I leaned forward and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, ignoring the other candles.
This was Alec’s show.
“Do you need more, Ella?” Alec asked, nodding to Rowan.
Rowan tightened his grip on her thigh and hauled her on top of him. Her arse settled on his pelvis as he reached down to guide the head of his cock toward her opening.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, reaching up blindly, touching Rowan’s face.
He held her hips and pulled her down while thrusting up into her. At the same time, Alec tipped more hot wax onto her nipple. This time, Ella didn’t groan—Rowan did.
“Goddamn. Do it again,” he moaned.
Alec switched to her other breast, but my eyes were glued to her cock-stuffed pussy.
Alec leaned over and handed me the candle before lifting Ella’s legs into the air. She kept them there as he shifted closer.
“Now for the stretch,” he grinned.
Zero lube.
It wasn’t required.
Rowan held still and waited as Alec eased in beside him.
Ella’s eyes fluttered, but when she raised a hand, Alec caught it mid-air.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her knuckles.
It was messy.
Beautiful.
And ours.
Chapter 44
Ella
Alec shuffled around Rowan as he moved closer, placing my hand against his abdomen. His eyes creased at the corners when he smiled—soft, almost fond—but then his hand came up to my throat. The grip was feather-light, barely there, yet my body clenched around them instinctively. There was something in the way they held me—close, possessive—while still keeping me on edge, forever a breath away from gasping.
I lost my train of thought when Rowan began to slide me up and down his body again, only this time there were two of them.
“Ella,” Rowan groaned beneath me.“Fuck.”
Alec’s fingers tightened, squeezing my throat just enough that my hand curled into a fist against his chest. I felt suspended between them as Alec began to move faster, thrusting harder, until the stretch turned into a burn—heat and pain colliding inside me.
Pain that gave me relief from my past.
From my present.
“She’s close,” Nick murmured, reminding me he was still there—sitting beside the bed, watching us.
“Yeah, she’s gonna come on our cocks,” Alec panted.
Rowan’s fingers dug into my waist and hips as he thrust upward.
The tension peaked—then pleasure detonated through me. The pressure around my throat loosened, and I dragged in air desperately, greedily, like it might disappear again.
