Page 96 of What We Burn

Eli groans around him.

The noises Eli makes wouldn’t normally get me off, but Fury’s watching, so there’s a feedback loop: the more he groans, the harder she fucks against both cocks, the more Holden’s hands clamp her hips to keep up.

I fist my cock and watch.

“Holy fuck, Eli. Missed having your mouth on me.” Micah’s fingers tighten in Eli’s hair, his breath hitching. “So fucking good.” Then he’s coming with a low groan, pulsing into Eli’s mouth.

“Holy shit.” Milo’s rhythm falters, his curse muffled against Fury’s shoulder as he follows right after, filling her ass in hot pulses that drag a moan from her throat.

My hand moves faster.

Milo flops back on the bed, watching the room with a dazed look.

Fury doesn’t stop moving. She keeps riding Holden through it, eyes on Eli.

“Touch yourself,” she tells him, voice wrecked. “Now. I want to watch.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Hands shaking, he frees his cock and wraps his fist around it, stroking in time with her movements. I watch from the side, hand working my shaft at the sight.

He looks wrecked.

Beautifully, brutally wrecked.

His gaze stays fixed on Fury like she’s the only thing keeping air in his lungs, fist working slow, then faster when Holden drives up into her and she throws her head back.

“Good,” she says, breathless, looking right at Eli. “That’s it. Don’t look away.”

He doesn’t.

Fury braces her palms on Holden’s chest and rides him harder, hair falling down her back, skin flushed gold in the lamplight. Holden’s hands spread over her hips, and I watch her take what she needs, her body moving with that fierce grace that always hooks something deep in my chest. My hand works my cock in time with her rhythm, the sight of her stretched around Holden while she stares Eli down pulling me under.

She’s the center of everything in this room, and I made it that way.

Eli’s fist pumps faster now, his broken sounds mixing with the wet slap of skin and the low growl building in Holden’s throat as he thrusts up harder.

Fury’s head tips back, and I know she’s close again by the way her thighs shake. I lean in close enough for her to feel my breath on her shoulder.

“Come for us,” I tell her. “One more time.”

She shatters with a cry that drags me right after, my release hitting hot across my fist while Holden thrusts up and unloads inside her. Eli comes on the floor, alone.

Fury collapses onto Holden’s chest with a broken laugh. “Oh my God.”

“Holy fuck, wildcat.”

She buries her face in his neck and sobs out a laugh. “I think I need CPR.”

“I’ve got you,” Holden murmurs, cradling the back of her head. He strokes her hair, more careful with her than anyone I’ve ever seen. She curls into him, legs shaking as he holds her steady. “You did so good. So fucking good.”

“You were perfect, kitten,” Milo says, reaching out to stroke her back gently.

“Made for us,” I say, my hand landing on her thigh.

“Love you, baby girl,” Micah says, dropping a kiss on the side of her head.

She smiles, her head lolling to the side, hair a dark cascade across Holden’s ribcage as she looks at Eli, who’s collapsed back into his chair. Spent.

“Come here,” she says. “You can sit on the floor. Just—closer.”