“Whose alphabet?” I grab her ankle and haul her onto her back.
Risk says, “Hers.” When I meet his stern gaze, he thinks, Youdecided it had to be tonight.
But unlike the last time he thought that, this is a reward, not a punishment.
I look at Shock, but he’s already started whispering plans in Chrys’ ear. I have a feeling they’ll outnumber me on every decision from now on.
“English alphabet it is.”
“On your back,” Shock says, pulling Chrys out of the way. “She gets to start on top.”
I have to close my eyes for a moment while I adjust to the onslaught of their thoughts and wants and needs.
Lying down is inevitable at this point.
I don’t think I’ll fight anything they ask of me in this room.
She slings one leg over me and angles her hips. The motion slides her still leaking pussy against my cock. I have to close my eyes against the sharp delight of her and grip the sheets so I don’t grab hold of her and slam her down on my aching cock.
Her lips twitch with a smile.
“I know what you want.” She leans down, brushing her lips against mine. “It’s what I want too. We all want it. Are you ready to finally accept that?”
I nod, managing to release my death grip on the sheets. I grab her bright hair instead, twisting my fingers in it and pull her down to me in a crushing kiss.
I want her, I want them. I wantus.
Her thoughts are a swirl of delight, and she shoves back from me. Both hands on my chest, she doesn’t reach back. She doesn’t need to guide me into her.
Our bodies slide together exactly as they were meant to.
Enveloped, I grit my teeth.
Almost perfect.
I don’t know if it’s her thought, or my own. It doesn’t matter.
“The saints knew they couldn’t tease me with all three of you andnotlet me have you in the end.” She sighs as she rises and lowers on my cock. “They didn’t want to fight me.”You should keep that in mind.
I would laugh with her thoughts if mine weren’t so focused on my impending death by pleasure.
She squeezes so tight and tries to lean forward, but my grip doesn’t let her. I realize it a moment too late.
When I release her, she looks down, deciding whether or not to punish me.
No punishments tonight.
Leaning close, she kisses me and whispers words so quietly across my lips that I only know what she said because I can hear her thoughts.
I love you.
She loves me.
She loves us. Individually and as a whole.
She’s part of that whole now, whether she’s realized it yet or not.
Rocking her hips, she looks down at me with one raised brow before her thoughts flutter and her smile turns wicked.
