I cry out, back arching, body already strung tight. Boone’s there in a flash, gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head, holding me down. He knows I might fly apart.
“Shit, Delaney,” he growls, hoarse and ragged. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
I fall apart, hips jerking, thighs shaking, a desperate moan ripping from my throat as pleasure crashes over me in a storm surge. Caleb doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He holds me through every wave, tongue relentless, fingers digging into my thighs.
He likes how hard he’s wrecking me.
I barely catch my breath before they’re moving again.
Boone strips. He’s done waiting. Shirt gone, jeans shoved low, cock hard and flushed, glistening at the tip. My mouth actually waters. The look he gives me is molten.
“You look like a fucking dream,” he mutters, wrapping a fist around himself. “And I’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.”
I turn, and Silas is already behind me, bare and solid, pressing kisses down my neck, writing a promise there.
Boone’s mouth crashes into mine, hot and claiming, his hands already at my wrists again, dragging them above my head.
“Stay there,” he commands. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
He pulls his belt from his jeans in one smooth motion. The sound makes me shiver. He wraps it tight around my wrists, binds me to the headboard.
Caleb watches from the edge of the bed, still shirtless, still wrecked from eating me. There’s a flush across his chest, his jaw tight with restraint.
“You love this,” he says, almost to himself. “All tied up for us. Dripping already.”
I whimper, arching my back, aching for contact. “Please…”
Silas leans over me, mouth grazing my ear. “Tell us what you want, Delaney. Use your words.”
“Touch me. Fuck me. I don’t care who goes first… just, please.”
Boone growls, positioning himself between my legs. “You will care. You’re going to take us all.”
His cock pushes inside slowly. The stretch makes my toes curl. I’m soaked, pulsing, still oversensitive from Caleb’s mouth, and the belt around my wrists only sharpens the ache.
“Oh, yes,” I gasp, hips straining against the bed.
Boone sets a brutal pace, fucking into me with hard, possessive strokes that make the headboard slam into the wall. He’s rougher now. Meaner. One hand closes around my throat, not choking, just holding, making everything brighter. Sharper.
Caleb cups my cheek, thumb brushing my lip. “Taste me.”
I turn and part my lips.
He slides into my mouth, thick and hot. “Fuck, Delaney.”
His hand tightens in my hair as I take him in, every inch, every pulse. Boone keeps fucking me deep as he makes space for Silas, who presses behind me, hands on my hips.
And then Silas slides inside me, slick and thick and devastating.
My scream is muffled around Caleb as Silas sinks in.
“Delaney, shit,” Silas growls. “You feel so good.”
Boone holds my thighs apart. Caleb fucks my mouth with careful control, eyes blazing. Silas drives into me from behind with deep, ruthless thrusts.
I’m nothing but sensation.
Every inch of me is owned. Filled. Held.
