“Don’t want to,” he pants, barely holding it together. “But trust me, this’ll be worth it.”
He stills, breath ragged, as the soft pop of a cap cuts the air. Nik kneels behind him, slicking himself with slow, focused intent. Axel shudders as the first push comes. Tenses. Then eases, letting Nik in.
I whimper as they both settle. Then Nik thrusts, and the impact travels straight through Axel into me, fusing us together in one dizzying, perfect rhythm.
“You’re so goddamned tight,” Nik groans behind us.
Axel moans, buried deep inside me. “Not gonna last.”
His hand snakes between my legs, fingers finding my clit, circling just right.
“Axel,” I gasp, clutching the armrest like it might anchor me.
“Jesus, Nik,” Axel growls, breath hitching. “The way she just squeezed around me… fuck.”
“I know,” Nik grits out, going harder. “Trust me. I know.”
We’re a sweaty, tangled mess. Breathless. Ruined. Alive. And the sounds of it… the slap of skin, our combined noises of pleasure… only pushes me closer.
“I’m coming,” I sob, grabbing Axel’s hand, not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. The surge is so intense, bringing tears to my eyes and ripping a quiet scream from my lips.
“Me too,” Axel chokes, burying himself deep as he follows me over the edge. Warmth spills out of me, slicking my thighs, dragging another soft sound from my lips.
Nik’s rhythm stutters. “Fuck,” he yells, following us both.
We stay like that, tangled and trembling, the three of us pressed together. The sound of our hearts syncing up as reality slips in around us.
“Say, ‘thank you, Daddy Nik,’” Axel whispers in my ear.
“Thank you, Daddy Nik,” I echo out loud.
“Call me that again and I’ll spank that ass red.”
Axel snorts and we both shake with our stifled laughter.
Nik swears. “Brats,” he mumbles. “The both of you.”
“You know you love it,” Axel teases back.
After a minute, we start to untangle. I whisper, “So… now what?”
Nik pulls back just enough to meet my eyes over Axel’s shoulder. “Now,” he says simply, “you’re ours.”
“And,” Axel adds with a lazy grin, kissing the shell of my ear, “you’re getting another tattoo.”
∞∞∞
The tattoo machine buzzes into my spine, a low, steady hum that sinks into my bones. I'm straddling the seat, shirt off but taped to my chest, arms cushioned on the table. Nik sits beside me, holding my hand. Axel hovers behind me, focused and steady as he marks my skin.
I have no idea what he’s tattooing. I didn’t ask. I just… trust him.
The needle moves in smooth, deliberate strokes. The design blooming down my spine, starting from the base of my neck and trailing lower with every pass.
Eventually, Axel pauses, wiping down the skin.
“So,” he says, like he’s asking about the weather. “Is Sean in this too?”
My skin heats instantly. Out of everything we’ve shared—my body, my fears, my past—I never expectedthisto make me feel vulnerable.
