“We should take this to the bedroom then,” I suggest, already calculating angles and positions. The couch won’t accommodate what we all clearly want. “More room to maneuver.”
Ryder nods eagerly. “Fuck yes.”
“My room,” Dominic commands, helping Cora off his lap. “I have the biggest bed.”
We untangle ourselves from the couch, Cora slightly unsteady on her feet. I steady her with a hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward Dominic’s master suite.
Once we’re in Dominic’s bedroom, I position myself at the head of the massive California king and lean back against the pillows.
“Cora, come here,” I pat the space in front of me. “You can suck my cock while getting fucked.”
She crawls toward me, pupils blown wide with arousal, and assumes a position on all fours. I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her mouth to my length while presenting her pussy perfectly for Ryder.
“Look at you,” I tell her, my voice rough. “So eager to please all of us at once like a dirty fucking slut. Our slut”
Ryder positions himself behind Cora, sliding into her with a groan that makes my cock twitch against her lips. “Fuck, she’s still so wet,” he announces, gripping her hips.
Dominic stands at the edge of the bed, his massive frame looming over Ryder as he squeezes lube onto his fingers. There’s something almost reverent in the way he prepares Ryder’s entrance.
“Christ, Daddy,” Ryder moans as Dominic pushes a finger inside. “More. I need more.”
I’m transfixed by the look on Dominic’s face—raw hunger mixed with something deeper as he works Ryder open. But what surprises me is that he’s not watching Ryder. His eyes are locked with mine over the tangle of bodies between us.
Something electric passes between us—a challenge, an invitation, a promise.
Dominic positions himself behind Ryder, one hand gripping Ryder’s shoulder as he pushes inside. The chain reaction is immediate—Dominic’s thrust pushes Ryder deeper into Cora, which drives her mouth further down on my cock.
“Fuck him harder,” I tell Dominic. “Use Ryder to fuck her throat deeper onto my cock.”
Dominic’s rhythm increases, his powerful thrusts controlling all of us.
The intensity between us escalates with each thrust, Dominic’s powerful movements creating a ripple effect through all our bodies. I watch his face transform—pupils blown wide, sweat beading on his forehead, all his careful control wiped clean.
His breathing becomes ragged, and I see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. The mighty Dominic Vega, always so determined to control, to dominate, is coming undone.
“Liam,” he says, his voice rough and strained. “I need—” He hesitates, then pushes through whatever barrier has been holding him back. “I need to feel a cock in my ass. Your cock.”
The admission hangs in the air for a charged moment. Cora’s moan around my cock sends vibrations through my entire body. Ryder makes a strangled sound, his rhythm faltering inside Cora.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder breathes, his voice thick with desire. “A proper train.”
Cora pulls back from my cock, her lips slick and swollen. “God, that’s so hot,” she gasps, looking over her shoulder at the men behind her.
I’ve never seen Dominic vulnerable before. The request hanging between us changes everything—shifts the entire balance of power we’ve established since the Hunt began.
“On the bed. All of you,” I command, sliding off the headboard and circling around to where Dominic stands. “Need more space to work.”
Cora crawls forward on her hands and knees and then flips onto her back, repositioning herself near the head of the California king. Ryder follows, sliding back inside her quickly, his movements causing her to gasp. Dominic, still connected to Ryder, moves with him in this chain of pleasure, his breathing ragged.
The sight is intoxicating—three bodies moving as one, adjusting to my command while maintaining their connection. Dominic’s back glistens with sweat, the powerful muscles flexing with each thrust into Ryder.
I grab the bottle of lube from where Dominic left it on the nightstand. The snap of the cap opening makes Dominic’s rhythm falter momentarily.
“Keep going,” I tell him, coating my fingers generously. “Don’t stop fucking him.”
A tremor runs through Dominic’s body as I press my slick finger against his entrance. His muscles tense, then gradually relax as I apply gentle but insistent pressure.
“Breathe,” I murmur, leaning close to his ear as my finger breaches him. “That’s it, just like that.”
