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I’m so overheated, and my skin is flushed and slick with sweat. Head swimming, the combination of alcohol and sheer overwhelming pleasure reduces me to absolute helplessness between them. Begging and moaning for them like a whore.
“Fuck,” Caelan groans. “Good, pet. Such a…ah, good little toy.”
Elias makes that low, possessive growl again. “Ours. No one else can ever have you.”
He drags me back down and kisses me deeply, swallowing my cries as I come again. My body trembles with the force of it, heat flooding through me, and the way I clench and squirm is enough to drag them over the edge too.
I’m too lost in the bliss, the intensity of it, to follow the exact details. All I know is that it’s not long before Caelan comes, then Elias soon after, shallowly fucking into me as they work through their orgasms until they’re completely spent. We end up collapsed in a pile of sweaty, tangled limbs together.
For a long time, none of us speak. I don’t think I can make any sounds other than a moan. We just lay against each other. I’m still on top of Elias but Caelan pulls out of me and flops to the side, one arm draped over me, and his legs tangled with Elias’ as he rides out the aftershocks. Our breaths finally even out, pulses slowing.
They recover far quicker than I do and litter me with soft kisses and soothing touches while I’m still panting and trembling.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Good fuck?” Caelan asks, grinning widely. He damn well knows it was a good fuck.
I groan and swat lightly at him. That’s about as much as I can move. I feel so completely blissed out and boneless with satisfaction, lying limply in Elias’ arms.
“You did so well, Shannon,” Elias praises.
Even after just staying like that for several minutes, Elias rubbing small circles against my back while Caelan takes my hand and kisses it, it’s clear I’m not making much progress.
“I’m done,” I mumble, slurred and exhausted. Between being both kind of drunk and very thoroughly fucked, I am so done for the evening. “I’m just gonna… pass out.”
“Can you stay awake long enough for a bath?” Elias asks.
I doubt it.Elias scoops me up anyway, and I lay against his chest, utterly limp. I’m only half-conscious through the whole thing. Elias runs just enough warm water to cover us, washing us clean of sweat and cum. He can tell I’m still completely out of it and doesn’t bother lingering, just cleaning me up enough to make sure I’ll be comfortable. I will probably be grateful for it when I have enough of a mind to process the fact.
The next thing I know is that I’m back in bed, dry and warm beneath the covers, and Caelan and Elias are curled up on either side of me. I’m vaguely aware of their voices, but I’m far too gone to be able to make sense of anything as needless as words.
One of them is holding my hand, and I squeeze gently to let them know I’m okay. I’m good. I’m so good. Floaty and hazy.
The brush of their lips against mine is the last thing I’m aware of before I pass out.
Exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, I sleep like the dead.
ChapterTwenty-Four
It’s late morning when I finally wake. I stir to find myself alone in the middle of the bed, with sunlight streaming in brightly through the curtains, high in the sky.
A groan escapes my lips as I roll over. Sore.
Honestly, I’m nowhere as sore as I could be, all things considered. My head aches, but it’s only a mild discomfort compared to the pounding hangover I could have ended up with. Given the strength of those cocktails, I probably got off lightly.
I’m a little sore after the pounding Elias and Caelan gave me last night too. And how they’d… I squirm as the recollection hits me. They had taken me at the same time, andGod, I’d never felt so full or filthy in my life.
I remember all of it, even if I was tipsy at the time. Just the right balance of drunk enough to get all horny and needy and make it fun but not drunk enough to be too out of it to know what we were doing or for any of the memories to be lost.
Even if I’m feeling the ache of it now, the evening was so, so worth it.
There’s a glass of water on the bedside table alongside a small packet of painkillers. I snort. They learned from last time then.
But it is thoughtful of them. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until the water hits my lips, and I down half the glass in one go. I take a small dose of the painkillers to ease the discomfort, even though I could probably get by without them.
Besides, I adore these mornings when I wake upknowingthey fucked me hard the night before. It’s a good pain. The kind of pain that reminds me I’m well and truly owned.
I curl up in bed a while longer, pulling the covers around me while I wait for the painkillers to kick in. I don’t have to get up or go anywhere. I have the freedom to sleep in as much as I like. It feels positively decadent.
