He kisses the spot where my pulse flutters—soft and warm, a contrast to the fire building under my skin—while Ronan still claims my mouth with his own, refusing to let me pull away, as if the taste of my sounds is something he can’t get enough of.
“Rowen...” I whimper, eyes closed, not able to see him, onlyfeelhim—his presence like gravity behind me.
“I’m here,” he answers quietly, and the heat in his voice makes my breath hitch. “You’re so beautiful... I can’t stop watching you.”
Something about that makes me wild. The thought that he’s just out of sight, watching his brothers touch me, move around me, love me—that he’senjoyingit—sends a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through me. Emerson must feel it, because his breath catches and he groans, fingers slowing just enough to tease.
“She likes that, Ro,” he says, his voice dark with satisfaction. “She just tightened around my fingers.”
Rowen’s still behind me, but I feel him leaning in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Do you?” he murmurs, voice warm silk laced with hunger. “You like it when I watch you?” His hand slides around to trace my breast, fingertips brushing over the peak.
“Yes...” The word is barely a breath, but it spills out like a confession against his brother’s lips.
“I can’t wait to see them make you theirs,” he continues, his voice sending shivers straight to my spine. “Every look, every sound you make... it’s all for us.”
“Rowen... please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore, but somehow, he understands.
“I know what you need,” he whispers, right before his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking with a sudden heat that tears a gasp from my throat.
It hits me fast, like a shockwave crashing through my entire body. My muscles clench, my vision goes white around the edges, and I’m falling apart in their arms.
“That’s it,” Emerson murmurs, slowing his strokes, soothing me through the tremors that ripple under my skin. “You’re so damn beautiful when you let go.”
As Ronan finally lets my mouth go, Emerson leans in, brushing his lips against mine, slow and sweet. “One down,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye. “Two more to go. One for each of us. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?” His forehead rests against mine, his breath mingling with mine, and in that moment—messy, intense, breathless—I’ve never felt more alive.
Ronan lets out a low, husky laugh—thick with mischief and heat—before casually shoving his brother aside with a playful nudge. “Move,” he mutters, voice rough with anticipation. Then he drops to his knees in front of me like it’s exactly where he belongs. His hands grip my hips with easy confidence as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, steadying me.
“Open up for me, Berk,” he murmurs, voice thick with anticipation.
There’s no time for embarrassment. Not when his mouth is suddenly on me, pressing against the most sensitive part of mewith slow, deliberate pressure that has my head tilting back and my hands grabbing onto Rowen and Emerson for support.
His tongue strokes a firm line, then teases in slow circles, while his nose brushes places that make me gasp. There’s no hesitation in the way he explores me, like he’s been dreaming about this moment just as long as I have.
When I glance down, breathless and trembling, Ronan’s eyes are already locked on mine—dark and intense, holding me there as if to say,feel this.
And I do.
God, Ido.
The sound of a zipper breaks through the haze, and I realize one of his hands is working himself while he keeps his mouth moving with relentless focus. That thought alone sends heat racing up my spine.
“F—” I can’t finish the word as another wave crashes through me, this one faster, harder, leaving me shuddering and clinging to Ronan’s hair while he devours every inch of me as if he’s starving.
He groans low and deep, finishing with me. The sound vibrating against my sex as he slows his movements, easing me down with long, gentle strokes until the tension in my legs starts to fade.
Then, with a reverence that leaves my heart pounding, he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh and gently lowers my leg,guiding me back to standing. His hands linger on my waist until he’s certain I can hold my own.
When he stands, his eyes search mine—gentle now, tender, looking for the same thing I feel burning in my chest.
He smiles softly and presses a kiss to my lips, not rushed or greedy—just full of quiet affection. “Let me watch while you take care of my brothers, baby.”
My soft, breathless whimper of an agreement is all the answer he needs. He steps back, giving space, while Emerson and Rowen close in like the tide.
Their hands brush over my skin—slow, steady, and worshipful—sending new shivers across my already-sensitive body. Rowen positions himself behind me, strong and silent, while Emerson steps in front, his eyes dark with restraint.
They sandwich me between them, heat and muscle and intent pressing in from both sides.
“You trust me, Berk?” Emerson asks, voice low but steady, fingers brushing the curve of my jaw.
