Page 194 of What We Become

I barely catch my breath before pushing myself upright. “Again.”

The rest of their clothes hit the floor. Eli answers with a tug on the leash, drawing me onto my knees until I’m surrounded by cocks, hard and waiting. I take Eli into my mouth first, sucking him deep while my hands find Micah and Holden, stroking them in tandem as they kneel on either side of me. The taste of Eli—salt and heat—fills my senses, his hand fisting my hair to guide the rhythm, gentle at first, then firmer, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts that make my eyes water in the best way.

Knox positions himself behind me, his thick length pressing against my pussy, teasing without entering until I push back against him, desperate. He slides in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me deliciously as I moan around Eli.

Milo watches from the side, his own hand working his cock, eyes gone stupid as he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re perfect like this, kitten.”

Knox starts moving then, deep and powerful, each thrust pushing me further onto Eli, the dual sensation building another wave inside me.

Holden pulls my face toward him next, replacing Eli in my mouth with a low command. “Suck me, wildcat.”

I obey, hollowing my cheeks around him, tasting the bead of precum on my tongue as Milo takes my free hand and guides it to his length, letting me pump him while Knox pounds into me from behind.

Knox sets the rhythm, each thrust driving me forward until my mouth and hands are working in time with him, the air thick with grunts, slick sounds, and my muffled whimpers.

Eli reaches under me, fingers finding my clit and circling it relentlessly, tipping me over again. I come hard, clenching around Knox, who follows with a guttural roar, spilling inside me hot and deep. He pulls out, and Micah takes his place, flipping me onto my back and sliding in with one smooth thrust, his lean body covering mine as he kisses me fiercely.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and my heart cracks open even as my body arches to meet his.

Milo joins in, kneeling over my chest and feeding me his cock while Micah fucks me steady and sure. I suck Milo eagerly, swirling my tongue around his tip, loving the way he shudders and praises me in that breathless, filthy way of his. Holden and Eli stroke themselves nearby, watching, Knox already recovering and palming my breast as he leans in to kiss my neck.

Micah keeps his eyes on mine until I come around him. His rhythm breaks, and he pulls out with a rough groan, spilling across my stomach. Milo follows with a broken sound, coming down my throat as the hand tangled in my hair tightens.

Then Holden catches me beneath the arms and lifts me onto his lap, lowering me onto his cock in one slow stroke. I ride him with my hands braced on his shoulders, watching the collar flash silver on the screen while Eli kneels behind me and works two slicked fingers into my ass.

“Ready, little savage?” Eli asks, voice rough with need.

“Yes.”

Eli presses in slowly while Holden stays still beneath me, giving my body time to open around both of them. The stretch burns hard enough to steal my breath.

“Still with us?” Holden asks.

I find his eyes on the screen. “Move.”

Holden thrusts up as Eli draws back. They find an alternating rhythm, one filling the space the other leaves until I feel so thoroughly fucked I’m struggling to keep my focus, but I refuse to tear my gaze from the walls.

The screen shows me held between them—Holden’s hands around my thighs, Eli’s grip at my hips, and the silver leash sliding over my shoulder. My orgasm catches me before I can brace. The next folds into it so closely that counting becomes impossible.

Knox kneels beside us, his large hand cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers as he watches with dark, hungry eyes. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss that swallows my moans. Micah and Milo are there too, their hands roaming my sides, teasing my clit in turns, keeping the fire building even as I teeter on the edge again.

“Fuck, you’re taking us so well,” Eli groans behind me, his pace quickening, fingers digging into my hips for leverage. Holden’s hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his release. The pressure coils tight and low in my belly, and when Milo pinches my clit just right, I shatter once more, screaming their names as my body clamps down around them. Eli follows first, burying himself deep with a guttural curse, his heat flooding me. Holden isn’t far behind, pulling out at the last second to come across my chest, marking me in thick ropes that drip down my skin.

Holden eases me down onto the platform, and Knox gathers me against his chest while the others fold in around us. Sweat cools on my skin. The collar remains warm against my throat, its leash loose across Eli’s palm. Micah kisses my forehead. Milo presses his face into my neck. Holden brushes the hair away from my cheek.

“I love you,” I whisper. “All of you.”

Milo’s smile moves against my skin. “Good. Returning five men to Cupid would be an administrative nightmare.”

“We love you too, baby girl,” Micah says.

Eli’s fingers curl around the chain. “With everything we have.”

Holden strokes his thumb over my cheek. “You’re stuck with us, wildcat.”

Knox’s arm tightens around me. “Ours.”

We lie there catching our breath as the screens glow around us. Some have begun replaying the last few minutes from different angles, turning us into our own private highlight reel.