Cassian growls low and drags my mouth back onto him. My lips part around his length, and he thrusts deep enough that my throat burns with the intrusion.
I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to.
That’s when Nathaniel presses a finger against my ass.
My body jolts forward, and Cassian takes advantage, sliding deeper into my mouth until I gag around him.
A chorus of groans rises above the hiss of the water.
“Fuck, Little Grim,” Talon bites out. “Didn’t know it was possible, but your pussy feels even better now.”
“She’s more turned on, aren’t you, Skye?” Nathaniel teases. “Being with all of us is better than just with Talon, right?”
“Deeper, Skye,” Cassian says, pressing his palm against my throat, guiding himself exactly how he wants. “Take me a little deeper.”
My head spins.
They weren’t this obscene last time.
This is another level entirely.
“Relax, Skye,” Nathaniel murmurs. “This is just a finger. I want to fit my cock inside you. You need to relax.”
Oh, I’m losing my goddamn mind.
It’s impossible to control my body, let alone unclench and relax it. I’m a slave to its twitches and shakes and sensations.
But I want Nathaniel. I want to finally feel him. So I do my best to go slack, to let him in easier. He hums against my ear, satisfied. Soon he’s slipping his finger out, reaching for something on the shelf inset in the wall.
Meanwhile, Talon pounds hard and fast. Cassian feeds his cock between my lips with no mercy. They’ve set a brutal rhythm that lights every nerve ending on fire.
“You’ll feel something cold,” Nathaniel says—like a fucking doctor prepping me for a procedure. I flinch at the chill against my skin as he spreads something slick between my cheeks. “Just a little lube.”
And then, a push.
It’s so intense I almost die on the spot.
But Nathaniel murmurs soothing hushes into my ear, that psycho good-guy voice wrapping around me until the pain melts into something else. It gets better. Then better than good. It getsamazing.
“Slow down, Talon,” Nathaniel instructs. “Let her adjust.”
“But—”
“Slow. The fuck. Down.”
Talon groans but obeys. Cassian, too. Buthisrestraint makes every movement deeper, crueler. He slides to the back of my throat, holding me there until my eyes water before he pulls out and does it again.
I stop thinking.
I justfeel.
And it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
“That’s it,” Nathaniel coos. “There you go.”
“Little Grim,” Talon moans. “Can I speed up yet?”
I couldn’t answer if I wanted to.
