“I think you can,” Nathaniel murmurs. “She can handle it, can’t you, Skye?”
And Talon does.
Just like that, I’m coming apart.
The first orgasm doesn’t give me a choice. It rips through me, sharp and unstoppable, the kind that makes every muscle lock. I can’t even savor it; I’mwreckedby it.
Nathaniel groans against my ear as I clench tight around him. His fingers dig into my stomach, holding me steady, like he wants to pin the orgasm inside me and force it to keep happening. And he does. He wrings it out of me, thrust after thrust.
Talon feels it too.
“Fuck—you’re squeezing the life out of me—” His voice cracks into a snarl.
Cassian doesn’t let me breathe. And gods, for a girl who was strangled to death, it still rocks my world. He holds my head still, driving deep, cutting off my cries until all that escapes are muffled, choking moans. His thumb presses under my jaw, pride gleaming in the filth of what he’s done to me.
“That’s it,” he croons. “So good. Your throat feels so good, Skye.”
It’s too much—too much stretch, too much pressure, too much heat—
And then another wave hits before the first even fades.
I shatter around them again, harder. My body convulses to their rhythm; my cries drown around Cassian’s length, my tears mixing with the water running down my face.
Nathaniel’s voice brushes my ear again, velvety even as his thrusts grow rougher.
“Good girl. Don’t stop. Let it take you under.”
And I do.
I fall. My body is nothing but sensation.
“More, Skye,” Talon groans. He slams in harder, deeper, savage and unrelenting, until I see stars.
My nails scrape against Nathaniel’s thighs, searching for purchase, for anything to anchor me.
My body goes hot and liquid all at once, trembling beneath them like I’m coming apart cell by cell.
“Fuck, you’re clamping down—” Talon’s voice is ragged and breathless. “You’re gonna make me—”
Nathaniel cuts him off, velvet and cruel in my ear.
“Hold it. Don’t you dare finish before she does again.”
His thrusts deepen, angled just right.
They move in sync without speaking, pulling me apart from three directions, like they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times in their heads and are only now making it real.
And gods, they’re breaking me.
I convulse again, a third climax tearing through me so sharp it nearly blacks me out. My throat works around Cassian. My body clenches—pussy gripping Talon, ass tight around Nathaniel—as if I was made to be filled by them all at once.
The bench creaks. Water beats down. My voice is lost.
Who am I even?
Cassian comes first. He snarls against my hair, the sound reverberating down my spine, and his cock jerks hard against my tongue before he spills deep into me, hot and bitter. His hand is a vise in my hair, holding me until I swallow every single drop, until my throat becomes nothing but an open conduit for him.
When he releases me, I gasp for air, but Talon doesn’t give me a breath of reprieve. His rhythm breaks as he fucks me through his own unraveling.
