Three pairs of hungry eyes devour me as denim and boxer briefs hit the floor. My pulse thunders in my ears as I take in what six years has done to their bodies—harder, stronger, marked with new scars and ink. Cal’s thick length curves up toward his stomach, Jace’s stands proudly against a nest of dark curls, and Silas—God, Silas is already fisting himself, a bead of moisture glistening at his tip.
A whimper escapes me, my thighs pressing together against the sudden flood of heat between them. Six years of memories haven’t done justice to the reality of these men naked before me.
Jace claims my lips in a searing kiss as Cal’s fingers work deftly at the buttons of my blouse. Silas’s teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck, and I gasp into Jace’s mouth.
They undress me with focused intensity, peeling away layers until I’m bare and trembling beneath their heated gazes. Cal’s hands skim reverently over my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebble and ache. Jace kisses a trail of fire down my throat to my collarbone. Silas nips at my hipbone, sending sparks racing through my blood.
I’m engulfed in a torrent of sensation, a deluge of overwhelming intensity, as the only three men I’ve ever loved this deeply touch me. Tears well up, pricking my eyes like tiny needles, as I’m moved by the sheer beauty and power of this moment. Six years of pent-up longing burst from me in a broken, guttural moan, raw and primal, like a storm finally unleashed.
“Shh, angel, we’ve got you,” Cal murmurs, his voice a soothing balm.
His lips capture mine in a deep, drugging kiss, a dance of slow, languid slides and intoxicating tastes. I lose myself in the velvety softness of his lips, the wet, hot glide of his tongue, the exquisite flavor of him—a heady mix of sweet and salty, like the first rain after a drought.
He slides down my body until his stubble rasps against my tender inner thighs, a delicious, coarse friction that sends shivers up my spine. He kisses a trail of fire up to where I’m already slick and throbbing, his breath hot and moist against my flesh. The first touch of his tongue is a lightning strike, and I arch off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat. He hums against me, sending vibrations spiraling through my core, each one a tremor of ecstasy as he licks and sucks with a single-minded focus that leaves me reeling.
“Cal, please, I need...” I trail off on a moan, incoherent with desire as he slips two fingers inside me, curling them just so, finding that secret spot that makes me see stars.
“I know what you need, angel.” He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him until I’m straddling his face, my thighs trembling. “I remember.”
Then his mouth is on me, and coherent thought becomes impossible. I’m vaguely aware of the mattress dipping as Jace and Silas join us, but I can’t focus on anything except the way Cal is devouring me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue works magic.
I reach out blindly, needing to touch, to feel them. My fingers find hard, hot flesh, and I stroke greedily, reveling in the groansand muttered curses my touch elicits. Jace and Silas take turns feeding their cocks into my eager mouth and hands, the wet sounds of my slick fist and Cal’s unrelenting mouth lewd and obscene in the charged air.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, a tsunami of toe-curling bliss that crashes over me, leaving me breathless and shaking. Cal works me through it, gentling his touch as I come down, my limbs feeling deliciously heavy, like I’m sinking into a warm, velvety embrace.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice a low rumble as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “You taste even better than I remembered.”
I hum contentedly, still lost in the afterglow, my body languid and sated. But then I feel Silas’s hands on my hips, lifting and repositioning me until I’m poised above Cal’s thick length. He notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and I tense, suddenly nervous, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
“Shh, we’ve got you.” Silas smooths a hand down my spine, his touch soothing as Cal rubs slow circles over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure dancing through me. “Just relax, firefly. Let us make you feel good.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing my body to accept the stretch as Cal guides me down onto him, inch by delicious inch. I’m so wet from his earlier attentions that he slides in easily despite his size, splitting me open, filling me perfectly, like a key finding its lock.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” Cal’s fingers dig into my hips, holding me flush against him, his voice strained. “You feel incredible.”
I can only whimper in response, my body still adjusting to the intrusion, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming. But then Silas’s fingers are tracing over my other entrance, and I stiffen, my breath hitching.
“Been training this sweet ass, firefly?” he rasps, his voice a low growl against my ear. “Keeping it ready for us?”
Oh God.
I moan, the pressure of his touch and Cal’s thrusts turning my mind to mush, my thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind.
“Has anyone else touched you here since us?” His voice is a low rumble, a distant thunder. “Have you let another man claim this pretty little ass?”
“N-no.” I’m blushing furiously, heat flooding my face like a wildfire. “Just toys. I haven’t...not since you.”
Silas makes a sound like I’ve gutted him, a low, feral groan that sends shivers down my spine. “Christ, Parker. You’re so perfect, firefly. Making sure no one touched what belongs to us.” He makes a sound low in his chest, a possessive growl that makes my heart race. “Please tell me you bought lube,” he grits out. “As a just in case.”
Jace’s dark chuckle raises goosebumps on my skin, like a phantom touch. “What do you take me for? An amateur?”
He disappears for a moment, and then I’m gasping at the cold drizzle between my cheeks, a shocking contrast to the heat of Silas’s fingers as he works me open with slick fingers and devastating patience. I’m nearly mindless with need by the timeI feel the blunt press of his cock against my entrance, my body aching and eager.
“Breathe, angel,” Cal soothes, his thumbs rubbing maddening circles on my hip bones, his voice a gentle anchor in the storm of sensation. “We’ve got you.”
Then Silas is pushing forward, and I’m seeing stars, pain, and pleasure shorting out my nerve endings like a live wire. He pulls back and thrusts again, sinking deeper, splitting me open, the burn exquisite and overwhelming. Cal flexes his hips, meeting him stroke for stroke until they find a rhythm that has me keening, a wild, desperate sound torn from the depths of my soul.
“That’s it,” Jace encourages darkly, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back, his voice a harsh rasp. “Take it. Take everything we give you.” His breath is hot on my neck, his words a brand, a claim. “You’re ours, Parker. Always have been. Always will be.”
