Page 193 of What We Become

Not because it’s hot as fuck.

Because it looks like I belong.

I set my plate down before that thought can crack something open in me again.

“So,” I say, clearing my throat. “Which one of you picked the screen room?”

“Milo, of course,” Holden says.

I look at Milo. “Of course.”

Milo’s eyebrows lift. “The question is—do you like it?”

“Kiss me and then I’ll decide.”

His grin flashes. “The birthday girl can have whatever she wants.”

“I want you to shut up and kiss me.”

Milo does. His mouth meets mine with eager heat and chocolate sweetness, his hands framing my face as his tongue sweeps inside.

The nearest screen catches the others closing around us. Micah’s warm hand settles against my back. Eli shortens the leash. Knox becomes a broad shadow at my shoulder while Holden watches me like a man rationing himself.

I break Milo’s kiss and turn toward the largest screen.

“Take off my dress,” I tell Holden.

He steps in and draws the zipper at my side down one tooth at a time. I watch the black fabric loosen in every reflection before it slides from my body and pools around my heels.

One naked woman. Five fully dressed men. A fancy collar and silver chain holding the composition together. I put every piece of that there.

“What do you want?” Eli asks.

I meet my own eyes on the screen. “All of you. And I want to watch it happening.”

Holden’s palm closes around the back of my neck. “Then keep your eyes open, wildcat.”

I step out of the dress, climb onto the wide padded platform, and lie back beneath the screens.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

Micah leans over me, his mouth closing around one nipple while his hand works the other, drawing out sounds I can’t hold back. Milo slides lower, kissing a trail down my stomach before parting my thighs and settling between them. His breath ghosts over me, teasing until his tongue traces my opening and sweeps up to my clit. The first slow circle makes my hips buck.

“God, you taste like sin,” he murmurs.

Eli kneels beside me and tugs on the leash, drawing my mouth to his and swallowing my moans as Micah’s fingers pinch my nipples just hard enough to edge the pleasure with pain. Knox looms over us, shedding his jacket and shirt, his broad chest a wall of muscle as he leans down to kiss me next, his hand wrapping around my throat, the collar pressing into my skin under his palm.

Holden strips efficiently, his gaze never leaving mine as he steps onto the platform, his body all hard lines and restrained power, positioning himself above me while four other mouths keep me from holding a single thought together. I reach for him, my fingers brushing the rigid length of his cock, stroking him firmly as he groans and thrusts into my hand, his control fraying in the way I love.

Milo’s tongue delves deeper between my legs, lapping at me with hungry strokes that build the pressure inside me, while Micah switches to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple just enough to make me cry out into Eli’s next kiss.

The screen above catches every part of them around me—Micah at my breast, Eli’s leash running to my throat, Holden positioned over my hand, Knox holding my thighs open, and Milo working between them. You’d think it would look chaotic, but it doesn’t. Every body is arranged around mine. Every body has its purpose.

I keep checking the corners of the frame. I don’t know why. There’s nobody in this room but us, and every eye in it is one I invited.

Knox spreads me wider for Milo, whose answering hum vibrates against my clit and pushes me closer to the edge.

“Come for us, Fury,” Knox rumbles, his voice like gravel, and I do—shattering with a sharp moan that echoes off the walls, my release flooding Milo’s mouth as he drinks me down greedily.