Again, I do as I’m told and part my legs just asToby gets behind me. I feel him testing my entrance, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me into him.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as he splits me in half and hold onto Asher for dear life.
Cole stays close, his fingers slipping between my legs, while Asher fondles and squeezes my breasts and feverishly pinches my nipples. All control and common sense are lost as I’m bombarded with a plethora of overwhelming sensations.
“Come for me,” Asher says.
I grip his shoulders tightly. He pinches my nipples so hard, the sting travels all the way down to my core. I cry out at the same time as Cole’s fingers ravage my clit while Toby fucks me hard from behind. I feel Toby’s hand come down to slap my ass—it’s meant as some sort of playful punishment, but all it does is unleash a thunderous orgasm.
“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I groan, my legs shaking as Toby drills into me.
Asher kisses me, savagely, ravenously, before he takes Toby’s place. Toby moves to the front, and I get to hold him next while Cole continues to work my clit, and Asher stretches and fills me beyond my wildest dreams.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Asher growls and pounds into me, harder and faster, every thrust throwing me closer and closer to yet another edge.
My mind is blank, my body surrendering to the avalanche of pleasure that engulfs me. I lock eyes with Toby as he leans in to kiss me.
Another orgasm crashes into me as Cole flicks my clitrepeatedly and whispers in my ear. “Just let go, baby. Let it all go. Give yourself to us.”
“Cole, don’t… oh, God, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
The newfound sensation travels through me as I push my ass back to take as much of Asher into me as I possibly can.
I throb from the inside out, gushing like a fountain when it’s Cole’s turn to fuck me. It’s wild and unbridled, shameless and ferocious, the way he claims me, the way their lips caress mine, the way their tongues play with mine, the way their hands take me beyond the confines of reality itself.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to come again,” I gasp, and Cole hooks one arm under my left knee, lifting my leg up to fuck me even deeper, even harder.
Asher and Toby stay close, their body heat seeping into mine.
My heart explodes as I glaze Cole’s cock with another climax, my liquid pleasure trickling down my thigh as he pounds into me and takes me until I feel him stiffen. He bites my shoulder and grunts like a wild beast as he fills me, the heat spreading through my core.
“My turn again,” Asher smiles as he takes over.
I hold on, my legs are weak, but the rest of my body eager to receive what they are so willing to give. Asher bends me over while his brothers hold me in place. He comes hard and deep, fondling and squeezing me with each of his final thrusts, then Toby has me kneeling on the sofa and crying out in sheer ecstasy as he, too, reaches the finish line.
My flesh feels weak, my bones made of jelly, as I linger in the afterglow, wrapped in their sweaty, hardbodies.
“I told you,” Cole whispers, then plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “You were made for us, Willow.”
“Which is why you don’t get to push us away,” Asher adds.
“I didn’t mean to, not really,” I manage, still having trouble adjusting to the physical realm while my core throbs in a frantic rhythm, the aftershock of that last orgasm still quivering through me. “It’s just…”
“You’re new at this,” Toby says, “but you’re not alone anymore.”
“I’m not?”
Cole kisses me on the lips. “No, baby. You’re ours now.”
I’m theirs.
8
ASHER
The next morning, my brothers and I are back at Thornwood—this time, for a cordial breakfast with our father. As soon as we walk in, however, something feels different in the mansion. The air itself seems to have shifted.
“What’s going on, Ian?” Cole asks as we’re welcomed into the lobby.
