"Deep breaths, baby," he hums. "This is the hard part."
Atticus's hand curls around my upper thigh as he pushes into the space between mine and Seven's legs at the edge of the table.
"Keep still for a sec, E."
"Look at me, Angel," Elijah whispers, and when I open my eyes, his steady warm brown gaze holds mine. "I've got you."
I nod and after only a moment, my breathing syncs with his, steady and even. When he notices, he smiles, and then both of us falter when the press of Atticus joins the press of Elijah and Seven between my legs.
His tip fights to enter below Elijah, and the stretch is enough to make me wince and squeeze my eyes shut as fire races through my core.
"She's too tight," Atticus grits out through his teeth.
"Ro, do you want him to stop?"
"No," I gasp. "No, don't stop."
At my insistence, Atticus tries again, and his hand on my thigh tightens as he strains for entry, and I feel every tiny stretch as he finds the gap and sinks in by an inch.
The added pressure has me seeing stars.
Has Elijah dropping his forehead to mine with a broken sound of pleasure stuttering from his lips.
"Oh, fuck," Seven hisses beneath me, hands moving down my sides to hold on to the handles of my hips, steadying me as Atticus manages to push deeper. So deep it's harder to breathe, and it hurts so,sogood.
Seven's hands guide my hips once Atticus is in, rocking me against them, movingme,making me fuck myself on their cocks with every flex of his arms.
It's enough to get Atticus the rest of the way in, and I scream when he hits a spot inside of me that makes my nerve endings spark.
"There it is," Seven says, breathless now as he works to keep me moving between them. "Scream for us, Ro."
He moves me faster, fucking me against them harder until I do exactly as he asked. Until I scream and splutter and moan, coming apart from the pressure, the pain, the fuckingperfectionof giving myself to all of them at once.
Six hands map every inch of my body with broad strokes and firm grips, like they’re trying to memorize me by touch alone.
“Too m-much?” Elijah stammers, his breath fanning over my cheek.
“Not enough,” I gasp. “Never enough.”
Seven laughs darkly and I feel it rumble against my back. “My greedy fucking girl.”
And then Atticus grunts and I feel his grip on my thigh tighten.
“You have no idea what you do to us, Trouble,” he grits out, his voice like gravel and smoke.
If I thought having Seven and Elijah was magic, this is fuckingatomic.
Seven shudders and hisses beneath me, and I'm reminded that he's been fucking me far longer than the others when he whispers my name against my cheek like a prayer, like he can't hold on for even another second.
"Ro…fuck…I'm so close…"
"Seven!"
"I'm going to…ugh…fuck!"
I come hard when Seven's movements become erratic, when he stiffens beneath me and cries out my name.
"Holy shit, Angel. I can feel you milking our cocks."
