Page 207 of Beasts of Mine

“Not yet.” I told Malek as I turned my head enough to make sure he heard me clearly, my voice unsteady from arousal rather than doubt.

“I know.” Malek told me as he pulled his teeth away immediately and pressed one closed-mouth kiss against the aching gland. I reached back and caught his wrist.

“Keep going.” I told Malek as I pushed my hips toward him, squeezing his wrist once so he understood that my answer applied only to the bite.

He thrust into me again. Luca returned his fingers to my clit, and the orgasm hit hard enough that my knees tried to draw together despite Malek between them. I clenched around his cock while Tavian caught my face and kissed me through it.

Several thrusts later, Malek came. His hands held my hips as his cock pulsed deep inside me. His knot began thickening against my entrance, but he kept the swollen base outside instead of pushing it into me after I'd already taken Luca's knot.

Malek stayed over me until the trembling in my arms eased, then withdrew carefully and kissed the center of my back. When I turned around, Tavian had become unusually quiet. His cock was still hard and wet from my mouth and hand, but whatever remark would normally have been waiting had disappeared.

“Come here.” I told Tavian as I reached for his wrist and pulled him toward me. Tavian settled over me, planting one hand beside my head while his hair fell across his forehead.

“You okay?” Tavian asked me as his other hand settled against my hip, the question quiet and serious.

“Very.” I answered Tavian as I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached between us. I rubbed the head of his cock through the slick covering me.

“I love you.” I told Tavian again as I watched his expression change. His eyes closed briefly.

“You really shouldn't have figured out what that does to me this quickly.” Tavian told me as he opened them again, a little humor entering his voice but not covering the emotion beneath it.

“I meant it.” I told Tavian as I guided him against my entrance.

“I know.” Tavian replied, and this time there was no joke attached.

He pushed inside. His first few thrusts were slower than I expected, but the restraint didn't last. Tavian kissed me hard and began moving with more urgency, his body familiar enough now that I could feel the difference between playful energy and the emotion driving him tonight. Malek settled along my left side and moved one hand over my stomach. Luca stayed on my right, kissing my shoulder before his mouth closed around one nipple.

Tavian's thumb found my clit.

“I love you too.” Tavian told me as he slowed for one thrust and pressed his forehead against mine, his voice rough. “I needed you to know that part wasn't a joke either.”

“I know.” I told Tavian as I cupped the side of his face before pulling him down to kiss me.

His next thrust went deeper. The rhythm built quickly after that. Slick and come already coated my thighs, making every movement wet and easy. Malek's hand stayed warm over my stomach while Luca moved between my breasts and neck, and Tavian's thumb worked my clit until I was struggling to keep my hips from jerking away from the intensity.

I took over touching myself when Tavian's thrusts became less controlled. His attention dropped immediately to my hand.

“Fuck, Evie.” Tavian groaned as his hips stuttered before driving into me again, his breathing rough against my cheek.

“Don't stop.” I told Tavian as Malek kissed the side of my neck and Luca linked his fingers with the hand I'd stretched above my head. Tavian didn't. I rubbed faster while he drove deep, and the pressure built until my body clenched around him. I came with his name in my mouth, the cry breaking into a long croon while my thighs tightened against his sides.

Tavian followed seconds later. He buried himself fully and came inside me with a rough groan, his cock pulsing while his knot swelled against my entrance. After Luca's earlier knot, he kept the thicker base outside rather than forcing another lock. He stayed pressed against me until his breathing started to slow, his forehead resting against my shoulder while the vibration in his chest ran through both of us.

For several minutes, none of us had much interest in moving. My thighs shook when I tried to straighten them, every part of me between them was oversensitive, and the nest was nowhere near as carefully arranged as it had been when the evening started. One of the pillows had been shoved against the wall, Luca's blanket was twisted around my calf, and Malek's charcoal shirt had somehow migrated halfway beneath his thigh. Our scents had soaked into the bedding and each other until I couldn't breathe without smelling all four of us.

Malek was the first to get up.

“Here. Drink some.” Malek told me as he returned with water and sat beside my shoulder, gathering my damp hair away from my neck before handing me the cup. The cup was cool against my palms, and I hadn't realized how dry my mouth was until the first swallow.

“Okay.” I told Malek as I took it with both hands and drank several slow swallows, too tired to argue with something I actually needed. Luca came back with a damp cloth and settled near my legs. The fabric was cool enough against my overheated skin that I flinched slightly when he first touched my inner thigh, and he stopped immediately.

“Tell me if anything feels wrong, not just sore.” Luca instructed as he began cleaning me carefully, pausing again when my muscles twitched beneath his hand.

“Nothing feels wrong.” I assured Luca as I shifted one leg enough to make his job easier, noticing the pleasant heaviness still settled through my thighs. “I'm definitely going to be sore tomorrow.”

“I'd be surprised if you weren't.” Luca replied as he resumed cleaning me, his touch gentle around the places that had already had enough attention for one night. “If that changes from ordinary soreness, tell me.”

“I will.” I promised Luca as I leaned more comfortably into Malek's side. Tavian remained sprawled near my feet for several minutes before pushing himself upright. His hair was a mess, his skin still damp across his chest, and the usual restless energy had disappeared from him. Instead of immediately making some ridiculous announcement about his contribution to the evening, he reached for the clean blanket Luca had left nearby and pulled it over my legs after Luca finished.