Carson moves in, his hand covering mine, both of us working her now in tandem—stroking her, coaxing her, watching her come undone in the most beautiful, breathless way. Her head falls back on Hunter’s shoulder, her hips lifting into our hands.
“You can take more,” Hunter whispers in her ear. “You want more.”
And she does.
Her body is begging for it, every sound she makes pulling me deeper into the need to push her farther. To see how many ways I can make her fall apart. To show her just how good it feels to be ours. How good it can be when she gives me her control.
“Carson,” I growl. “Mouth on her. Now.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He slips her panties further to the side and buries his face between her thighs as if he doesn’t need air to survive. Her fingers curl into themselves, her entire body going taut. Her face is mesmerizing in her pleasure.
But just as she’s about to tumble over the edge, I say, “Stop.”
Carson groans but obeys, falling back on his heels. His chest rises and falls with sharp breaths. He knows the rules—and I’ll reward him for it later. But first, we need to teach Willow the rules.
Hunter smooths his hands over her thighs, splaying his fingers wide. He’s the picture of restraint with her in his lap, her back to his chest, skin flushed and trembling.
Willow pants, soft and needy, the sound shooting straightto my cock. Her pupils are blown wide, leaving only a sliver of blue around the black—a total eclipse.
I motion for Carson to move. He does, slipping aside, and I take his place between her thighs. She instinctively closes her legs. She thinks we’re done.
We’re not.
“I can smell how badly you want this,” I murmur, kneeling close, my palms sliding up her calves, over her thighs. My thumbs tease the crease where her legs meet her center. “But I’m going to need you to say it.”
She lets out a low whimper.
“Words,” I growl. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” she gasps. “Please.”
“Goddamn,” Carson mutters, sounding almost pained. “You hear that, G? She’s already begging and you haven’t even?—”
“Quiet,” I snap. “Watch.”
I tug her panties to the side, exposing the slick heat of her to the cool air. She sucks in air, her back arching, and I grin.
“Hunter. Hold her thighs apart.”
His hands move with precision, bracing on her inner thighs, spreading her wide for me.
I lean in, my breath ghosting over her most sensitive place. “You’re mine now, Willow. All of ours. But this—” I press a slow kiss to her inner thigh, “—this is mine first.”
Then I drag my tongue up her center, sucking her clit between my teeth, and she shatters.
Her cry echoes off the walls, hips bucking, but Hunter and Carson hold her steady.
Her whole body vibrates with need—and I’m not even close to finished.
CHAPTER 50
Willow
I’m notsure I remember how to breathe.
My body is boneless, trembling, still echoing with the aftershocks of release. But Graham doesn’t give me time to recover, not even a second. His eyes are molten, locked on mine, seeing everything, every crack, every hidden place I’ve tried to keep sealed. And he wants all of it.
All of me.
