He catches my wrist gently, brings my knuckles to his mouth and kisses them, slow. “Why don’t you let us keep taking care of you for now."
A helpless little whimper slips out of me at the promise in his tone…
And I break.
“Fuck” I scream, my hips bucking wildly against Liam's mouth.
He doesn't stop. He hums against me, drinking me down as I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, washing away the control, the lawyer, the fixer. My walls clamp down on Felix’s fingers, my nails dig into Silas’s forearms, and I drown in the sensation of being surrounded, and completely undone.
“That’s it, angel,” Silas murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with pride.
Liam finally pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Now let's get you more comfortable," Felix says, his voice low. "In a proper room."
My whimper is answer enough. Silas scoops me up, one arm under my knees and one around my back, while Felix and Liam fall in on either side as we spill out of the sauna.
* * *
We rush past their rooms and stop in front of the locked door.
Silas shifts me in his arms with ridiculous ease, then reaches up, feeling along the top of the doorframe.
He grabs something and brings it down, a key. His gaze is heavy, dark with promise. “Are you sure you're up for this, Naomi?”
My heart is pounding but my voice is steady. “If I were going to change my mind, I wouldn’t have let you carry me down the hall.”
Something hungry through his eyes. He turns back, slides the key into the lock, and the deadbolt gives with a quiet click.
He pushes the door open.
It’s a master suite, untouched and waiting. Large bed, dark duvet, thick rugs underfoot. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the snow, the moonlight illuminating the room.
Silas sets me down by the bed and they surround me, a wall of muscle and wicked intent.
Felix reaches me first. His hand comes up, fingers sliding along my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. He leans in and kisses me. This is slow, intentional, thorough. Like he’s staking a claim, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting me deep. I melt into him, fingers fisting in his damp hair.
Then Liam is on my side. His large hands skim my arms, my waist. His mouth finds the curve of my neck, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “Every fucking inch.”
I look over Felix’s shoulder. Silas stands at the foot of the bed, shoulders tense, eyes black. He looks big and dangerous, a predator holding himself back by a thread.
“Silas,” I say softly. “Come here.”
That’s all it takes.
He joins me on my other side, framing my face with rough hands. When his mouth finally meets mine, it’s explosive. Raw. Hungry. All the things he’s bitten back for days pouring into me. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, his groan vibrating against my lips.
Felix has moved and is now between my legs before I can even catch my breath, his hands spreading my thighs wide; Liam's mouth still on my neck.
“Tell us,” Silas demands, his voice a low growl. “Tell us what feels good.”
“Everything,” I gasp as Felix’s tongue finds me. “God, everything.”
Felix doesn't tease. He devours. His tongue is broad and relentless, working me with a skill that makes my hips buck off the mattress. He hums against my clit, the vibration shooting straight to my core. Liam swallows my cries, his hand sliding down to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple until it aches.
It’s overwhelming. Sensory overload. Hands, mouths, heat, they are everywhere, touching, tasting, worshipping. They handle me with the easy confidence of athletes who know their own strength perfectly. They lift me, turn me, position me without effort.
