Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, relief and rapture and rightness all rolled into one, a cocktail of emotions that leaves me raw and open. Because he’s right. In this moment, caught between the three of them, I’ve never felt so free. So cherished. So utterly, completely theirs.
“Yours,” I rasp, the word a benediction, a vow. “I’m yours.”
My head falls forward as they work me open, one thick finger pressing past the ring of muscle and sinking into my clutching heat. It’s been so long, and the sensation is overwhelming, pleasure-pain sparking up my spine like a Roman candle, each thrust, each touch sending me higher, closer to the edge. Cal rolls his hips beneath me, reminding me that I’m caughtbetween them, filled in every way, theirs in every sense of the word.
“Breathe, angel,” he coaxes, his thumb circling my clit faster now, his voice a low, steady murmur. “Breathe through it. Let go.”
I try to obey, fighting to relax as Silas adds a second finger, scissoring and stretching, the burn intense, almost too much. But gradually, I start to unclench, melting into their touch as Jace cards a hand through my hair, his touch gentle, soothing, a stark contrast to the firestorm of sensation consuming me. And as I surrender to their touch, to their love, I know that I am home. That I am theirs, irrevocably, completely, forever.
“There you go,” he whispers, his voice a velvety hum against my ear. “There’s our perfect girl. You’re taking us so beautifully, like you were made for this.”
Then Silas’s fingers slip free, leaving me momentarily empty, only to be replaced by the blunt, scorching head of his cock. I stiffen, a shiver of fear spiraling down my spine as I suddenly doubt my ability to do this. But they won’t let me retreat, won’t let me hide from this carnal dance we’ve begun. Cal surges up, his mouth capturing mine in a desperate, bruising kiss that steals my breath and sends my heart pounding like a wild drum. At the same moment, Silas begins to push forward, the thick crown of his erection breaching my entrance with an excruciating, agonizing slowness that sets my nerves ablaze.
The burn is incredible, indescribable, a fiery brand that marks me from the inside out.
I cry out, my body stretched to the breaking point, skewered on their cocks. Tears stream from my eyes at the exquisite agony of it, of being so thoroughly claimed.
Jace’s hands fist in my hair, pulling my head back. “Open,” he commands roughly. “Open for me, Princess.”
I obey instinctively, my jaw falling slack. He feeds his thick length past my lips, hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him, spit dripping down my chin as he begins to thrust. My eyes water, but I’ve never felt so alive, so wanted.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Jace groans above me. “Always so perfect for me.”
I moan around him as Silas and Cal find their rhythm, pistoning into me from both ends. It’s almost too much, the pleasure edging into pain. Almost more than I can take. But I want it, need it. Need to be filled by them, owned by them, shattered and remade.
Jace fucks into my throat relentlessly, and I take it eagerly, reveling in the sting of tears, the ache in my jaw, the sheer depravity of it all. Of being theirs and them being mine.
I’ve never felt so free.
Cal’s fingers dig into my hips as he drives up into me savagely, chasing his release. “Not going to last,” he grits out. “You feel too fucking good.”
“Fuck.” It’s more an exhalation than a word, his voice strained and hoarse. “You have no idea how good you feel, firefly. How long I’ve waited to be sheathed inside you again.”
I’m lost to it, lost to them, surrendering completely to the devastating pleasure of being taken so thoroughly. There’s noroom for thought, for fear, for anything but sensation. The slick, velvety slide of Cal’s cock in my pussy, the burning, delicious stretch of Silas in my ass, the firm, possessive grip of Jace’s fingers in my hair. I’m a symphony of sensation, a concert of carnal delight, and I can’t get enough.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, cresting over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. I keen around Jace’s cock, the sound muffled and choked. My inner muscles clench and ripple, gripping Cal and Silas like a velvet vise. They groan in unison, a harmony of masculine satisfaction, and their rhythm falters.
“That’s it, angel,” Cal grits out, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Milk our cocks just like that. Wring us dry.”
His filthy words, combined with the pulsing aftershocks still wracking my body, send me flying again, a second climax hard on the heels of the first. I’m shaking and sobbing, tears streaming freely down my face now as I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of my release. Distantly, I feel Jace stiffen, and I know he’s close.
And I want him to finish in my mouth.
He knows, I think, what I want. What I need. The way I slip my tongue out to taste him. Jace’s cock pulses on my tongue, his hands locking my head in place, gentle but utterly in command.
“Oh, fuck, Parker,” he rasps, and the way he says my name is a full-body caress, soft and rough at once, all the years between us collapsing into now. “You gonna swallow for me, Princess? Gonna take it all?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, because he already knows, and with a strangled groan, he buries himself deep, spilling down my throat, hot and sharp and raw.
I choke on the first pulse, but then I breathe through my nose, let my muscles relax, and take every drop he gives me. The taste is all salt and need. I swallow greedily, and Jace shudders, hips flexing helplessly as he wrings himself dry.
Cal is close—I can feel the way his rhythm goes sharp, erratic, his muscles bunching as he loses control. “Gonna fill you up, angel,” he mutters, sweat beading on his brow.
I nod, mouth still full. I want everything they’ll give me. I want to be messy with them, ruined by them, unrecognizable to anyone but us.
Jace withdraws from between my lips, his hand soothing down my hair, sticky with my spit and him, and then his mouth is at my ear, low enough only I can hear: “You’re ours, Parker. All of you.”
He slides his hand down to my throat, right where my pulse thunders, and holds me there. Not tight. Not constraining. Just a reminder. Just a promise.
And I come apart.
