Lawson’s other hand grips my hip.
“Widen your legs,” he says. I brace on my hands and open further. His thighs brush the inside of mine. “Haven. Mate. Mine.” His fingertips skate down my back to my ass before removing his touch. A moment later, he glides inside me, and my mouth parts. “Fuck, yeah.”
I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of him. As I open them, I’m treated to the vision of Remy half-naked. His hands are in his pockets, his pants gaping, and his expression wicked. My breath is harsh, the brothers overwhelming all my senses. Lawson strokes inside me, sure and steady.
“Does Law feel good, baby?” Remy asks, smiling slightly.
“Yes,” I groan, flexing my fingers in the bedding.
“Push back on him,” he demands softly, and it’s an order I gladly comply with. Lawson hisses and he moves faster.
“Shit, sunshine,” Lawson grits out.
Remy sits on the edge of the bed in front of me, sideways, one leg cocked. I have to crane my neck to keep my eyes on his. The rise begins. I don’t question my body's willingness.
“Look at Hunter,” Remy says, and I glance to the side. He sits in the chair, his legs spread, his elbow propped on the arm, his hand held in front of his mouth. His eyes are dark, speckled with gold. “Don’t look away.”
“Shit,” I moan. Remy pinches my nipple and moves. His mouth sucks on my side, his fingers rolling, and I can’t hold back.
“She’s coming,” Lawson growls, picking up speed. His motions increase the wave of desire and pleasure.
“Lawson,” I cry, staring at Hunter. I fight the need to close my eyes and savor my completion.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back. She’s gripping me hard,” Lawson says. He pulls me back with every thrust, his hands tight on my hips.
“Beautiful,” Remy says, dropping his hands. I ease to my elbows and can’t hold Hunter’s gaze. Lawson releases inside me and holds deep.
“Mate,” he whispers, loosening his hands and massaging me.
“Baby,” Remy says, and Lawson moves back. “Come here.” He guides me to his lap, arranging me sideways. He strokes his hand up and down my thigh. Lawson moves around the bed and stops in front of us.
“Such a gift.” He leans forward and kisses me lightly. “Love you.”
“Love you,” I whisper, and he moves somewhere behind us.
“Are you ready for two more?” Remy asks, and I nod. “Words.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say. He turns me to face Hunter, my legs over his thighs. He scoots to the edge of the mattress, spreading his legs wide. Hunter stands, moving his chair closer in front of us, and resumes his seat.
“Lean forward, brace yourself on his knees,” Remy demands. He grips my waist as I move, placing my palms on Hunter’s legs. “Don’t let go. If you feel like you're going to fall, tell us.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hunter circles my wrists, supporting me.
“I’m on the edge,” Remy says, and I hear fabric move. “This is going to be fast.” I’m filled for the third time. “Watching my brother’s claim you was beautiful. You are special to each of us.”His hips meet mine over and over, his movements short, but steady. He runs his hand over my hip to my stomach, lending me his strength to stay in this position. “Your pussy is so fucking warm.”
I tip my chin up and lick my lips. Hunter watches me closely, observing every reaction, his stare intense. I give in to my body's needs and fall into the desire they cause. They make it feel natural to be with all of them. The brothers allow each other to be the sole focus in the moment with me, and it’s easy to switch to their demands and needs.
“Sir,” I cry. The buildup moves through me faster and faster.
“Don’t hold back,” Remy commands. I rock forward with the force of his thrusts, and Hunter slides one of his hands to my elbow, holding it.
I close my eyes and fall. How much pleasure can my body take? I don’t want to stop. There is a need inside me, ready for more, even as I squeeze around Remy. He loses his rhythm, and his movements become quick, his control shattering. A growl escapes him, and he follows me, coming. I lose time, and feel as if I’m floating.
“Princess,” Hunter calls, and I blink. He pulls me away from Remy, his arms moving between mine and circling my waist. I’m suddenly perched on his lap. “Once I come inside you, we will bite you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Anticipation builds again. I’ve lost myself in the pleasure and haven’t thought about the change.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
