Page 81 of What We Become

I hold out my hand. “Your turn.”

Micah eases out of me, helping me move as Eli takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap. I’m facing away from him, his cock pressing against my ass, hard and insistent, as he bands one arm around my waist and slides the other between my legs.

“Lean back and show off those beautiful tits,” he commands. “Let me make you feel good.”

I do as I’m told, reclining against his chest. His fingers find my clit, circling with that perfect pressure while his other hand explores—tracing scars, teasing nipples, mapping me like he owns every inch. Milo watches with wide eyes, one hand disappearing below the surface, while Holden shifts closer.

Eli’s thumb presses into the hollow of my throat, feeling my pulse race against his palm. “I can feel Micah’s cum leaking out of you,” he growls, and I arch into him, his cock jumping against my lower back.

His fingers circle and pinch my clit. “Look at them all watching you,” he says. “You want them to see what I do to you?”

“Yes.” The word tears out of me.

He slides his hand down my chest and pinches my nipple, rolling it slowly, just past the edge. I cry out—then he flattens his palm, soothing the ache.

“Too much?”

“Not even close.” I reach back and grip his hair, pulling him closer. “Do it again.”

“You heard Fury,” Knox says, and my eyes find him across from me, his big hand working up and down his thick shaft. My insides clench.

I keep my eyes locked on Knox while Eli’s fingers work my clit in tight, merciless circles and his other hand alternates between my breasts—pinch, soothe, pinch again—until I’m writhing in his lap, completely beyond caring.

“Please,” I gasp, not sure what I’m begging for.

He knows anyway. His fingers slide down, two of them pushing inside me, curling immediately to find the spot that makes my vision spark white at the edges. I clench around him, and he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let them see you come apart.”

His thumb stays on my clit while his fingers work inside me, holding me directly against the edge.

“Look at them,” Eli commands, his voice dropping to that register that makes my stomach flip. “They all want to be where I am.”

I force my eyes open. Milo is watching with his lower lip trapped between his teeth. Holden is beside him, jaw tight, one hand moving below the surface.

“Eli—” I choke out. “I want you inside me.”

His fingers still. “You ready for me, little savage?”

“Yes.”

He withdraws his hand, lifts and turns me, settling me on his lap with my knees bracketing his hips.

I sink down as he guides himself into me, thick and hot, and I watch his face transform, dissolving into raw hunger. He pushes in slow, filling me inch by deliberate inch until I’m panting against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel—Sage, you feel⁠—”

“Don’t stop,” I beg, rolling my hips just enough to take him deeper. “Please, Eli. I need you to punish me.”

His jaw clenches. His hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and something in him finally gives way.

“Hold on,” he growls, and then he moves.

He fucks up into me with a force that sends water crashing everywhere, his hips snapping against mine while his mouth devours any sound I try to make. I grip his shoulders, nails scoring his skin, and ride him as best I can from above—but he’s controlling this, angling me, hitting that perfect spot inside on every thrust until I’m sobbing his name into the steam.

“Look at me,” he commands. “Look at me when you come.”

I force my eyes open and find his blown-wide gaze, wild and completely undone. It sends me over—clenching hard around him, milking him, my whole body shaking apart while he keeps moving through it, chasing his own release.