Mine.
He’s mine.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are red, his breathing uneven. He looks wrecked, and so beautiful I almost cry. I don’t have long to recover.
Carson’s already moving, already pulling me into his lap, already pressing soft, coaxing kisses up the side of my face.
“You ready for me too, peaches?”
I nod, breathless. “Yes.”
He nuzzles the unmarked side of my neck. “You sure?”
I turn my head, baring my throat for him. “I want to be yours. Completely.”
His growl is pure hunger. But he only nips at my neck, a teasing bite. His hands roaming over my breasts, tweaking my nipple between his fingers. Then lower, over the swell of my stomach, and then between my legs. He slips two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly, until he works a whimper from me. I need more. Now.
I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, bringing his face back to my throat and arching into his mouth. He chuckles, a low and soft sound.
Then he bites.
It’s a different kind of fire—sweeter, but just as overwhelming. I cry out, clinging to him, feeling the heat of hisbond collide with Graham’s inside me, both mixing with Hunter’s.
And I don’t break.
I expand.
Wrapped in their arms, their marks burning on my skin, I feel more like myself than I ever have before.
He runs his palms over my back as I adjust to the feeling of them inside my chest and head. The bond will be even stronger once I claim them, but for now, this is enough.
My stomach flips over, and a different sort of heat fills me. Carson’s hard and hot beneath me, his jeans still containing him, and I become very aware of the fact that I’m naked and none of them are.
“I’m going to need the three of you to bring me so many orgasms I forget my name.”
Carson chuckles, pressing kisses to the side of my face. “How many orgasms do you think it will take?”
“Ten…Fifteen…” I shrug, and he leans down and nips at my bare shoulder.
“Let’s make it twenty,” he says. “Just to be sure.”
Hunter drops to his knees next to us, and then I feel his hands join Carson’s, his mouth warm and hot against my back. He spreads his fingers over my lower back as his lips trail a hot, open-mouthed kiss along the curve of my spine.
“We’re already behind schedule,” Hunter murmurs.
Graham’s voice cuts in from my side. “Then we better pick up the pace.”
Their hands and mouths are everywhere at once—or at least it feels that way. The connection between us magnifies everything. Carson shifts beneath me, and even that little bit of friction draws a rush of his pleasure through the bond.
My fingers move to the button of his jeans, fumbling slightly. He catches my wrists gently, easing my hands awaybefore popping the button himself. His zipper slides down under the pressure of his cock, straining against the fabric.
I slip my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around the smooth, hot length of him. I stroke him slowly, deliberately, until his head falls back with a groan.
“Shit, peaches, this is supposed to be about you.”
“It is,” I gasp, as his pleasure rolls through me, crashing against my own.
Behind me, I hear the quiet rustle of clothing being discarded—Hunter, then Graham. I don’t need to look to know. I feel them.
