Ronan smirks, scooting in closer until he’s right beside Emerson, his body lined up shoulder to hip, just as flushed and ready. He reaches down without shame, freeing himself again, his eyes flicking between us with bold intent.
“Guess I’m jumping in for round two,” he teases, shooting Emerson a grin. “We’re gonna have to get really comfortable with how up close and personal this gets.”
Emerson chuckles darkly. “Anything for this.”
Ronan’s gaze finds mine again, that familiar fire sparking brighter. “You think you can handle all of us, Berk?” he asks, voice low and rich. “You want a taste?”
My tongue slips out before I even register the movement, wetting my lips on pure instinct. His eyes catch it like a hawk spotting prey, pupils dark and wide.
“Yeah... you do,” he murmurs, the hunger in his voice enough to make my legs shake. “But first—give us a kiss, baby. We love you.”
His words steal the air right out of my chest. Even with everything burning around us, it’s the one thing that anchors me—the love behind it, the truth woven through his voice, the steadiness I can always count on.
He leans in, brushing his nose against mine in a soft, tender nuzzle that sends a swell of emotion rising fast and uncontrollable. I close my eyes for a moment, letting it wash through me, letting myself feel every bit of it.
I slow my hips just enough to break the rhythm, and glance down at Emerson—his head tilted back, lashes low, his chest rising and falling fast. He looks like he’s barely holding on.
But more than that... he looks at me like I’m something divine.
Like I’m his entire world.
Like I’mtheirs.
As if he hears the words forming silently in my head, Emerson says them out loud.
“You’re a goddess, Berkley.”
His voice is low, reverent, and laced with hunger that makes my heart skip. He reaches up, his hands warm as they caress my breasts, fingers dragging slowly over sensitive skin. One hand settles at my waist, grounding me, while the other glides upward, wrapping lightly around the front of my throat—not to control, but to connect. His grip is firm yet careful, guiding me closer until our lips meet in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.
Not rushed. Not rough. Just firm and full of purpose. He whispers against my lips, “I love you.”
The words hit hard, in the best way. I barely have time to catch my breath before Rowen replaces Emerson’s hand with his own, his body curving around mine like he was made to fit. He stretches my neck with a gentle pull, so I’m looking up and back at him.
Rowen smiles, impossibly soft for a moment like this, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose before brushing his lips across mine in a slow, upside-down kiss that steals every coherent thought I have left.
“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth, and my chest aches with how much I feel it.
He eases me back toward Emerson, a quiet hand guiding me as they begin again—their touches slow, knowing, and perfectly in sync.
“Such a good girl,” Ronan murmurs from the side, his voice like velvet over flame. He cups my cheek and brings mymouth to his. His kiss is deep, controlled, each stroke of his tongue drawing me deeper into his world.
When I nod breathlessly, he pulls back just enough to search my eyes. I can feel the question before he even speaks.
“You ready for me?”
Another nod.
But he hasn’t moved just yet. His gaze flickers, something cautious dancing behind the desire. “Okay, this might be a little personal, and I don’t know if I want to hear the answer but...” His voice dips with hesitation. “Have you ever done this before?”
The room stills.
All three of them tense. Their anticipation turns into something quieter, fragile.
I give him a soft, knowing smile. “No,” I say honestly. “You guys are my first everything.”
The moment I finish speaking, a single, primal sound rises from them, one collective growl rolling through the room like a storm clapping thunder.
Ronan’s eyes darken, and a sound rumbles deep in his chest as he curls a hand around the back of my neck, fingers sinking tightly into my hair. “That’s the right answer,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across my lower lip.
