“Naomi,” Silas rasps, breaking away from a kiss to trail his mouth down my throat, over my collarbone. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
He moves lower, replacing Liam’s hand on my breast with his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The sensation is sharp and electric, grounding me even as Felix sends me spiraling.
“I need—” I choke out, hips seeking friction. “Please.”
“What do you need?” Liam whispers against my ear, biting the lobe. “Tell us.”
“You. Inside. Now.”
Silas shifts, positioning himself between my legs as Felix moves up, crawling over me to take my mouth. Silas’s eyes are black holes, dilated so wide the gray is almost gone. He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, locking gaze with him.
He pushes in.
It’s a slow, stretching fill that makes me cry out. He’s big, thick and heavy, filling me completely and stretching me wide. He pauses for a second, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched tight with restraint.
“You fit perfectly,” he groans.
“Move,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Silas, please.”
He does, and it’s devastating. He fucks me with a relentless rhythm, each thrust hitting deep and sure. He’s possessing me, marking me with every stroke. Felix kisses me through it, his tongue mirroring Silas’s rhythm, while Liam’s hands roam my body, worshipping every curve, keeping me anchored as Silas drives me into the mattress.
The pressure builds, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.
Felix drops to his knees beside me, bringing his thick cock right into my line of sight. I don't hesitate, I take him deep, eager to taste him, my tongue swirling as I suck hard.
I’m surrounded. Filled. It’s primal and perfect.
"Fuck, I'm close," I sob, the words vibrating against Felix's length as I struggle to speak around him. My hips buck wildly, meeting Silas’s thrusts. "Yes,yes."
Silas reaches down, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing a bruising rhythm that matches his hips. That dual friction is the final straw.
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, violent and blinding. My release triggers theirs like a domino effect. Felix groans, shuddering as he spills into my mouth, while Liam gasps and finishes across my chest. A split second later, Silas roars, his knot swelling rapidly to lock us together as he finishes inside me.
Afterward, the silence is heavy and sweet, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing.
We’re a tangle of slick skin and exhausted limbs. Silas collapses forward, his weight a comforting anchor that pins me to the mattress. Felix and Liam curl around us, fencing me in, one pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder blade, the other nuzzling the damp hair at my neck.
“Okay?” Silas rumbles, his voice rough with sleep and satisfaction.
“More than okay,” I whisper, tracing a line down his damp back.
We lie there as our heart rates slow, the moonlight painting us in silver. I am sore, and for the first time in years, my mind is completely, blissfully quiet.
Chapter eighteen
Silas
My breathing is still uneven as my knot starts to deflate.
Naomi is now sprawled across my chest, one leg thrown over my hip. Felix is curled against her back, arm slung over her waist, his face tucked into her shoulder. Down by our legs, Liam’s on his side, one arm draped over her calves.
We’re basically one tangled pack pile with her at the center.
I look down at her.
