Page 109 of What We Become

It’s nothing like watching Holden and Milo. Where that kiss was a claiming, this one is soft at first—years of physical familiarity folded into it, two men who learned each other’s bodies long before any of the rest of us existed. Micah’s hand slides up to cup the back of Eli’s neck. Eli’s fingers curl into the front of Micah’s shirt.

Then it deepens, and I forget how to breathe.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

Knox’s hands tighten on my thighs. “Watch,” he murmurs, his fingers finding their way between my legs, two of them sliding through my slickness.

“Knox—”

“Just watch them.” His voice is a low rumble, barely audible over my own pulse. “I’ve got you.”

He presses inside me, slow, deliberate, and curls his fingers exactly the way he knows will unravel me. My hips try to chase the sensation, and the ropes hold me, spread and bound and utterly at his mercy while Eli and Micah kiss like they no longer care who sees how badly they want each other.

Eli’s hand slides down, cupping Micah through his sweatpants, and Micah groans into his mouth.

“Fuck, Eli⁠—”

“Shh.” Eli’s voice is wrecked already, all that careful control from earlier completely gone. “Let her watch.”

Knox’s fingers curl again, and my whole body jolts, but he doesn’t speed up. He keeps the same maddening rhythm, drawing me right up to the edge and then easing off, over and over, like he has all night and nowhere else to be.

“Knox, please⁠—”

“Not yet, Fury.” His thumb brushes my clit, feather-light, just enough to make me sob. “Watch them first.”

Micah pulls back just far enough to shove his sweatpants down, and Eli wraps a hand around him, stroking slow while his own hips rock forward, seeking friction. Micah’s forehead drops against Eli’s shoulder as Eli’s hand moves faster, twisting on the upstroke exactly how I’ve watched him do it to himself, and the sight of them makes something greedy and bright roar through me.

“Knox,” I beg. “Please, I need⁠—”

“You need to watch,” he says again, and this time his fingers still completely inside me, just resting there, filling me without giving me anything to move against. The ache is unbearable. My legs shake against the ropes.

Holden has Milo braced against the equipment rack, one hand fisted in his hair, holding him exactly where he wants him while he sinks down. Milo’s head falls back, mouth open on a moan as Holden drags his pants down and takes him deep.

“Holden—fuck—” Milo’s hand scrabbles against the rack for purchase. “I’m not gonna—if you keep⁠—”

Holden hums around him, and Milo’s whole body seizes.

“Knox,” I gasp, because the ache between my legs has turned unbearable, because watching four of my men lose themselves to each other while I’m bound and needy and burning is its own particular torture. “Please. I need⁠—”

“I know what you need.” His fingers curl deep, dragging that slow perfect pressure right up to the edge again, and then—nothing. He stills completely, buried inside me but motionless, and I let out a sound that’s half sob, half snarl.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Yes.” No apology in it at all.

Across the room, Eli’s hips stutter into Micah’s fist, and Micah swallows the groan that follows with his mouth, his own hand working faster now, less controlled.

“Eli,” he breathes against his lips. “Look at her. Look how wrecked she is for us.”

Eli’s eyes find mine over Micah’s shoulder, dark and unfocused, and something in his gaze goes molten. “Knox,” he manages. “Let her come. She’s earned it.”

“She hasn’t asked pretty enough yet.” Knox’s voice stays maddeningly even, but there’s a tremor in his hand.

“Please, Knoxie,” I gasp. “Please. I’ll say anything, just don’t stop, I need to come, I need—” The words spill out ragged and unpretty, but desperate and true. “Please. I’m asking. I’m begging you.”

“Good girl.” His fingers curl again, deep and sure, and this time he doesn’t stop. He builds the rhythm back, thumb finding my clit, and the pressure that’s been coiling low for what feels like hours finally has somewhere to go.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let go for me. Come all over my hand.”