That was all it took.
She detonated.
Her scream split the air, hanging there as we finally let go. Grunts, curses, broken sounds followed—hers swallowed by ours. Her rapid contractions dragged me under, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her.
It was hot.
Nasty.
And I couldn’t look away as she milked me dry, my gaze snagging on the red marks blooming beneath my fingers on her neck.
Her hair slipped forward, covering them—snapping me out of it.
I lifted my focus, widening it until all three of them were in my peripheral vision.
Rowan was staring at her with something close to admiration. Ella lay there panting softly, dazed, her body slack—but beneath it all was vulnerability.
Nick lingered to the side, close enough to want in, close enough to ache for it. His caution wasn’t directed at us—it was wrapped tightly around her. Protective in its own twisted way.
But it didn’t hide the war raging beneath his restraint.
This could become something special.
If Ella survived us.
If she was strong enough to become part of us.
And for that…
We would need to sully her soul a little.
“Pull out,” I drawled.“Let’s show Nick her dirty, come-filled holes.”
Rowan chuckled.
He was still chuckling when he pulled free, slapping Ella’s arse as she moaned. I lifted her off my dick as she hissed, steadying her before shifting her position—angling her just right so Nick could see everything.
He didn’t shy away.
He set his coffee down on the nightstand.
I barely restrained the urge to snap at him about not using a coaster.
Ella buried her face against my neck, the movement instinctive for her—but distracting for me.
Grounding even.
Nick stepped closer, holding up three fingers.
I smirked and tipped her chin up.
“Open up, sweetheart,” I murmured.“Have some breakfast.”
Nick pressed the mess he’d collected into her mouth.
“Suck it all up, whore,” he snapped.
I flicked a glance toward Rowan. He was lying on his side, watching us with quiet interest, completely at ease.
