I nod eagerly around him, wanting to give him this, wanting to take everything he has to offer.
He comes with a low groan, and I do exactly what he asked. Swallow everything. Take all of him.
"Perfect," he breathes, his hand gentle in my hair. "So perfect for us."
Luan lies back on the bed, his body still taut with unreleased tension. Pulls me on top of him with strong hands. "Ride me,dashuri."
I do, straddling his hips, taking him inside with a sigh of satisfaction. Find the rhythm that works for both of us, rolling my hips, taking him deep.
Artan moves behind me again, his presence a comforting weight. Kisses down my spine, each press of lips making me shiver. His hands caress lower, tracing the curve of my lower back, my ass, then lower still. His tongue follows where his fingers led, rimming me with gentle pressure that makes me gasp.
"One day," he says against my skin, his voice rough with promise, "you're going to take all of us at the same time. We'll fill every part of you. Make you ours completely."
The thought alone, the vivid image his words paint, the promise of even more intimacy than this. It pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, clenching around Luan, my body going rigid then dissolving into tremors.
Luan follows immediately, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he finds his own release, his head thrown back, tendons standing out in his neck.
Afterward, there's a moment of stillness. Of heavy breathing and racing hearts slowly returning to normal.
Then Erion brings a warm towel from the bathroom. Cleans me carefully, thoroughly, taking care of me with the same attention he gave to undoing me. The warmth of the cloth is soothing against sensitive skin.
"Good?" he asks quietly, his pale blue eyes searching mine.
"So good," I manage to say, my voice hoarse.
We all collapse onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs and satisfied exhaustion. They arrange themselves around me, touching me with lazy affection. Slow caresses that aren't building toward anything, just maintaining contact. Artan's fingers tracing patterns on my arm. Luan's hand resting on my hip. Erion's leg thrown over mine.
Grounding. Soothing. Safe.
Eventually we all drift into sleep, emotionally and physically spent from the day's revelations and this culmination of everything we've been building toward.
I don't know how much time passes.
Then I hear it. My phone. The distinctive chime of a text message cutting through the quiet from somewhere in the apartment.
I carefully extract myself from the pile of warm bodies, trying not to wake anyone. Slide out of bed. Walk naked through Luan's apartment, my legs slightly unsteady.
Find my phone on the coffee table in the living room where I left it hours ago.
A message from Sarah lights up the screen.
Lily, I need your help. Something feels wrong with the baby. I've been having pains. I can't reach Henry. Can you come meet me? Please? I'm scared.
My stomach drops. Fear for Sarah. Worry about the baby. Frustration with Henry for being unreachable when his pregnant girlfriend needs him.
I'm reading the message again, trying to decide what to do, when arms wrap around me from behind. Warm. Familiar. Safe.
Artan. He kisses my neck, his lips soft against my skin. His voice is still husky with sleep. "What are you doing out of bed,zemra?"
I think about what he just learned hours ago. About Mira and the baby that was stolen from him before he even knew it existed. About the grief still so fresh and raw.
Better not to mention babies right now. Better to keep that pain from touching this moment.
"Something's come up," I say carefully, keeping my voice neutral. "I need to go help a friend. It's urgent."
I feel his body tense behind me slightly. Then relax with visible effort.
