He came inside me.
I felt the pulse of it, hot and rhythmic, flooding me.
At the same second, Stephen twisted his fingers against my clit.
I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me, a white-hot blinding flash that merged with the sensation of Juno pulsing inside me and the weight of Mateo anchoring us all to the floor. I screamed, clawing at Juno’s sweat-slicked back. It was like all three men were wrecking me and saving me all at once.
We collapsed into a heap. Juno slumped forward onto my chest, dead weight. Mateo stayed locked inside him, breathing like a bellows, his forehead resting on Juno’s back. Stephen sat back on his heels, watching us with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
We lay there for a long time, the only sound the rain and the wet, ragged breathing of the pack.
Finally, Mateo pulled out. The sound was obscene.
Juno didn't move off me. He just turned his head, resting his cheek on my breast.
"Status?" Stephen asked quietly.
Juno let out a whimper. It was small, but it was sharp.
"Not enough," Juno whispered. "It's still climbing. The peak... I didn't hit the peak."
He lifted his head. His eyes were frantic again. The relief had been temporary. The burnt sugar scent was thickening, choking the air.
"I need to be used," Juno said. He looked at Stephen. "I need you to wreck me. Properly."
Stephen nodded. He understood.
"Mateo," Stephen said. "Help me position him."
Mateo grabbed Juno and lifted him. Juno whined at the separation from me, but Stephen was already moving.
"Rowan," Stephen said. "Sit up. Legs open."
I dragged myself up, leaning back on my hands. I spread my legs. I was sore, slick, and completely boneless, but I wasn't going to stop.
Stephen moved behind Juno. He grabbed Juno by the hips and positioned him on his knees, facing me.
"You want to be useful?" Stephen whispered in Juno’s ear. "You want to be a tool?"
"Yes," Juno hissed. "Use me."
Stephen entered Juno again. But this time, he didn't hold Juno’s hips. He grabbed Juno’s wrists and forced his hands forward.
"Touch her," Stephen ordered. "While I fuck you, you make her feel good. You are the interface."
Stephen began to thrust, snapping his hips with a violence that made Juno’s head snap back. He used Juno’s body like a battering ram, shoving him toward me with every stroke.
Juno groaned, his eyes rolling back, but he reached out. His hands found my breasts, squeezing, kneading. He leaned forward, his mouth finding mine.
Stephen fucked him into me.
Every time Stephen thrust, Juno kissed me harder. He bit my lip. He sucked my tongue. He was a conduit for Stephen’s aggression, translating it into sensation for me.
"Good toy," Stephen growled, slapping Juno’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Take it."
"Yes," Juno sobbed into my mouth. "Yes, Stephen."
