"Look at you," Silas murmurs. His fingers find where I'm stretched around Felix and press gently, adding pressure that makes me shake. "Taking him so well. So perfect for us."
The dual sensation, Felix inside me, Silas's fingers rubbing where we're joined, makes my breath stutter. I'm already close again, the heat building so fast I can barely keep up.
"That's it," Liam says against my lips. "Come for him, Naomi. Let us see you."
Felix's rhythm falters, his knot getting bigger and bigger. The pressure mounts until his knot fully swells. I shatter even harder than before, being so sensitive after coming so many times.
Felix groans, hips jerking as he spills inside me, and the feeling sends another wave of satisfaction rolling through me.
Locked together. Perfect.
When the aftershocks fade, I'm boneless. Trembling. Felix is panting against my neck, his weight pressing me into the nest comfortably, while Liam and Silas stroke my arms, my hair, my face.
"Water," Silas says after a moment. "You need water, angel."
"Don't leave." My hand fists in his hair before I can think about it.
"Just to the kitchen," he promises. "Thirty seconds. Liam and Felix have you."
He slips out from under the blanket canopy, the firelight catching the lines of his back, the shift of muscle as he moves. He's beautiful. They all are.
He returns with water bottles and granola bars. "Here, eat, angel" he says, helping me sit up despite Felix's knot still locking us together. "Your body needs fuel."
I drain half a bottle before coming up for air, then accept the granola bar Silas unwraps for me.
"Good… so good," he murmurs, and the praise makes warmth bloom behind my ribs.
Felix shifts, adjusting our position so I'm leaning back against Silas' chest while we're still joined. Liam takes the empty wrapper from my hand. Silas helps me drink more.
They're taking care of me, making sure I'm okay...
God, that's hot.
Felix's knot starts to deflate. When he slips free, I'm already reaching, because I need them again. I need to be filled until the heat finally gives me a break.
"Again?" I ask, and it comes out as a whine.
Their eyes darken with renewed hunger at the demand.
"Always, angel," they say in unison.
I pull them close.
Chapter thirty-four
Naomi
Silas moves inside me with a rhythm that's slower now, gentler, after hours of this. My body is oversensitive, aching in the best way, marked by hands and mouths and whispered praise. I can tell my heat isn't over yet, but something about this moment feels different.
I'm lucid.
His knot swells and locks, and I come apart again. Softer this time. Rolling pleasure instead of crashing waves. His forehead presses to mine, and we stay locked together while the aftershocks fade.
Liam is stretched out on my left, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my hip. Felix is on my right, fingers tangled in my hair. The nest cradles us all, our scents so mixed I can't tell where one ends and another begins.
The fire has burned down to embers, casting an intimate glow. Through the corner of a window next to the fire, I can see snow falling thick and steady.
Today's Christmas Eve. I'd almost forgotten.
