Page 95 of What We Burn

“So fucking full,” she gasps. “God—Knox⁠—”

I start to move—deep, rolling thrusts that let them see every inch of me disappearing into her. Her cunt grips me tight, wet and hot and perfect.

“Look at them,” I say, one hand wrapping lightly around her throat. “Look how hard they are for you. That’s all you, baby. You’re making them fucking desperate.”

She moans, eyes locked on the three of them stroking themselves while they watch.

“You like that?” I thrust up harder. “Like them watching my cock stretch this pretty cunt?”

“Yes—fuck—yes⁠—”

From the chair, Eli makes a low, pained sound. His hands are clenched so tight on his thighs the knuckles are white.

Fury’s gaze flicks to him, then to Micah—the way they keep looking at each other. Her hips stutter against me. She makes a keening sound that almost makes me unload. My thumb strokes the scar at her throat.

I nip at her earlobe. “Tell them what you want.”

“Micah . . . kiss him,” she says.

Micah moves first. He crosses to Eli, takes his face in both hands, and kisses him deep. Eli makes a broken noise, pulling him closer.

Fury clenches around me so hard I have to grit my teeth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes. “Eli—on your knees for him. Now.”

Eli drops without hesitation. Micah’s hand slides into his hair as Eli takes him into his mouth, cheeks hollowing. The wet sound of it mixes with Fury’s gasps as I keep fucking her.

Fury loses composure so fast it makes me wild. Her cunt clamps down, fluttering around my cock as she tries to keep her eyes locked on the show at the foot of the bed, but can’t stop looking between me and them. Each time Eli makes a noise—each time he gets rougher or softer with Micah—she grinds harder back onto me.

Milo’s hand stills on his own shaft, eyes locked on the pair with unmistakable heat flushing his face. He turns that stare on Holden, who reads it in a heartbeat.

“Want to join them?” Holden asks, tone casual but loaded.

Milo shakes his head once, sharp. “I’m not— It’s just hot. That’s all.”

“Yeah. It is.” Holden chuckles low and shifts forward, claiming Fury’s mouth in a slow, possessive kiss while his fingers find her clit and rub tight circles. “You gonna come again while you watch him suck cock, wildcat?”

She nods frantically against his mouth.

I tighten my grip on her hips. “Then come. Let them see.”

She does—loud and shaking, pulsing around me so tight I follow right after, growling against her neck as I fill her.

She’s still catching her breath when she slides off me with purpose.

“Holden, on your back. Milo behind me.” She glances over her shoulder at me, eyes sparkling. “If that’s all right with you, Captain.”

I huff a laugh, already moving aside. “You heard her.”

Holden stretches out. Fury climbs over him and sinks down onto his cock with a low moan. Milo moves in behind her, slicking himself with lube before placing one hand on her ass as he lines up.

“Been thinking about this ass all night, kitten,” he mutters, pushing in slow. “Fuck—there we go. Taking us both so fucking well.”

She moans, rocking between them, eyes locked on Eli still on his knees for Micah.

“Does it feel good?” she pants. “Having his mouth on you?”

Micah’s voice is strained. “So fucking good. He’s—shit—he’s eager.”