"She's soaked." His voice was thick. "Absolutely drenched."
"Please." The word tore out of me. "Please, I need—"
"We know what you need." Neal appeared at the foot of the bed, a glass of water in his hand. "But first, drink."
He lifted my head gently, pressing the glass to my lips. I drank greedily, not realizing how parched I was until the cool water slid down my throat. He let me finish the whole glass before setting it aside.
"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "We're going to take such good care of you."
Cal was there too—I felt him before I saw him. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing, and through the bond I felt his steadying presence. Calm. Grounding. Holding me together while the heat tried to shake me apart.
"We've got you," Cal said quietly. "All of us."
James's fingers slid inside me, and I cried out.
"That's it." He pumped slowly, curling to find the spot that made my vision blur. "Let us hear you."
Cole's mouth moved to my other breast. Neal's hands stroked down my thighs, spreading me wider, giving James better access. I was surrounded. Worshipped. Every inch of my skin being touched, kissed, claimed.
The first orgasm crashed through me like a wave.
I screamed. My body clenched around James's fingers, pulsing with a release so intense it stole my breath. They worked me through it—Cole sucking harder at my breast, James stroking that spot inside me, Neal's thumbs pressing circles into my inner thighs.
"Beautiful," Cole breathed against my skin. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
"More." The heat was already building again, the brief relief of orgasm evaporating like water on hot stone. "I need more."
"You'll have more." James withdrew his fingers and I whimpered at the loss. "You'll have everything."
He positioned himself between my thighs. I felt the thick head of him pressing against my entrance, and my hips lifted instinctively, trying to take him in.
"Easy." His hands gripped my hips, holding me still. "Let me take care of you."
He pushed inside.
Slow. Inch by inch. Stretching me, filling me, until he was buried to the hilt. I sobbed at the relief of it—finally, finally, something to ease the aching emptiness.
"So tight." James's voice was strained. "So perfect, Lumi. Made for us."
He started to move.
Long, deep strokes that hit something primal inside me. Cole's mouth found mine, swallowing my moans. Cal held my hand, steadying the bonds, keeping me anchored while pleasure threatened to sweep me away.
I came again. And again. Lost count.
But the heat kept building.
"More," I gasped when James finally stilled inside me, his own release pulsing warm and deep. "Please, I need more."
"I've got you." Neal took James's place, sliding inside me with a groan. "I've got you, Lumi."
He fucked me slow at first. Careful. Watching my face for signs of discomfort. But there was no discomfort—only need, endless and consuming.
"Harder," I begged. "Neal, please—"
He gave me harder.
His hips snapped against mine, driving deep, and I shattered around him. He worked me through the orgasm, never slowing, building me toward another peak before the first had fully faded.
