His mouth is on the inside of my thigh, and he kisses his way higher. Slow and torturous and absolutely perfect. When his mouth finally reaches where I need him most, I gasp and my hips lift off the bed.
Cassian settles on one side of me, his hand finding my breast. His thumb circles my nipple while his mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin just below my bonding mark.
Jett is on my other side, his hand sliding into my hair as he kisses me deeply. His other hand roams across my stomach and ribs, touching everywhere he can reach.
Pine's tongue is doing incredible things between my legs. He's taking his time, building the pleasure slowly instead of rushing toward the finish. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and steady as he works.
The combination of all three of them touching me at once is overwhelming in the best possible way. Every nerve ending is firing. Every breath comes faster than the last. Every muscle tightens as the pressure builds.
"Pine," I gasp against Jett's mouth. "I'm close."
Pine doesn't change what he's doing. He maintains the same steady rhythm, the same pressure, the same perfect movement of his tongue until I'm crying out and coming apart under his mouth.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves. My back arches off the bed. My hands grip the sheets. Cassian and Jett hold me steady while Pine works me through it, not stopping until I'm pushing at his head because it's too much.
He pulls back with a satisfied expression, his mouth glistening. He moves up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
"My turn," Cassian says, and there's dark promise in his voice.
Pine moves aside and Cassian settles between my legs. He's broader than Pine, more muscular, and the sight of him positioned there makes my still-sensitive body clench with anticipation.
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the sensation. He's thick and fills me completely. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, his gray eyes locked on my face.
"Okay?" he asks.
"More than okay," I manage to say.
He starts to move. Slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he sets the rhythm.
Jett's mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Pine's hand slides into my hair, turning my face toward him so he can kiss me deeply.
Cassian's pace increases. Each thrust hits deeper. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with my gasps and their low groans. The pleasure builds again, faster this time because my body is already primed from the first orgasm.
"Touch yourself," Cassian commands, his voice rough. "I want to watch you come while I'm inside you."
My hand slides down between our bodies and finds where we're joined. My fingers circle the sensitive bundle of nerves and the pleasure spikes immediately.
"That's it," Cassian encourages. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
The combination of his thrusts and my fingers and Jett's mouth on my breast sends me over the edge again. I come hard, my inner muscles clenching around Cassian as the orgasm crashes through me.
Cassian groans and his thrusts become erratic. His knot starts to swell and within moments he's locked inside me, coming with a shudder and a low sound that's almost a growl.
We stay locked together while he empties himself inside me. His forehead rests against mine. His breath comes in harsh pants. His hands gentle on my hips, holding me close but no longer gripping hard enough to bruise.
When his knot finally deflates enough for him to pull out carefully, Jett is already moving into position.
"You okay for more?" he asks, his brown eyes searching my face.
"Always," I say, reaching for him.
He enters me more gently than Cassian did, mindful that I'm already well-used. But once he's fully seated inside me, his control seems to snap. His thrusts are harder, faster, more desperate than the others were.
Pine's hand finds my face, turning me toward him so he can kiss me while Jett takes what he needs. Cassian's hand strokes my hair, his gray eyes watching me with satisfaction and pride.
Jett's rhythm is almost punishing but in the best way. Each thrust drives me higher. Each movement reminds me that I'm theirs and they're mine and this is what pack feels like.
"Come for me," Jett demands against my neck. "One more time. Let me feel it."
