Rhett chuckled low in my ear, his growl a hot promise. “That’s my girl. Mine. Ours.”
The reverent motions turned punishingly primitive. Their hard thrusts staking a claim as they stabbed into me deeper and deeper. They were etching themselves into my soul, moulding my body to theirs and stretching—oh fuck. So much stretching. They were huge, too much, so much and the cries began to escape me on every push and pull.
Every wall I had built, every hesitation, every ounce of doubt — gone. I was theirs, and the clarity of it made me dizzy with relief and desire.
Roan bit down hard, his teeth breaking skin right over the spot Jay had bit me and then Rhett bit me on my other shoulder, an echo of how they’d bitten me before.
The pain of pierced flesh, blood, cum, slick…and I vanished into a conflagration, going up in flames as they kept me rocking between them. Sobs of pure pleasure escaped me as something deep inside snapped into being, a feeling that had always been there. Half-formed, maybe, but present. Now it sealed to titanium. Their scents embedded into mine.
The room became a storm of heat, wet skin, whispered devotion, teasing laughter, and moans that echoed off the tile. Each press, each thrust, each claim was love and need and possession all at once. Jay’s hands guided, massaged, eased me into the rhythm, letting me ride the waves instead of falling into them blindly.
When their knots ballooned, I shattered, and the world blacked out entirely. It took time for me to surface. Some part of me aware that they were still inside of me, still stretching meto breaking, their knots so full that I would never not feel them with every breath again.
“Maybe should have thought about this before,” Roan said on a husky chuckle.
“Fuck it,” Rhett said, a naked kind of joy in his voice. “We can stand here forever. She feels so fucking good.”
“She does,” Roan agreed, but it was Jay’s soft amusement that prodded me into opening my eyes. His smile was right there and I realized what the issue was.
We were still in the shower, naked, standing and they cradled me between them, Roan and Rhett had me impaled on their huge knots and something like delight just unfurled within me. There was an inescapable peace in my pleasure, in their pleasure and even as I found myself still wanting them, it was a kind of raw sensuality that carried so much emotion, I wanted to cry.
“Always have to challenge us,” Jay said, an echo of Rhett’s earlier words and I almost giggled.
Me. Giggling.
Who would have thought?
“Youlikethat, don’t you?” I whispered back, voice shaking, my pulse thundering like it could break ribs.
“More than anything,” he breathed before nuzzling a kiss. “How are you doing?”
Every nerve, every cell, every beat of my heart was fused to theirs and Jay was in there too… I could feel him, feel hisloveand the intensity of it had a tear sliding down my cheek.
“Delirious,” I murmured. “Will it be like this each time?”
“No idea,” Roan admitted, but there was so much depth in his voice, I could hear his delight at the idea of discovering it with us.
“Can’t wait,” Rhett agreed, dipping down to steal a kiss of his own.
I was theirs and the rightness in that claim settled inside of me. Completely, irrevocably theirs.
“Jay?”
“I’m here,” he promised.
But I just grinned, delighted. “When these brutes release me, I want you again—only I want to ride you this time and look down at you as you come.”
“Anything you want,” he said.
“Anything?” It was as much a confirmation as a dare to all three of them
“Oh yeah,” Rhett said, his grin a wicked thing. “I have a lot of ways I want to fuck you too, Wren.”
“And we want you like this,” Roan said against my throat. “Every day for the rest of our lives—as long as you’re up for it.”
A real laugh escaped me this time, and it came out so full and throaty, the guys all stilled as they studied me.
“What?” Jay finally asked and I couldn’t help it, I grinned so hard, it hurt.
