“I think you’ll enjoy what Alec has planned for you,” I murmured against her ear.
When she leaned back against my bare chest, I cupped her breasts and caught Alec’s crooked smile. My hands moved with intention—slow, possessive—until my fingers closed around her nipples. I squeezed just enough to draw a hiss from her lips before easing off again, reminding her I was there.
Alec stripped without urgency while Rowan stepped in front of her and claimed her mouth. The kiss was long, deep, messy with sound. Rowan always kissed like he meant to take something. We’d been winding her tighter since leaving Dominion, testing how far we could push before she broke. I’d nearly bent her over the bonnet—nearly lost my restraint entirely.
Rowan threaded his fingers through her hair and held her there as she shifted restlessly between us, caught and waiting. I gave her nipples one final, deliberate pinch, then stepped back, unfastening my jeans.
Rowan guided her to the bed. My attention drifted to the candle flames flickering behind the glass—steady, patient. The scent was faint, clean, almost deceptive. I wanted to see how she’d react when the heat finally touched her skin.
I left my boxers on, dragged the armchair into place, and lit a cigarette.
This part was mine.
Watching.
Seeing her fall apart for my brothers.
Rowan’s fingers curled around her throat as he moved behind her, firm and unyielding, while Alec straightened her legs with deliberate care. I took my time drawing in the acrid smoke, letting it burn my lungs before exhaling slowly toward the ceiling.
Alec reached for the purple candle. I would’ve chosen the red—but I said nothing. Watching was my role.
He held it high, studying her face as the first drops spilled free and landed on her chest. Ella flinched sharply—then sagged a fraction as the initial sting gave way to something else. Relief. Want. Rowan felt it too; his grip tightened, holding her exactly where she was.
More wax followed, dotting her breasts in pale violet splashes. Alec lowered the candle, tilting it carefully before pouring directly over one nipple.
My cock jumped beneath my boxers as she hissed, breath breaking into shallow pants. The wax hardened almost instantly, trapping the heat against her skin.
She rubbed her thighs together without thinking.
Alec clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Rowan reached down and spread her legs apart, wide, denying her the friction she sought.
Alec worked his way down her body, unhurried, and the way she writhed beneath him was hypnotic. She didn’t pull away from the pain. No—she lifted herself toward it. Offered more surface.
Her cry tore free the moment wax dripped along her inner thighs. Her legs jerked instinctively, but Rowan caught one, pinning it in place, forcing her to feel every drop.
Ash scattered onto the floor. I ignored it.
Alec tipped the candle back and forth, liquefying the wax again, then angled it decisively.
She groaned when it spilled between her legs.
Hot wax splattered over her cunt, dripping onto the sheets as her body arched helplessly beneath their hands.
We didn’t speak. Silence was enough. We were cataloguing the moment for ourselves, even as it was being recorded for later.
Rowan released her throat only long enough to clear the hardened wax from her breasts before locking his forearm back around her neck.
I smiled as Alec began the torment again, finally taking another slow draw of my cigarette. This time he slapped her pussy—sharp, deliberate—making her grab at Rowan’s arm. The reaction was immediate. She stilled with a soft whimper as Alec dragged his fingers back and forth, soothing the sting away.
Rowan was whispering something in her ear as the wax continued its path down her body, his grip unyielding, her leg still pinned open beneath his hold.
The female form was beautiful—but Ella like this was something else entirely. Sensational. She lay half-draped over Rowan, breasts lifted and proud, throat bared. Candlelight traced the curve of her hips, drew my gaze to the supple line of her thighs.
There she was—spread between my brothers.
Every inch of her belonged to us.
