Hands run up my thighs, spreading me wide as that wicked tongue probes deeper. I feel the cold hit of Gabe’s piercing as he nibbles at my lips and brushes over my clit, again and again and again. A storm builds inside me, the lightning leaping across my belly, down my arms, threatening to overpower me at any moment.
Gabriel flicks the ball of his piercing against my clit, and I’m gone. The pressure bursts inside me, and my body convulses, the storm battering my body until I’m a quivering mess.
"Oh God, oh God!" I moan.
"Why yes, I am a god." Gabriel laughs, his breath fire on my skin.
My vision blurs. It takes a moment for the wave to ebb and the gym to come back into view. Eli slides out of my mouth, his jaw tight with need. His fingers work at my restraints, freeing my hands. I’m shaking as I fall into his arms. He pushes himself underneath me as I straddle him on the bench.
Eli’s fingers dig into my hips as I guide myself down on top of him, allowing the tip of his cock to enter me. He thrusts forward, quickly and deeply, pushing himself as deep as he can go. He smiles up at me, blinking through his long lashes. A lock of golden hair falls over his eye.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I raise myself up on my knees, enjoying the sensation of rocking back, then slamming myself down on him.
The bench groans as Noah climbs on behind me. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh. Gabriel moves to the wall of toys and tosses something to Noah. A moment later, cool liquid is spread over my skin, and a finger rubs it inside my ass. I moan as I grind against Eli.
Noah shuffles in close behind me, pressing his chest against my back. The warmth of him against my skin is delicious. He kisses my cheek, running his tongue along my jaw, over my ear. I moan softly.
"This will hurt so good," he whispers in my ear, nibbling at the lobe. "Bite me, Claws. Make me bleed."
I suck in my breath as he wraps his hand around my mouth, pressing his fingers between my lips. His cock slides into my ass, behind Eli’s. I can’t breathe. It feels so good.
Noah thrusts in deeper and I bite down hard on his fingers. The three of us move together, stroking and thrusting. I can no longer move between them without losing one of them, so I remain still, while Noah draws out of me as Eli – my precious Golden Boy – twists my nipple between his fingers and thrusts up into me with his long, beautiful cock.
The pressure heats and swells. I love this, I love having them both inside me – so deep, so painful, so erotic and forbidden. Noah drags his fingernails down my back and I scream and buck as the storm boils over and another orgasm rips through me.
This is what it means to be free.
35
Claudia
Eli shakes me awake at the crack of dawn. “Merry Christmas.”
“I hate you.” I toss a pillow at his head. Beside me, Noah swears under his breath, and Gabriel yanks the duvet over his head.
“You really don’t.” Eli grins, and a delicious memory of last night works its way through my body, curling my toes and pooling heat in my belly. I beckon Eli back to bed, but he grabs his shirt from the pile on the floor and starts buttoning it.
“What are you doing up? I didn’t know you were such a Christmas elf—”
“I want to check on the girls.” He hops on one leg to pull on his jeans. “Come with me.”
From her nest of blankets between my legs, Queen Boudica digs her claws into the duvet and shoots me an anxious look.
“Sorry. Cat gravity.” I point to Queen Boudica.
“You’re not sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Eli grabs his car keys and disappears into the hall. Noah throws a heavy arm over my chest, dragging me against him, and sleep draws me under once more.
Some hours later, I wake from a violent dream to the sound of a car pulling into the tunnel. I throw on Gabriel’s black hoodie, which stretches nearly to my knees, and pad downstairs. I meet Eli in the foyer. He’s holding Yara’s hand and pointing out all the architectural features of the house.
If Yara’s impressed by Malloy Manor, she doesn’t say a thing. I like that.
I set her up with a bedroom between Eli and Ms. Drysdale. This place is starting to resemble an Airbnb. Eli must’ve taken Yara shopping this morning because she’s wearing black skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a purple hoodie, and she has some bags of spare clothes and toiletries and books.
“What’s going to happen to the girls now?” Yara asks when she’s set down her things. Her lips purse with concern.
“I’m still figuring that out. I’m not handing you over to Nero, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to stay in America.”
