That was when Conrad took one hand away from my ass and shoved three fingers into my pussy. My eyes flew wide as I cried out.
"Leave him." Conrad's voice was darker than I'd ever heard it. "If he wants to deny himself, let him. We don't need a weak link."
Zeth chimed in, his mouth still on my breast as he chuckled. "We'll make sure you don't miss him. Don't worry about it. We got you." His teeth sank in, sharp and deliberate, a warning wrapped in desire.
They were right. I closed my eyes. If he didn’t want to, then I wasn't about to try to convince him any further. I'd just enjoy?—
A hand grabbed my chin from my other side. Liquid gold eyes swirled a vibrant haze, blazing with lust that almost glowed. “Just with you. Only with you.” Nick’s breath brushed my lips, his words hovering between a vow and a threat. From the tone, Ididn't know if his joining was a good thing or a bad thing, but my lips parted for him just the same.
His words slid through me like cool water, easing the tension from my shoulders until my breath finally came free. Everything narrowed to the tight coil of sensation winding higher inside me.
Nick’s hand closed around my throat, holding me in place before he descended on my mouth, capturing it like every last bit of me had been his all along. Even after the others had left their mark on me, his touch hit harder. All it took was a kiss from him, and I came undone, opening like flower petals who had long been denied the sun. It was jarring how much this man affected me. How all of them affected me together.
For a few glorious, life-altering seconds, I had all three mouths on me, pleasing me. One would make me ache and burn for more, while another would cool the sensation, then the next would build it back up again.
It was dizzying and disorienting, but I was finally able to let instinct take over. My arm gave one last pulse, a thundering beat that echoed through all of us, and my muscles locked, every inch of me wound tight until the tension snapped. Heat tore through me in violent waves, scorching me from the inside out, and I clung to them like they were the only things keeping me from going under.
Hearing Conrad slurp and suck up all of my cum had sent me over the edge again. My hips thrust up against his face desperately, and a second shockwave hit me. This time, I tried to scream, but the sound never made it out of my throat, my hands gripping Zeth and Nick so hard I knew they had marks on their flesh.
All three of them kept up their kisses, touches, and licks through the aftershocks of my orgasm. As I sagged into a puddle in my seat, completely spent, their hands became surprisingly gentle. Soothing me, they cooed my name while my brain tried to reboot.
Nick grumbled under his breath before pressing a lingering kiss to my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, pressing just hard enough to make a sound slip out of me, then, just as fast, he pulled away. Slouched into his seat, he stared out the window with accusing eyes.
Zeth lifted his head, lips flushed and swollen, his gaze still fastened on me as though the sight of me calmed him. He bent forward until our foreheads met, both of us slick with heat and breathless. He inhaled deeply and deliberately, drawing in my scent.
Conrad set my leg down with careful hands, folding his arms across my thighs and resting his head on my lap. He looked up at me through his lashes, lips and chin glistening, a lazy smile curving the corner of his mouth. “Did that help, Boss? Feel any better now?”
The question hit somewhere low in my stomach. My body was still humming with the echo of what had just happened, but when I mentally checked, the chaos in my body had quieted, the fever fading to a steady, satisfied warmth. “Y-yeah. Much better.”
My hand lifted before I thought to stop it, my thumb brushing against his bottom lip. He gently caught my wrist, eyes darkening as he nibbled along my pulse, and I had to bite back another sound.
Turning my head, I brushed a soft kiss to Zeth’s nose, the closest I could manage without moving too much, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Fuck,” Zeth muttered, his fingers tightening around mine, his chest rising and falling too fast. The hand at my waist found its way around me like he needed the contact to stay anchored. “Anything for you, Nov.”
Down the car, Nick still hadn’t moved. His reflection in the window was all sharp lines and tension. I smiled faintly. “Thank you, Nick.”
His eyes slid toward me, a sidelong flicker, before he gave a single, stiff nod and looked away again.
Part of me hoped he’d figure out how to stop fighting himself, how to blend that human restraint with what burned underneath before it tore him in half.
I glanced down. The shredded remains of my dress hung in scraps around my waist. “Shit,” I muttered. We were supposed to be headed to the after-party, and I wasnotwalking in like this.
My watch buzzed.
Niyah:Forgot to tell you! I left a backup dress in the trunk.
Niyah:You can’t wear a cum-stained dress out, Nov! That's tacky.
Resting my head back on the seat, I thanked the heavens for having a pushy little sister. Tacky or not, I was just relieved I wouldn’t have to walk in half-naked. If it was all supes, I could make some wolfish excuse, but there was bound to be some of those rich humans there, and I didn't want to freak them out. Ityped out athank youand rapped on the partition, telling the driver to pop the trunk.
“What are you doing?” Zeth's harsh, commanding tone had me lifting a brow.
“Aniyah packed me a backup dress,” I said with a tired laugh. “Unless you think I should show up like this?”
I dragged my fingertips down the center of my bare torso, and three sets of eyes tracked the motion like starved hyenas.
“No.”
