Damon moves in behind me, and I swear I feel every ripple of muscle when his chest brushes my back. His hands settle on my hips, thumbs digging in.
“God,” I whisper, overwhelmed by the sheer mass of them, their strength caging me in. My own body feels impossibly small, surrounded on every side by solid, unyielding heat.
Zane’s mouth trails over my jaw, breath ragged. “You wanted this,” he murmurs to me, like he needs reassurance.
“I still do,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Damon’s fingers slip under my chin, turning my face toward him. He kisses me again, deeper this time, and the possessive note in his low groan sends heat curling through my belly. Asher’s hand finds my hip, his touch firm as he leans in, his lips brushing my neck.
Their scents blend—cologne, soap, raw masculinity—and my body responds, arching, seeking more contact. More of them.
Asher’s lips brush over mine, almost tender. He’s quiet and intense—hands sliding under my shirt, skimming over my waist, rising up to cup my tit. I arch into him, dizzy.
Zane’s breath fans across my neck. “She’s so soft,” he mutters, palming my ass with one large hand, the other slipping around to stroke my thigh.
Damon growls, hooking a finger in my shirt and pulling it up and off, exposing my stomach. He dips his head, kisses the newly bared skin. “Never thought we’d be here,” he murmurs against my flesh. “But I’m not walking away.”
A spark of need pulses between my legs at his words. My gaze flicks to Zane, who’s lifted me slightly, his huge hands supporting my thighs as he kisses my shoulder. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, voice edged with possession.
Asher tugs my bra strap down, his lips brushing the curve of my breast.
When his tongue drags over my nipple, I gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.
Zane’s grip on me tightens. “Easy,” he mutters, though his own breathing is ragged. His cock presses harder against my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. I’m caught between them, each touch fueling my arousal until I feel feverish.
Damon slides a hand into my hair, tilting my head up for another bruising kiss. My lips part under the pressure, and I taste the hunger in him—the same hunger that burns through all of us. Asher’s mouth moves lower, his hands skimming over my waist, hooking into the waistband of my pants and tugging them down. Zane shifts me so Damon can help, and in a matter of seconds, my clothes hit the floor.
I’m bare, except for their hands covering my body. Their mouths.
Zane lifts me, easily hoisting me up, and I cling to his shoulders, amazed at how small I feel in his hold. Damon’s mouth finds my neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin, while Asher threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to send a thrill through me.
Zane’s cock is hard against my belly, thick and demanding, as he kisses me so fiercely, I forget to breathe. Damon’s hand slides between my legs, a rough palm gliding over my slick folds. I cry out, arching into his touch.
“Mia,” Asher groans, voice tight with need, and that single word floors me. He looks me in the eye, and I see that quiet resolve. Then he leans in, pressing a kiss to my mouth, gentler this time, as his hand coasts over my breast, thumbing my nipple.
Damon’s grip on my thighs widens them, and Zane’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “She wants us,” he says, voice rough.
My response is a breathless moan, hips twitching under Damon’s firm hold. Asher shifts behind me, guiding me to the bed with Zane’s help, laying me down among the sheets. I feel dwarfed by their bulk as they close in, three sets of broad shoulders blocking out the world.
Damon, thick arms braced on either side of me, lowers his head to my chest, capturing my nipple between his lips, tugging gently until I gasp and arch beneath him.
A rustle of movement near my feet draws my attention. Zane slides lower, running his palms along my calves, up my thighs, spreading them gently. My body tenses, anticipation building. I can feel the hungry drag of his gaze over every inch of me, like he’s mapping out the best way to unravel me.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the sensitive spot just above my knee. Then he slips further down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thighs, inching higher until I’m squirming under him.
It happens slowly at first—Zane’s warm breath ghosting over my core, the barest flick of his tongue that steals my breath. I let out a small cry, my hips bucking involuntarily. The sensation is dizzying, and I’m only vaguely aware of Damon and Asher shifting around me.
Damon’s mouth finds my neck, his broad chest pinning me gently, letting me feel the strength coiled in his thick arms. One of his hands slides over my breast, palming it with a reverence that makes my head spin.
And then Zane starts devouring me in earnest—long, deliberate licks that have me gasping and grabbing at the sheets. Sparks dance behind my closed eyelids as he laps at my clit, teasing it with his tongue, sucking it softly until I’m shaking, moans escaping unbidden from my lips.
Asher tucks his big arm around my shoulders, sliding a hand under my head. I turn, finding his mouth with mine—no words, just a heated kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
Zane changes rhythm, focusing on my clit with intense pressure. My muscles lock, and a strangled sound escapes my throat. I barely register Damon and Asher moving down me until I feel Damon’s lips join Zane’s, Asher’s breath hot on my inner thigh. My entire body jolts with the realization that all three of them are there, feasting on me like they can’t get enough.
Damon’s tongue flicks at one side, Zane’s at the other, while Asher’s big hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he presses a firm kiss to the crease between my thigh and pelvis.
“God,” I choke out, voice shaking. My legs quiver, pinned open by their sheer strength. Hands and mouths roam, each of them bringing me right to the brink before pulling back, letting me come down just enough to start the climb again.
