“Come,” someone roared.
I tried to cry out, but Nick held my head tight against his pelvis.
Heat spilled down my throat as I came, pain radiating outward as I clamped down around them. The sensation swallowed everything—too much, too sharp, too intense to escape.
Wet.
Inside and out.
I forced myself to breathe through my nose even as my face was pressed against Nick.
A moment later, air returned.
“She squirted all over me,” Rowan groaned.“So fucking wet.”
They chuckled.
Nick lowered me onto Rowan’s chest, steadying me as the tremors faded.
And finally, I let myself slip into the welcoming dark.
Their voices continued.
I didn’t care.
I was as depraved as they were.
Chapter 48
Nick
We let her rest while we showered. Rowan already had fresh sheets ready, waiting to change the bed once she woke. It was too early for her to sleep properly.
The master bedroom in the villa wasn’t as good as our bedroom at home, but at least we’d had the bed customised. That mattered.
I rubbed the towel through my hair, watching Ella sleep. When I finished drying off, I slung the towel around my neck and stepped closer. Her tattoo was half-hidden by her hair, the curve of it disappearing beneath dark strands.
My dick twitched, uninvited, remembering the way she’d screamed around me. The way her throat had opened for me—how easily I’d driven myself deep down her neck.
Damn.
Best shag ever.
I wanted more.
Everything.
If Alec was right, she could already be pregnant—but that didn’t dull the hunger. I still wanted to stuff her cunt full of my come, to feel that connection again, raw and undeniable.
There was something about Ella that pushed me to the edge.
And the fact that I could see the same madness reflected in Rowan and Alec—mirrored, shared—somehow made it feel safer.
Like we were all standing on the same fault line.
I glanced at the clock.
Fuck it.
