The silence stretches. My skin is flushed, my pulse pounding. I want to reach out, to take one of their hands, to ground myself. But I stay frozen, caught between the three of them, desire and fear winding together so tight I can hardly breathe.
Rain streams down the glass, the world outside fading away. All that matters is this room, these men, the truth I’m still too afraid to say out loud.
“We’re not stupid, Carrie. We know you’re hiding something. Tell us,” Levi says, his thigh brushing against my knee.
Nico’s fingers slide over my shoulder, tracing the line of my neck. I suck in a breath, nerves buzzing, skin tingling wherever they touch. My heart pounds as I realize I’m trapped in more ways than one.
Nico’s hand moves into my hair, twisting just enough to make my scalp prickle. “You could make this easier on yourself. Just tell us the truth.”
His voice is low, almost a whisper against my ear, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Jace is still watching, eyes burning in the dim light. Levi’s big hand covers mine, pinning it to the desk. “Why do you look so guilty every time we ask about Jinn?” he murmurs, his lips close to my cheek.
My body is on fire, shame and want tangled together. “I—” My voice cracks. “It’s not what you think.”
Jace grabs my chin, tilting my face up until I’m forced to look at him. His touch is firm, not gentle, but the heat in his eyes makes my stomach flip. “No more lies,” he says, thumb stroking my jaw.
The questions keep coming, their hands all over me—testing, teasing, a kind of slow torture that makes my breath catch in my throat. Nico’s fingers drift lower, down my arm, over my ribs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Levi presses in even closer, his leg spreading mine just enough to make me shiver.
I want to fight, but I can’t. I don’t want to fight—not when every touch sets me on edge, not when I feel like I might burn up from the inside out. My mind is spinning with everything I should say, but my body betrays me, leaning into them, desperate for more.
Jace’s grip on my chin softens, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You like this, don’t you?” His words are rough, hungry.
I nod, breathless, honesty slipping past my defenses. “Yes.”
Levi’s mouth finds my ear, his breath hot. “Tell us the truth, Carrie. Tell us what you want.”
A whimper escapes me, my thighs clenching, the ache between my legs turning into pure need. Nico’s hand slides under my shirt, palm wide and rough against my skin. Jace kisses me, hard and demanding, stealing the last of my fear.
Their questions fade, replaced by something hotter, deeper.
Their mouths are on me before I can catch my breath—Jace’s lips bruising mine, his hand tangling in my hair, Levi’s stubble scraping along my throat, Nico’s hands rough on my waist as he yanks me closer. I can barely keep up, dizzy and desperate, my nerves set alight by the storm and the feel of their bodies pressing in on me from every side.
Jace kisses me hard, stealing every sound from my lips. Levi’s hands move down, fingers teasing beneath my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Nico slips behind me, his mouth hot at my ear, his voice a dark, filthy promise. “Let’s see how honest you can be now, sweetheart.”
Hands everywhere—Jace’s palms full of my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I can’t help but moan, Levi’s mouth sucking kisses down my chest. Nico kneels between my thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my panties. He drags them down, slow and deliberate, until the cool air hits my skin and my pulse spikes.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Nico growls, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. He spreads me open, tongue flicking over my clit, making my whole body jolt. Levi holds my arms above my head, pinning me to the desk, his mouth at my ear, whispering everything he wants to do to me.
Jace bites down on my nipple, his hand sliding up to cup my throat, his thumb stroking my jaw as he watches Nico’s tongue working between my legs. I writhe, hips rocking up to meet every stroke, my breath coming faster, the library and the thunder and the risk of getting caught only making it worse.
Levi’s hand slides down, fingers joining Nico’s, working my clit while Nico sucks and licks, relentless and dirty. The pleasure builds, sharp and bright, my body tightening around the hunger inside me. I come with a cry, my whole body shaking, held tight between their hands and mouths.
But they’re not done. Jace lifts me onto the table, spreads my thighs wide, and leans down, his tongue finding me as soon as Nico pulls away. Levi kisses me, deep and slow, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me in place.
They take turns, licking, sucking, finger-fucking me until I’m begging, panting, half out of my mind with need. Hands hold me down, mouths devour me, and all I can do is surrender—let the storm outside rage, let them have me any way they want.
I lose track of whose mouth is on my clit, whose fingers are inside me, whose hands are pinning me down. They tease and torment me, bringing me to the edge again and again, never letting me fall until I’m sobbing with pleasure, raw and aching and desperate for more.
Nico slides two fingers deep inside, curling them just right, while Levi’s mouth is at my breast and Jace holds my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “You want more?” he whispers, and I nod, shaking, my body strung tight and burning.
They push me higher, use me, worship me, every kiss and bite and filthy word driving me further out of myself. It’s too much, it’s perfect, it’s everything I’ve been craving.
Nico’s mouth works between my thighs, his tongue drawing lazy, relentless circles over my clit, teasing and then flicking faster, harder, until my hips buck helplessly. Levi and Jace hold my legs open, spreading me wide for him, their hands firm and possessive, anchoring me to the edge of the table.
I arch up, hands clutching at the wood, my body slick with sweat. Nico groans against me, his stubble scraping my inner thighs, his tongue pressing flat, licking me from opening to clitand back again, savoring every drop. Levi’s mouth is at my breast, sucking a nipple between his teeth, while Jace strokes my cheek, his gaze burning into me.
“Look at you,” Jace murmurs, his thumb dragging over my lips. “You love this, don’t you?”
I nod, too breathless to answer, my thighs trembling as Nico laps at me, sucking my clit between his lips, humming low in his throat. The sound vibrates through me, sending sparks up my spine. My whole body tightens, heat building in my core.
