He does, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep and exactly what I need. Cassian's kissing me now, his hands everywhere, touching and claiming. Jett's mouth is on my neck, his hand on my breast, and the combination of all three of them touching me is overwhelming in the best way.
"You feel so good," Pine groans, his control starting to slip. "So perfect."
"More," I gasp. "I need more."
Jett's hand slides down to where Pine's moving inside me, his fingers finding my clit with perfect precision. The added sensation makes me cry out, pleasure building fast and sharp.
"That's it," Cassian murmurs in my ear. "Let go. We've got you."
Pine's rhythm increases, his hips snapping against mine, and between his thrusts and Jett's fingers, I'm spiraling toward the edge fast. Too fast.
"Come for us," Pine demands, his voice rough. "Want to feel you."
And I do, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I forget how to breathe. I'm vaguely aware of crying out, of my body clenching around Pine, of him groaning my name as he follows me over.
When I can think again, I'm boneless and satisfied, sprawled across the bed with three very pleased-looking alphas surrounding me.
"Happy birthday," Jett says, grinning.
"Best birthday ever," I agree breathlessly.
Pine pulls out gently, and immediately Jett's there, positioning himself. "My turn?"
"Greedy," I say, but I'm smiling.
"For you? Always."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and the sensation makes me gasp. He's different from Pine, more intense, more desperate. His rhythm is faster, harder, exactly what I need all over again.
Cassian's kissing my neck, his hand on my stomach, protective and possessive. Pine's recovered enough to join in, his mouth on my breast, and I'm drowning in sensation all over again.
"You're ours," Jett says between thrusts. "All ours."
"Yes," I gasp. "Yours."
"Say it again."
"Yours. All yours." And I mean it, every word. I belong to them as much as they belong to me, this crazy impossible pack we've built together.
Jett's close, I can tell by the way his rhythm falters, by the tension in his shoulders. "Come with me," he demands. "One more time."
"I can't..." But even as I say it, I feel the pressure building again. How is that even possible?
"You can," Cassian says in my ear, his hand sliding down to help. "One more, sweetheart. For us."
Between Cassian's hand and Jett inside me, I tumble over the edge again, and this time Jett follows immediately, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied smiles. I'm exhausted in the best way, completely wrung out and utterly content.
"Cassian," I say, reaching for him. "Your turn."
"You sure? You look tired."
"Never too tired for you." And I mean it. I need all three of them, need to feel complete.
He kisses me slowly, thoroughly, before positioning himself. His entry is gentle, almost reverent, and I sigh at the feeling of fullness.
"I love you," he says, starting to move. "So fucking much."
