Page 80 of What We Become

Knox keeps the rhythm slow, supporting every movement even as his breath turns ragged and shuddering.

“I’m close,” I admit, the words slurred.

Micah pulls back. “Then show them how gorgeous you are.”

“Yes,” I say, not even pretending. “Fuck, yes.”

Knox grunts, his cock throbbing where it presses against me. “Take it, Fury. Show them.”

I brace both hands against Knox’s chest and let them see. His hands lift and guide me through each slow roll until the pleasure pulls impossibly tight.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my orgasm crashes over me, too fast, too sudden.

Knox holds me tight, one hand braced at my low back, the other splayed on my hip as I shudder through it. Only when I’m limp and wrecked and trembling in his arms does he ease me back against his chest, mouth pressed to my temple.

Micah’s lips move gentle across my neck. “You doing okay, baby girl?”

Knox’s thumb presses once into my hip.

“I’m good,” I breathe. “I want more.”

Micah’s mouth finds mine, and I turn in his arms, wrapping myself around him.

“Fuck me,” I murmur.

Micah groans, one hand cupping my jaw and the other palming my ass.

His mouth moves over my throat and the corner of my lips while I tangle my legs around his waist.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes, lining himself up against me.

“Fuck. Yes,” I hiss as he slides in slowly, filling me inch by inch until I gasp against his mouth. “Please don’t be gentle.”

Micah holds me steady and rolls his hips. Each thrust drags deep, hitting exactly where I need him. I tangle one hand in his curls and pull his face to mine.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Please.”

He pistons his hips in response, kissing me like he needs to devour me to survive.

“Baby girl—fuck, you feel so good⁠—”

I clench around him, and his careful rhythm breaks. His grip tightens, helping me move as he drives up harder.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp.

“Not stopping.” His forehead drops to mine, breath ragged. “Never.”

He rolls his hips again, and the climax tears through me. Micah comes with me, cock pulsing deep while I cling to him through every aftershock.

When he finally stills, we’re both trembling, forehead to forehead.

“Baby girl,” he whispers, reverent and wrecked.

“Thank you.” I kiss him once, soft, then twice because I can’t stop.

Then I pull back and my eyes find Eli.

“My turn, little savage?” he asks, voice rough with want.