His growl is primal, a low rumble of satisfaction as his teeth sink into the curve of my throat. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but then his hips surge upward, filling me completely, and the sensation rips a cry from my lips.
Koen’s lips find mine, swallowing my cries as if to claim them for himself. His hand cradles my jaw, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine. Every inch of me feels consumed, wanted, and worshiped.
Nicholas’s lips trail fire along my collarbone before he takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks against the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it. It’s a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, shooting straight to my core and making me clamp down on Sylus, who grips my hips tighter, angling me just right as he pounds into me, his low growls and grunts fanning the flames in my belly.
“That’s it, Sparkle. Take it all. You’re fucking perfect for us.”
My head spins with sensation, my body tightening as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge. My fingers dig into Koen’s hair, tugging him closer as his mouth works its magic on mine.
Time blurs, the world narrowing to the pleasure coursing through me and the men surrounding me, their need mirroring my own. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Come for us, baby,” Sylus murmurs in my ear, his voice dripping with need.
And I do. With a cry that Koen swallows in a deep, consuming kiss, my body shatters. Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me breathless, boneless, and utterly spent as my hands clutch at Nicholas, my nails digging in as the intensity steals the strength from my limbs. The world tilts and narrows to this moment, to the hands and bodies grounding me, to the men who love me and have vowed to share their lives with me.
As I float back down from the high of my release, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, Sylus keeps moving inside me, his thrusts slow, each one dragging out every last pulse of pleasure. His cock stretches me perfectly, and despite the haze of my orgasm, I’m acutely aware of how full he makes me feel.
My head falls back against his shoulder as I moan. “You feel so good.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath hot against my neck as he kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Glad you think so, Sparkle. But don’t get too comfortable,” he teases, his tone wicked. “There are three other cocks that want to get inside you tonight.”
“Speaking of…” Ace’s hands are on me, pulling me from Sylus’s lap and into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my arms loop around his neck as he cradles me effortlessly. His lips find mine for a brief but searing kiss, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin.
Ace’s eyes hold mine as he carefully lays me on the bed. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath hitch when he leans over me, bracing himself on his arms. “You’re stunning like this,” hemurmurs, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. “Every time I see you, it gets harder to breathe.”
Nicholas shifts to lie beside me, his lips brushing a path along my shoulder as he whispers, “He’s right. You’re breathtaking.”
Koen’s fingers trail lightly down my arm. “You’ll never know how much you affect us, Little Thief.”
The weight of their words wraps around me, mingling with the heat and desire coursing through my veins. I feel cherished, adored, and wanted.
Ace’s lips trail down my neck, his hands exploring my body as if learning every curve, every reaction. The others are close, their touches blending seamlessly, creating a symphony of sensation that sets my nerves alight. It’s more than pleasure. It’s a connection.
With them, I’m whole.
With them, I’mhome.
“You ready for more, Trouble?” Ace asks as he leans back and reaches for the dresser next to the bed.
I lift my head to meet his gaze, biting my lip in anticipation as he grabs the lube we keep there. “Always.”
There’s a click, then a squeeze, before I feel the coolness of lube on his fingers as he circles my asshole. The sensation makes me shiver, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I push back against his touch. His other hand grips my hip firmly, holding me steady as he works, stretching me with slow, patient movements.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, a promise and a praise wrapped in one. “Relax for me, Trouble. Let me make you feel good.”
I shift slightly, my head turning to find Nicholas watching Ace, his cock hard, the faint flush of arousal painting his cheeks.
“Sweetheart,” I say softly, drawing his attention to me. “Sit on my face and fuck my mouth. I want to feel you.”
A muffled “Fuck,” comes from Sylus as Nicholas’s eyes widen, a flush creeping farther down his neck, but he doesn’t hesitate for long, moving to straddle my head with careful movements. When he looks down at me, I reach up to run my hand along his thigh, squeezing gently.
I moan when Ace pushes a second finger inside me. “Now…” I pant as Ace starts to fuck my ass with his fingers. “… show me how much you want it.”
Nicholas exhales as he positions himself, his cock brushing against my lips. I open wide, taking him in, the salty taste of him flooding my senses. My tongue swirls around his length, teasing him, and he groans, his hips moving in tentative, shallow thrusts.
“Just like that,” I murmur when he pulls back. Then, I reach up to pump him a few times, making him leak at the tip. “My messy boy. Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
I take him back between my lips, and his hips start to move more confidently as he begins to fuck my mouth. His moans grow louder, his hands finding their way to my hair, gently tangling as he lets himself go.
