Phoenix growls, slamming deep. “Fill her up,” he orders, voice taut.
With a groan and a shudder, Myles’s cock pulses as hot come fills me. The sensation makes my walls flutter uncontrollably as it drips and starts leaking out around him.
Phoenix growls menacingly. “Don’t make me come, maniac. You’re clenching now too. Oh goddamn… your come is dripping out of her, ontomycock.”
His thrusts quicken as he fucks Myles’s come into his own ass, eyes fixed on the stacked bodies in front of him.
“Too much come for your tight pussy, huh little stray?” Phoenix pants as he runs his fingers through the come dripping from me before lifting them to his mouth and tasting the combination of us.
He groans around his fingers, hips stuttering, buried deep as he comes inside Myles with a guttural sound.
We collapse into a heap of tangled limbs, heaving chests and sweaty muscles. I float in the aftermath as the heat of our bodies melt us into one.
Myles kisses my temple, my neck, anywhere he can reach. “You did so good, little doe. Such a good girl for us.”
Phoenix’s hands are soft now, soothing over my aching hips. “Ours,” he grunts.
“Ours,” Myles agrees.
Zane wipes my tears tenderly, whispering praises as they hold me between them, both caged and guarded by their bodies.
I let my eyes fall shut, utterly exhausted by that filthy display of ownership and submission.
For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe.Wrapped in the arms of men who worship me, even when they ruin me. And I never want this feeling to end.
Zane leans in, lips brushing my ear, breath hot. “You don’t know what you’ve started, do you, sweetheart? We’re far from finishedwith you.”
Chapter 45
Ivy
Sunlight bleeds through the blinds. Warmth is the first thing I feel, pressed between two hard bodies.
I’m curled into Phoenix, my cheek resting on his tattooed chest, heartbeat pulsing in my ear as his ribs rise and fall.
Myles is pressed tightly against my ass, his arm draped over me possessively. His body is slightly sticky and warmer since he’s making more contact, as if he’s afraid I might sneak away if he lets go.
Just thinking about the last few days with them makes me blush. The way they’ve showered me, touched me, carried me everywhere and fucked me in wild positions.
Every muscle aches, sore and swollen—but my heart overflows. And I can’t get enough.
They haven’t tried to leave again since I stopped them a few days ago, and I’m revelling in every moment with them.
I’ve never felt like this before. Secure.Treasured. I could stay like this forever, breathing them in.
They smell like soap and pomade. Surrounding me like castle walls. It’s something sacred I never thought I’d be allowed to feel.
Tracing my fingers gingerly along Phoenix’s forearm,I watch his muscles twitch from my light touch. Myles murmurs something behind me in his sleep and I find myself smiling at the moment that feels so serene.
A little private moment, so perfect and simple.
But I can’t help wondering where Zane is. Out hunting already? Or did he slip back into his own bed?
Carefully, and quiet as I can, I slip free from the pile. Myles’s arm drags across my waist before falling heavy onto the mattress, leaving behind the ghost of warmth.
Finding one of their shirts, I pull it on before creeping out the door.
After finding Zane’s room empty, I make my way down the stairs on sore legs, enjoying every twinge in my muscles. I take a quick shower, before padding barefoot into the kitchen and start a kettle on the old stove.
