And then they’re on her.
Malik leans down, pressing kisses along Sierra’s collarbone, her shoulder, down between her breasts. His tongue traces patterns on her skin, breathing in her scent like he’s trying to memorize it.
Cole mirrors him on the other side, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, her jaw, the sensitive spot behind her ear that makes her shiver even now. He’s murmuring soft praise between kisses, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect, how good.
Dax’s hand strokes along her side, gentler than I’ve ever seen him be, and then he leans down too. His lips find her inner thigh, her hip, anywhere he can reach without disturbing where I’m still locked inside her.
Sierra whimpers, her eyelids fluttering, and I feel her clench around my knot.
Fuck.
When Dax’s tongue traces through the slick on her inner thigh, so close to where I’m still locked inside her that I can almost feel it, Sierra makes a sound that’s pure need. Her inner walls flutter around my knot, and I have to grit my teeth against the sensation because it’s too much, too intense.
“Easy,” I murmur, though I don’t know if I’m talking to her or to Dax. “Don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
But she’s not in pain. I can tell by her scent, by the way her body is responding. Just overwhelmed with sensation.
Cole’s mouth finds her nipple, and when he sucks gently, Sierra’s whole body jerks. The movement sends sparks of pleasure-pain through my oversensitive cock, and I groan.
“Careful,” I warn, though my voice comes out rough with arousal instead of actual warning. “Still locked.”
“Sorry,” Cole mutters against her skin, but he doesn’t stop. Just gentles his touch, his tongue circling her nipple while his hand cups her other breast, kneading gently.
Malik has moved lower, kissing down her stomach, his hands stroking her sides. Dax is still focused on her thighs, occasionally letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin there, marking her.
The combined attention is clearly affecting Sierra. Her scent is spiking again, fresh slick coating my knot, and even though I just knotted her, even though we’re still locked together, her body is already responding to the stimulation. Already building toward something more.
“Insatiable,” Dax rumbles with clear satisfaction, and there’s possessive pride in his voice.
My knot finally starts to deflate after what feels like hours, but is probably only thirty minutes. The best thirty minutes of my life, being surrounded by my brothers’ scents and Sierra’s heat and trying not to move because every shift sends aftershocks through both of us.
I pull out carefully, watching Sierra’s face for any sign of discomfort. She whimpers a sound of loss as I slip free.
“I know,” I soothe, reaching for a towel to clean her up. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
But when I wipe gently between her thighs, fresh slick coats the towel immediately. Her heat isn’t done. Not even close. Her body is still demanding more, still searching for relief that one knot wasn’t enough to provide.
She needs more.
The realization makes my rut surge again even though I just came, even though I should be spent. Because Sierra needs more, and I can’t give it to her. Not yet. Not alone.
“Cole,” I say quietly, meeting his eyes. “Malik.”
They both look at me, and understanding passes between us without words. Sierra needs to be filled again, needs to be satisfied thoroughly, and one of us won’t be enough this time. Maybe one of us was never going to be enough for this wave.
“We’ll be careful,” Cole promises, already moving into position. His movements are controlled, but I can see the hard set of his jaw and the fine sheen of sweat on his temples, smell how close he is to losing it.
“Her hip,” I remind them, because someone needs to stay clearheaded. “Don’t put pressure on it.”
Malik nods, settling behind Sierra and helping her into position with gentle hands, the head of his cock lined up with her other entrance. She goes willingly, letting them arrange her body however they need.
It makes my chest tight. Makes something fierce and protective rise in me.
Cole settles in front of her, lifting one of her legs carefully to hook over his hip as Malik settles behind her.
“Ready?” Malik’s gaze locks with Cole’s, and there’s a question there. About whether they can do this without hurting her.
“Yeah,” Cole confirms, and his voice is steady even though his scent isn’t.
