I’m wrecked.
I’m worshipped.
And when I come again, I swear I black out.
The orgasm hits as a tidal wave. I shake, sobbing around Caleb as my body clenches hard around Silas, around everything.
Boone’s hand grips my thigh. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of us.”
He pulls out with a groan, fisting himself over my belly. I barely register the heat of it before Silas growls and slams in one last time, spilling deep with a hoarse curse.
Caleb’s the last. Hips jerking, fingers tight in my hair as he comes in my mouth, gasping my name.
When it’s over, I collapse into the sheets, wrists still bound, lips swollen, body shaking and spent.
They take care of me after.
Boone unties my wrists and kisses each one. Silas wipes me clean with warm water, murmuring praise. Caleb gathers me into his arms and lets me curl against his chest, hand stroking my back until my breathing slows.
I lie there in the center of them, raw, flushed, marked, and absolutely, completely claimed.
And for once, there’s no ache in my chest.
No doubt clawing at my ribs.
Only this deep, aching certainty that I am exactly where I belong.
I just hope that’s a feeling that stays with me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Silas
I wakeup tangled in warmth.
Not just sheets. Not just bodies.
Presence.
Sunlight is filtering through the thin curtains, pale gold and lazy, dust motes drifting idly. The fire’s long dead, the cabin cool in that early morning way that usually sends people scrambling for blankets.
No one scrambles.
Boone’s on his back beside me, one arm flung over his eyes. Caleb’s half propped against the headboard, already awake, staring out the window, taking inventory of the forest. And Delaney is between us, hair loose, face soft with sleep.
She didn’t pull away in the night.
That’s the first thing I register.
Didn’t gather her clothes and retreat to the other room. Didn’t put space between herself and any of us.
She stayed.
My chest tightens with hope.
I lie still, afraid that if I move too fast, I’ll spook the moment. Boone shifts beside me, muttering something under his breathabout coffee. Caleb glances over, catches my eye, and gives me the barest nod.
Delaney stirs then, lashes fluttering as she wakes. For a heartbeat, she just lies there, orienting herself. Then her eyes open fully.
