“No,” I whisper. “It’s not too much.”
Graham’s eyes darken, his jaw tight with restraint. “Then open for me, omega.”
Hunter and Carson respond before I can. Their hands shift, adjusting me—positioning me exactly how Graham wants. I’m weightless between them, floating on sensation and touch, guided by their strength and his command.
Graham’s fingers return, slower this time—deeper. Every stroke is precise. He’s not playing with me. He’s claiming me. Wrapping his dominance around every nerve ending until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
“You feel that?” he murmurs. “That’s what happens when you give in.”
I nod, dizzy with the need to fall apart again.
“Words, Willow,” he reminds me, never relenting. “I want to hear it from your mouth.”
“Yes,” I choke out, hips lifting instinctively. “I feel it.”
“Good girl,” he growls, and the praise rips through me.
My next orgasm crashes into me a wave that pulls me under—violent and overwhelming. My body arches offHunter’s chest, a sob tearing from my throat as everything inside me unravels.
Graham doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t slow.
Not until I’m gasping, limp, and trembling.
And even then, he doesn’t back away.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, then trails his mouth up to my hip. “You think I’m finished with you?” he whispers.
My eyes flutter open. I can barely breathe, let alone speak.
He doesn’t wait for an answer.
“You’ll give me everything,” he says softly. “Every sound, every tremble. Every last bit of that stubborn fire—until it belongs to me.”
Hunter drags my shirt higher, taking my bra with it, baring me completely. My arms stay above my head, still bound, the fabric of my clothes bunched at the restraint. His mouth finds my neck, lips trailing heat along my skin just as Graham’s rough palms slide over my exposed breasts.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers until they’re tight, aching peaks.
“Look how perfect you are,” Graham murmurs. “Tied up. Spread out. All for us.”
Before I can respond, he leans in, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive bud, and pleasure explodes through me, jagged and sharp. Pain and pleasure blend until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
I cry out, arching toward him, but it’s not enough.
Then he pulls back, and cool air flows over my flushed skin—made worse by the slow drag of his breath across the places he just touched.
“Stand her up,” Graham commands, and Carson moves without hesitation, while Hunter steadies me with stronghands. My legs are boneless. My whole body hums, overworked and still desperate.
“Are you on birth control?” Graham’s voice cuts through the haze. The question barely lands through the thick fog of lust and submission, but I nod, breathless.
No babies. Not yet. Not when I don’t even know what I want in life.
Graham’s gaze drops to my slick, trembling thighs, then lifts to meet mine, molten heat simmering beneath the control in his expression.
“Good,” he says, voice rough. “Because I want to feel you lock around my knot.”
My eyes drop to the clear outline of his cock pressing against his jeans—thick, long, impossibly hard. The sheer size of him should make me nervous. Instead, it makes my core clench. I’m already soaked, already aching, and I know I could take him. I want to take him.
