Levi slides a finger inside me, slow and thick, curling it just right as Nico’s tongue circles and flicks. Jace bends close, kissing me deep, swallowing my moan as I come again, shaking apart under their hands and mouths.
Nico licks me through it, greedy, not letting up, lapping every bit of slickness from me as Levi fingers me deeper, stretching me wide, working me until I’m gasping, legs shaking with aftershocks.
When Nico finally lifts his head, his lips and chin are wet, eyes hungry as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Levi releases my breast, kissing up my neck, his breath hot and ragged.
Jace strokes my thigh, his other hand guiding himself, thick and hard, to my entrance. He meets my eyes—intense, possessive—then pushes inside, filling me in one deep, slow thrust.
My back arches, mouth falling open as he stretches me, the burn and fullness almost too much after all the teasing. Jace growls low, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still as he thrusts again, sliding in deeper, bottoming out.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out, voice rough.
Levi and Nico don’t let up—Levi pinching my nipples, Nico sucking bruises along my inner thigh, both of them murmuring filth in my ear as Jace fucks me slow, deep, claiming every inch.The table shakes beneath us, my hands clinging to his shoulders, my whole world narrowing to the thick slide of his cock and the worship in their touch.
Jace picks up the pace, hips snapping, each thrust making me cry out, the sounds swallowed by another kiss, by Nico’s hand clamped gently over my mouth.
My body is lost to them, every nerve ending on fire, every thrust sending me spiraling higher. Jace fucks me harder, Levi and Nico watching, touching, coaxing another orgasm from my wrung-out body until I clamp down around him, shuddering through another wave.
Jace buries himself deep, groaning my name as he comes, his hips stuttering, cock pulsing inside me. The others are right there, holding me, kissing me, hands never leaving my skin as I collapse, trembling, against the table.
Jace barely has time to pull out before Levi steps in, eyes wild, jaw clenched, need written all over his face. He pulls me down off the desk, spinning me so I’m bent over, my hands braced on the cold wood, legs spread wide. The rain lashes the windows, thunder echoing through the library, making everything feel dangerous and secret.
Levi doesn’t wait. He lines himself up behind me, thick and hot, and slams into me with one hard thrust that makes me gasp. I feel him everywhere—his rough hands gripping my hips, his chest pressed to my back, his cock filling me so deep I can’t think. Jace is still in front of me, stroking my hair, Nico at my side, his mouth claiming mine, tasting my moans.
Levi fucks me hard without mercy.
The table rattles beneath us, his hips snapping against my ass with each deep stroke. Every time I push back into him, he grunts, fingers digging into my skin. His pace is relentless, each thrust sending shock waves through my body, driving me higher all over again.
Nico watches, eyes burning, hand trailing down my spine, teasing the curve of my ass. Jace wipes the hair from my face, kissing me softly even as Levi uses my body, making me sob with pleasure. The sound of rain and thunder outside only makes it more intense—like the whole world has disappeared, leaving just us, just this heat.
Levi leans in, breath hot at my ear. “You take it so good, Carrie. You love every filthy second, don’t you?”
I can only nod, words lost to the thick pulse of pleasure and need.
Levi’s rhythm turns frantic, his hips slamming into me as he chases his release. I clench around him, crying out, pushed over the edge yet again. He growls, teeth grazing my shoulder, and then he’s coming too, filling me, cock twitching deep inside. He holds me tight, chest heaving against my back, before he finally pulls out.
Before I can catch my breath, Nico is there, turning me to face him, scooping me up onto the table, spreading my legs. He kisses me hard, tasting me, tasting them, his hands rough and sure as he lines himself up and thrusts in all at once.
Nico’s bigger, thicker, his cock stretching me open, hitting every place inside that still aches for more. He sets a punishing rhythm, holding my hips, watching my face for every reaction. I cling to him, nails digging into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, riding every thrust.
Rain pounds on the roof, thunder rolling endlessly. Nico drives into me, deep and raw, his words filthy in my ear, telling me how good I feel, how much he’s missed this, how he’ll never get enough of me. The others stand close, touching, watching, their presence never letting me forget that I’m theirs, that I’m safe, that I’m wanted.
I shatter for the third time, body wracked with pleasure, Nico groaning as he follows me over the edge, emptying insideme with a low, desperate sound. He buries his face in my neck, holding me tight, both of us shaking, the storm raging just outside, the air thick with heat, sweat, and something dangerously close to love.
Jace’s breath is still warm on my cheek, Levi’s fingers twined with mine, Nico pressing a kiss to the side of my throat. Their touches linger, even as the adrenaline fades and the thunder rolls off into the distance.
But in the dark, with the library still and the storm gone, a single thought won’t leave me alone: It’s impossible to love all three of them, right?
I want to believe it is. I want to tell myself this is just the heat, just the danger, just the loneliness—the need for comfort in a world that feels empty and cruel. I want to believe that what happened here is a fluke, a desperate, reckless answer to too much pain.
18
WRECKER
The overhead lights flicker, then blaze to life all at once, harsh and blinding after all that darkness. My heart lurches. Carrie’s sitting on the edge of the desk, hair tangled, cheeks flushed, her shirt half-off, skirt twisted high on her hips. Nico is already on his feet, grabbing her cardigan from the floor. Jace just stands there, mouth tight, like he can’t believe what we’ve just done.
For a second, we all stare at each other—me, Jace, Nico, Carrie. None of us saying a word. There’s sweat and spit and sex in the air, the echo of her moans still ringing in my head. I don’t think I’ll ever get that out of my system.
Carrie moves to cover herself, panic rising on her face. I shake myself out of it and grab her panties, passing them to Nico, who helps her shimmy them up. Jace steps forward, voice low and urgent. “Get dressed. Now.”
