Page 110 of What We Become

“Knox! Fuck!”

The orgasm tears through me with a violence that makes the ropes creak, my whole body tightening against the cross as a sound rips out of my throat that isn’t a word at all. Knox holds me through it, his palm flat against my stomach now, grounding me while his fingers keep working, drawing it out until I’m shaking and boneless and blind with it.

Across the room, Micah comes apart with a broken moan, spilling over Eli’s fist, and the sight of it drags Eli right over the edge behind him, hips stuttering, forehead dropping to Micah’s shoulder as he groans through it.

Milo chokes out something wordless and desperate, hips jerking forward once, twice, and then he’s gone too, shaking against the equipment rack while Holden swallows around him.

For a moment the whole room is just breathing. Five wrecked men and me, strung up and spent and shaking against silk rope.

“Hey.” Knox’s hands are gentle now, all that ferocity from earlier folded back beneath something softer. “Fury, look at me.”

I blink my eyes open.

“I’m here,” I manage. “I’m good.”

He works the rope free of my ankles first. Then he stands and frees my wrists, kissing the raw pink marks each time. When my arms come free, they fall heavy at my sides, and Knox catches me before I can slide down the cross, one arm under my knees and the other behind my back.

“Bed,” he says. “The big one.”

Nobody argues.

He carries me down the hall and up to the next level like I weigh less than his axe, the others trailing behind—bare feet, half naked, low laughter, Milo narrating something about group sex under the stars that none of us have the blood flow left to process. Knox lays me in the middle of the master bed, and for a moment, they just stand there, my glorious men, looking down at me like I’m the last meal before winter.

“Hi,” I say, to everyone and their erections.

“Hi, kitten.” Milo grins.

I reach for Knox first. He’s earned it, after what he did to me on that cross. He settles over me, huge and trembling with everything he’s been holding back, and pushes in so slowly I feel every inch of the wait in him.

“Fury,” he growls as he bottoms out, and then there’s nothing slow about it. I lock my legs around him while Micah’s mouth finds my breast and Eli’s fingers tangle in my hair, turning my head so he can kiss me through it. Through the moans. Through Knox’s rhythm breaking apart. Through the moment he buries his face in my neck and comes with a growl I feel in my healing ribs and don’t care even a little.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Holden, please.”

“On your knees, wildcat.”

I shift into position, panting and desperate. He reaches forward and wraps his fist in my ponytail, entering me from behind, his rhythm exact and merciless. Milo slides beneath me and proves his mouth is good for more than commentary.

“Fuck, you two taste good together,” he gasps against me.

Then Holden yanks at my hair, and I come so hard my elbows give out and I almost suffocate Milo.

“It’s okay, kitten,” he gasps when he’s free. “I mean, if you don’t almost suffocate during oral—are you doing it right?”

Holden’s arm locks around my waist before my elbows can give way again, hauling me back against his chest as he drives into me twice more. His control finally breaks on the third, his mouth closing over my shoulder to contain the groan while he comes hard inside me.

“More, please,” I pant, stretching an arm out to Eli.

Eli sits on the bed, and I climb on his lap to straddle him. He takes me slow. Face to face, foreheads pressed together.

Micah moves behind me.

“You want both of us, baby girl?” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“Yes.” My voice is already wrecked. “Please.”

Eli stills inside me as Micah slicks me with lube from the nightstand. “Breathe,” he says. “We’ve got you.”

I nod, and Micah presses in behind me—slow, patient. The stretch pulls a moan out of me, my fingers digging into Eli’s shoulders while his eyes never leave mine.