Didn’t soften.
Didn’t second-guess herself.
Pregnancy hadn’t dulled her instincts. If anything, it had sharpened them. She knew when to press, when to wait, and when to make a point without saying a word.
I exhaled slowly, a quiet acknowledgment of defeat—or indulgence. Hard to tell which anymore.
Everything had changed. The future had weight now. Consequences stretched further than they used to.
But this?
This was her choosing.
That made all the difference to me.
A slow smile tugged at my mouth as I wondered how long it would take the others to get home.
Chapter 59
Rowan
I cursed when I saw Nick’s bike parked outside.
I cursed again when I noticed his helmet tossed carelessly onto the gravel like he’d forgotten the concept of restraint.
They were in there with Ella.
I already knew which one of them had started it.
By the time I reached the bedroom door, my tie and jacket had been abandoned somewhere between the foyer and the stairs. I pushed the door open just as Ella moaned—low, unguarded, carrying down the hallway like an instinctive call.
The call of our siren.
There she was, exactly where I knew she would be, sandwiched between them. Alec lay beneath her, hungrily sucking on her breasts as they both moved together, his mouth working her with open intent. Nick held her upright for him, his grip firm as he plunged into her arse, setting a rhythm she met without hesitation.
Ten long days.
That was all it had taken for restraint to curdle into something sharp and aching.
My eyes never left them as my fingers went to the buttons of my shirt, working them open one by one. My cock strained painfully against my trousers, heavy and insistent, and in that moment I understood exactly why Nick enjoyed watching us with Ella. The way her back arched into them. The way she pushed herself down onto their cocks, unashamed, greedy, taking everything they gave her.
It was obvious how much she had missed this.
Us.
My shirt hit the floor, forgotten. The fastening on my trousers came next, but instead of stepping forward, instead of joining them immediately, I dragged the armchair across the floor into a better position. I wanted the view unobstructed. I wanted her to know she was being watched.
Ella’s eyes found me as I sat down.
Her gaze dropped instantly to my cock, her pupils blown wide, feverish—not from illness, but from want. From need. From being exactly where she belonged.
“Our dirty girl,” I murmured, my voice calm, deliberate.“Take them like a good whore.”
I stroked myself slowly as she clenched around Alec and gripped the covers beneath her, my words settling into her like a command. She responded immediately, moving faster, harder, the change drawing rough groans from both Nick and Alec.
Her movements sent her breasts swaying, heavy and flushed, and Alec’s hand came up to her throat. His fingers stayed loose—no pressure, no control taken—but the touch alone was enough. Enough to ground her. Enough to remind her who she was between.
She peaked with a cry that tore out of her, raw and unfiltered.
