sliding through the mess, grinding against her clit.
“Look at me,” he says.
She opens her eyes. They’re heavy-lidded, exhausted, but there’s something else there, too. Trust. Surrender.
“You’re so beautiful,” Silas says. “So fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted you since the moment I walked into that apothecary.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I wanted you too.”
He comes with a groan, his release spilling over her stomach, her thighs, mixing with the slick and sweat already coating her skin. His hips jerk through it, drawing out every last wave, and then he collapses forward, his forehead resting against hers.
For a long moment, no one moves.
Then Caroline laughs. Small, exhausted, almost disbelieving.
“That was…” She trails off, shaking her head.
“Yeah,” Griffin says. His voice is hoarse. “It was.”
I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face. My hand is shaking. My whole body is shaking. But for the first time since I walked into this house, the tension in my chest has eased.
She’s okay. She’s more than okay. She’s radiant.
“We should clean you up,” I say.
“In a minute.” She closes her eyes and leans into my touch. “Just… stay. All of you. Just stay.”
