If this is another example of the predators stalking their prey, I’m more than happy to be captured.
Archer touches me first, his callous fingertips ghosting over my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he swoops down the valley between my breasts, stirring butterflies to life in my stomach.
The bed sinks beside me as Teddy joins me, the mattress molding around us as he nestles between my thighs. I shiver at the gentle kiss he presses against my clit, and my muscles tense with excitement.
Warmth engulfs my taut nipple with the sweet warmth of Sax’s mouth, and I cry out, overwhelmed, but it eases the burning inside.
Damn.
“That’s it, Princess, the louder you are, the more we know it’s working. Let us hear you,” Teddy murmurs, digging his thumbs into my thighs as he drags his tongue through my folds, but before I can grind against his face, chasing my release, he leans up, tugging his clothes off before he settles his cock against my core.
I shiver, the anticipation heightening as a palm captures my cheek, tilting my face to the side, and I come eye to eye with Baron.
Despite the intensity consuming me, I recall what he said that night in the water.
Not even a kiss.
I can see the desire for it in his eyes right now, and it makes my breath stutter.
My fingers curl into the sheets beside me as my eyes roll to the back of my head, my spine arching as Teddy presses the tip of his cock against my center, thrusting home in one swift move. In any other moment, I would probably be embarrassed with how slick I am, but right now, I’ve never been more grateful.
The move arches me further into Sax too, who nips his teeth along my pebbled nipples, stringing a cry from my parted lips.
Feeling everything all at once cranks a new heat through my limbs, one I want to chase until I fall apart.
I lift my right hand, desperate to cling to something other than the sheets, and my fingertips skim over Archer.
Glancing at him from the corner of my eyes, I gape, paying more attention when I realize he’s naked from head to toe, a few ashy marks over his skin. I pause, considering whether it’s my fault from when he touched me earlier, but I’m quickly distracted by the thick length of his cock jutting toward me.
I exhale a groan as I wrap my hand around him, his heat igniting me further as I test the weight of him in my grasp. Flexing my fingers, I hum in delight as he grunts withpleasure. Any sense of composure flies through the window when someone presses the pad of their thumb against my clit, threatening to shatter me.
My gaze snaps to Baron’s, his hand still at my cheek as my mouth forms the perfectO.
I can’t breathe.
“I’m going to?—”
“Shatter for us, Princess. Fall apart, we’ve got you,” Teddy vows, and my lips part, refusal on the tip of my tongue, desperate for this to last forever, when long brown waves shield my view.
Deep green eyes fixate on mine, followed by the tip of Baron’s nose brushing over mine too. Holding me in place, he inches closer, bringing those full lips to mine, the move so gentle I feel like I’m floating.
Like a feather, I cascade from the sky, wistfully basking in the moment until I fall to the ground, and the second I do, desire courses through me, snapping ecstasy through my limbs as I detonate.
Teddy slams into me with revered force as Sax sinks his teeth into my flesh, while Archer’s release coats my palm, and Baron takes every essence of my cries, swallowing them for himself.
Spent, I whimper when he lifts his lips from mine, forcing me to pry my eyes open, but as I gape up at the four of them, disbelief coats my veins as orange-rimmed eyes stare back at me.
It’s too much, knocking me off kilter before I can breathe a word, and I do the only thing I seem skilled at.
I pass out.
31
IVY
My brow crinkles before I even open my eyes, my body acutely aware of the foreign surroundings. The sheets beneath me are different, I can tell without looking. It's like they're not as soft as my own, and they smell like… Archer.
Prying my eyes open, my heart racing in my chest, my mind suddenly alert, I find the culprit beside me. He's passed out, his long lashes softly dancing along the rim of his eyes, making him almost look angelic, as if this man would only ever know peace. I’m not fooled, though. I know the fire that burns within him.
