Miles dips his fingers inside of me, gathering slick and running them down to my ass. He presses against my backdoor with a single finger that makes me squirm. Elliott holds me still with gentle hands. And Miles repeats the process, each time pressing a little bit more until the lubrication of my arousal allows him in. He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks at the same time he gathers even more slick.
All thought has left my mind. Every single bit of my focus is on Miles between my legs and Elliott and Rafe’s touch on my body.
“Is that a no, sweetheart?” Rafe whispers against my hot skin. He doesn’t give me a chance to answer whatever he’s asking before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Earning him a whimper on the tail-end of a moan.
Elliott mouths and sucks along my collarbone and up the side of my throat. He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and slowly releases it. “I think that’s a no,” he breathes into my ear.
Are they having a conversation?
An orgasm builds like a coming storm, ready to release, yet getting stronger and stronger the more they kiss and touch me. Elliott ghosts his lips over mine, and I tangle my fingers into his hair, lifting my head off of the pillow to kiss him fully. He groans into my mouth, mixing with my seemingly constant sounds of pleasure.
He nips my lower lip at the same time Miles adds two more fingers, stretching me wider. And a need rips through me. I’m sure the two of them feel it through the bond because Elliott purrs with pleasure, while Miles growls possessively against my skin.
“You’re ready, sunshine,” Miles says. “Can you handle the two of us?”
Miles watches me. A feeling of him holding back threading through the link. I nod only because I’m sure if I don’t, everything will stop. And I want everything they have to offer. As soon as I agree, that reserve that was flowing through the bond from Miles snaps like an old rubber band stretched too thin.
The three of them move together. Lifting me off of the bed, Rafe settles me in his lap, facing him, the length of his cock pressing against my stomach. My fingers find the curls at the base of his neck, and he smiles at me, then nuzzles my throat with a purr that does the opposite of calming me. Need unfurls inside of me. He reaches between us and adjusts himself between my legs. And I angle my hips and press against his crown. Impaling myself on his length.
Miles kneels behind me. His tip pressing against my backdoor sends a thrill through me. Rafe already has me stretched wide, but I pause as Miles slips past the muscled barrier. My slick eases the way, and he slowly works himself in and out until I think I’ll scream. I’m so focused on the new sensation that when Rafe lifts his hips off the bed and sinks further into me, it pushes me straight into an earth-shattering orgasm.
I’ve never been so full. And I might be addicted because as I come down, their thrusts have me clenching around them.
Rafe hisses out a sound that is half pain, half pleasure. Then he kisses my throat. His teeth graze my skin, and I offer him full access. Practically begging for his mark. He doesn’t hesitate. The burn of his canines breaking my skin and the link snapping into place a moment later rips a whimper from my lips.
He runs his tongue over the fresh bite mark and releases a breath that tingles along the sensitive flesh. “Now you, Lilah. Claim me,” he pleads, lifting his head and baring his throat to me.
A moan parts my lips, and I watch him through half lidded eyes. I need it almost as much as it feels like he does through the link. So I lean into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his throat, all the way down to his pulse. Then I bite him. The depth of emotions that fill me is everything I’ve ever imagined and more.
The feel of all of them through the complete bond washes over me. And I blindly reach for Elliott, needing to touch all of them. He’s there as if he feels it too. I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him from his base to his swollen crown. Pre-cum coats my palm as I work him at the same rhythm Miles and Rafe are thrusting into me.
The urge to have him fuck my mouth at the same time they fill my other holes is a pure need. And I wrap my hand more firmly around him and wet my lips.
“Let me taste you, Elliott,” I demand. He doesn’t waste time finding his feet on the soft surface. And his large cock bobs at eye level. Cupping his balls, I slip my tongue over his slit, and his peanut butter cup flavor hits me. Delicious.
I moan, taking him further into my mouth. My gag reflex kicks in, and he retreats. But I suck him deep again and swallow around him. At the same time, Rafe groans, and I feel him lock into me. The warmth of his release fills me as he pulses. Miles thrusts harder and faster, like a man possessed, and the slight tug of Rafe’s knot with each stroke has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
The sweet taste of Elliott on my tongue and the incredible stretch of my ass, paired with all of the other sensations, wrings another orgasm from me. Wave after wave drowns me in pleasure, and they follow me.
It lasts forever. Time loses all meaning as the bond heightens all of the feelings and echoes back on each other.
I collapse in Rafe’s arms. He circles my waist and leans back, taking me with him. Miles slips out, leaving a slightache behind, and drops to the bed next to us. While Elliott settles on my other side.
“I’ll have more of that please, but first a nap,” I murmur into Rafe’s chest, and a chuckle rumbles out of him.
I’ve never felt so content and loved in my life.
CHAPTER 48
Elliott
The morning lightshines into the penthouse, bringing with it a new day. Lilah nuzzles into my chest still asleep, and I cradle her on my lap. The calm that’s lazily thrumming through my system feels different. She quiets something inside of me that I didn’t even realize was loud.
Letting her walk out of the hotel is going to go against every instinct my beast has. He wants to keep her in his sights. Ensure she doesn’t get it in her head to try to leave us again. When she cut me off from her through our bond last night, my alpha raged inside of me. If it weren’t for Rafe, I’m not sure what would have happened.
Instinctively, my arms hold her tighter. She releases a soft sound and stirs a little bit, but I can’t loosen my hold if I try.
Miles limps into the room, sans his crutches, and he lifts a brow at us settled on the sofa. He scratches at his chest. “When did you move out here?”
