He groans. “I do. I fucking do.”
I lower myself onto him in one slow, aching slide, and he cries out, hips jerking beneath me, but Carson keeps him pinned, growling low in warning.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, repeating my words. “Let her use you.”
Graham stands behind me again, one hand sliding up my back, steadying me as I begin to move. His touch is grounding, possessive. Like he needs me to know I’m not alone in this—that they’re here, that they want this as much as I do.
As much as I need.
I roll my hips, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Finn moans with every stroke, every inch of friction. He’s trembling beneath me, panting, already on the edge.
Graham’s large hands brace my hips, guiding the pace. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show him what it means to be taken by a pack.”
Hunter bends, brushing his lips along the side of Finn’s throat. “You’re doing so good,” he whispers.
Carson leans in, mouth brushing mine, then sliding to my ear. “Ride him until he can’t remember his own name.”
I grind down harder, faster, heat blooming inside me like a wildfire. Finn’s moans turn wrecked and desperate. His eyes roll back. His hands clench against Hunter’s hold, but he doesn’t fight it. He gives in.
My thighs start to tremble, every nerve lit up, every breath ragged.
Graham’s voice is commanding and low. “Now, Carson. Let her feel you too.”
Carson shifts next to me, hand brushing my stomach before dipping lower, his fingers sliding through the slick between my legs and rubbing slow, tight circles that make my whole body clench around Finn.
I gasp—loud and high and raw.
Finn’s whole body jolts. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t?—”
Graham growls. “Not yet.”
Hunter’s hand leaves the mattress and wraps around Finn’s jaw, tilting his head until their eyes lock.
“Hold on,” he murmurs. “You don’t get to fall apart alone.”
And then Graham’s hand replaces Carson’s at my clit, rougher, more demanding, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My head drops forward, my moan catching against Finn’sshoulder. His eyes are glossy, unfocused, every muscle tight beneath me.
“Please,” he begs again, voice wrecked. “Please, let me?—”
“Not yet,” Graham commands. “She comes first.”
And God—I do. Shattering around him, clenching tight, my whole body a pulse of heat and sensation. I cry out, the sound guttural and raw and mine.
Only then—only when I collapse against his chest, shaking and breathless—does Graham nod.
“Now.”
Finn comes with a broken cry, hips jerking up into me, hands clenched in Hunter’s grip as he spills into me, every part of him undone.
And he smiles. A real, stunned, ruined smile.
Like he finally found home.
CHAPTER 76
Willow
