Page 82 of Savage Surrender

“There’s no room for you.”

His voice roughens. “Let me in anyway.”

I shudder and Freddie strokes my thigh. Weller’s scent thickens beside the bed, teakwood and tension filling my lungs alongside Freddie’s honeyed warmth and Tristan’s burnt amber. Owen needs to come closer.

I slowly inhale and exhale as he pushes inside. There’s no graceful way to take two cocks in the same place. My mouth opens on a broken cry as my body stretches around them. Freddie groans into my shoulder, his stomach going hard beneath me. Tristan holds my gaze, one hand firm around my hip while his cock advances another fraction.

Weller closes a hand around my wrist. “Hold.”

Tristan stops as Weller’s thumb searches for my pulse. “Bianca. Answer me.”

“I’m good.” The words come out garbled.

Weller’s hand disappears and Tristan readjusts.

The pressure burns, then melts into a fullness that stops feeling impossible. I can feel where they touch inside me, hot, slick skin crowded together, every twitch passing from one into the other and through me.

His mouth hovers over mine. “Is our girl finally content?”

I clench around them, and his mouth twists on a groan.

“Maybe,” I whisper.

“Oh, no.” Tristan draws his hips back carefully. The movement drags both of them through me. “We’re curing that greed tonight.”

He catches my mouth before I can answer. Tristan thrusts forward, Freddie rolls his hips up to meet him, and I disappear between them.

They find the rhythm slowly. Freddie’s upward strokes are deep and steady, each one paired with praise against my ear or a kiss along my throat. Tristan drives into me from the front, one hand on my hip and the other braced beside Freddie’s shoulder as he chooses the moments when my body has softened enough to push me wider.

Tristan holds my neck and brings my mouth to his, kissing me with a hunger that makes me dizzy.

“Fuck. Can you brood any harder, Owen?” Tristan asks when we break apart.

I turn my head and find him watching. Forearms on his knees, cock hard and ignored against his stomach, watching me take these two with an intense stillness. Not a word. Not a blink.

But his hands twitch where they hang between his knees, and I can’t stand it another second.

“Owen. Kiss me.”

And he’s moving.

“Unbelievable,” Tristan mutters. “Double stuffed and she’s recruiting.”

Owen plants himself next to us, and I turn my face to look at him.

“Give me your sweet sounds, Princess.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip.

Then his mouth presses against mine, and Tristan’s next thrust carries an edge it didn’t have before.

The asshole doesn’t let Owen’s tenderness rescue me. He reaches for my chin to turn my face back to his, and they take turns kissing me until I’m gone.

An orgasm hits hard and Owen swallows my scream. Freddie loses his rhythm beneath me, and Tristan’s hand clamps over my hip as my body locks around them both.

“Yes, yes... come for us,” Freddie chants, voice breaking. “God, baby, that’s it. Perfect omega.”

They don’t stop. They can’t. Every uneven thrust holds me inside the pleasure until it frays into too much, and then Tristan’s control finally gives way. His forehead drops against me as he buries himself with a low, deep sound and comes inside me, his cock pulsing hard beside Freddie’s.

Freddie’s hips lift once, and warmth spills into me, overflowing and more than my body can hold. They stay wrapped around me while the last tremors pass, their panting hot against my skin.