Behind me the mattress dips. Donovan’s hand spreads cool lube between my cheeks, one finger circling, pressing, sliding in to the first knuckle. I gasp into Grant’s neck. A second finger joins, scissoring gently, stretching me open while Grant kisses mesenseless and Kai kneels beside us, stroking my hair, my back, my breasts—everywhere.
I’m trembling again, but it’s different now. Overwhelmed in the best way.
Donovan lines up. The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass and he pushes—slow, relentless—until he breaches the ring of muscle and slides in alongside Grant.
The fullness is indescribable. Two thick cocks inside me, separated by a thin wall, moving in opposite rhythms. Grant thrusts up as Donovan pulls back, Donovan drives in as Grant retreats. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.
“Fuck,” I sob. “Oh my God?—”
Kai cups my face, tilting it toward him. His cock brushes my lips and I open without thinking, taking him deep. He groans, fingers tightening in my hair, hips rocking gently.
Three men inside me at once.
I’m the center of the universe and it’s spinning apart.
Grant’s hand finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles. Donovan’s palm splays over my lower back, holding me steady while he fucks my ass in long, punishing strokes. Kai threads his fingers through mine on one side, Grant laces his with mine on the other, and they move together like they’ve done this a thousand times.
I lose track of orgasms. One bleeds into the next until I’m crying, laughing, coming so hard my vision tunnels. At some point I squirt again—messy, uncontrollable—coating Grant’s stomach, dripping down his balls. He growls approval against my throat.
When I’m nothing but a trembling wreck, they finally let themselves go.
Grant first—he thrusts up hard and stills, spilling deep inside me with my name on his lips. Donovan pulls out of my ass, fists his cock twice, and paints thick stripes across my lower back and ass. Kai pulls from my mouth at the last second and comes across my tongue, my lips, my chin—hot pulses I swallow greedily while he watches with dazed, reverent eyes.
I collapse forward onto Grant’s chest. Someone—Kai, I think—wipes me gently with a warm cloth. Hands stroke my hair, my back, my thighs. Lips press soft kisses to my shoulder blades, my temple, the corner of my mouth.
I’m surrounded. Covered in them. Filled with them. Marked inside and out.
And I have never felt so completely, perfectly wanted in my entire life.
We settle in a tangle of limbs—Grant spooning me from behind, Donovan’s hand resting possessively over my heart, Kai’s head pillowed on my thigh, one arm flung across my hips.
I’m drifting toward sleep when the guilt finally claws its way up my throat.
These men just gave me the most beautiful, earth-shattering night I’ve ever had. And tomorrow I’m supposed to help tear their world down.
I press my face into Grant’s chest and let the tears come silently, praying none of them notice.
They do, of course.
Grant’s arms tighten around me. Donovan’s fingers brush the tears from my cheek without a word. Kai kisses the inside of my knee like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched.
I fall asleep surrounded by the very men I’m meant to destroy.
And I don’t know how to stop wanting them.
14
KAI
I waketo warmth and the smell of vanilla.
Samantha’s curled against my side, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her breath is soft and even against my skin. Behind her, Dad’s arm is draped over her waist, his hand resting on my hip. Donovan’s sprawled on the other side of Dad, still dead asleep.
We’re a tangle of limbs and shared body heat.
I’ve woken up like this before. With Veronica. With others whose names I barely remember, but this feels different.
Samantha shifts in her sleep, pressing closer, and something in my chest tightens that has nothing to do with my condition.
