The coil snaps.
She comes with a raw, open-mouthed cry, back arching so violently that only our hands keep her from falling. Her pussy clamps down on me in long, milking pulses; a hot rush of wetness coats my cock, drips down my balls, soaks the sheets beneath us. I ride her through it, hips still moving slow, drawing out every aftershock until she’s limp and gasping.
But I’m not finished.
I lift her off me and flip her onto her back. Donovan is already there, guiding her mouth down his cock. Kai kneels between her thighs, licking her clean with long, reverent strokes that make her jerk and moan around Donovan.
I watch for a moment, how her throat works, watch her hips try to chase Kai’s tongue, then I slide back inside her in one smooth thrust.
Her next orgasm builds faster, deeper. I set a harder rhythm now, hips snapping, the headboard slamming against the wall. Donovan fists her hair, guiding her mouth, breath ragged.
Her whole body starts to tighten again. I feel it gathering in her thighs, in the frantic flutter around my cock, in the way her muffled cries turn desperate.
I lean down, mouth at her ear. “Come again. Let us feel it.”
Donovan thrusts deep into her throat. I drive into her hard enough to shove her up the bed.
She breaks.
This one is silent at first, then a guttural scream around Donovan’s cock as she comes again, harder, wetter, her release soaking Kai’s hand, my thighs, the sheets in a hot flood.
I follow her over with a growl, burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse.
Donovan is next. He pulls from her mouth at the last second and comes in thick stripes across her breasts. Kai strokes himself twice and paints her stomach and thighs, marking her completely.
We collapse around her, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and heaving breaths. The room smells like sex and heat and her.
I uncuff her wrists first, rubbing the faint red marks with my thumbs, kissing each one. Kai wipes her gently with a warm cloth. Donovan pulls the blanket up, tucking it around her shoulders.
She’s shaking, smiling, and crying all at once.
I gather her against my chest, feel her heartbeat hammering against my ribs. “You’re perfect,” I whisper into her hair. “You’re ours.”
She nods, burrows closer, and within minutes she’s asleep.
Only then do I look at Kai. He’s curled at the foot of the bed, eyes closed, breathing shallow and careful.
Donovan shifts beside us, pulling a blanket over Samantha. “We should move to an actual bedroom.”
“In a minute,” Kai mumbles from the end of the bed. “Can’t move yet.”
I glance at him. He looks exhausted. More than usual after intense sessions. His eyes are closed, and even in the dim light, I can see he’s paler than normal.
“Kai.” I sit up slightly. “You alright?”
“Fine. Just tired.” He doesn’t open his eyes. “That was a lot.”
It was a lot. For all of us.
But something about the way he’s lying there, completely drained, makes unease prickle at the back of my mind.
22
SAMANTHA
Two daysafter the red room, I’m staring at my phone calendar and trying not to panic.
The numbers don’t lie. I’m ten days late.
