RAINE
Ithrust once up into Kieren, and he snaps out of his trance. His hands are on my hips, and he takes over the pacing. Fast. Hard. Roark and Evander are close. Their fingers are in my hair.
“You’re doing so good, Raine,” Evander says. I tilt my neck and look up at him. In an instant, Roark’s kissing my exposed neck. I’m gasping, moaning, sounds I don’t recognize babbling from me. “Focus on Kieren, Raine. You don’t want our prince to get jealous.” Evander laughs, and Kieren’s pace speeds up.
I turn back to him, expecting a scowl. There’s none. His lips are parted and his blue eyes glow with need. Each thrust hits a spot that I didn’t think existed.
“I’m not going to last.” I’m breathless.
“Yes, you are.” Roark tilts my head to his. “It will be so much better if you do, Duchess. Let the pleasure ride.” And then he captures my lips.
I’m drowning in their scents, their touch. I can’t get enough. He’s telling me I need to last? When he has one hand on my breast and the other is inching down my belly to my clit? And I know what Roark can do to me with a single flick.
“Hang in there, Raine. We’ve got you,” Evander whispers into my ear.
Kieren’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives into me with renewed urgency. His eyes never leave mine, the intensity of his gaze sending shockwaves through my body. I’m burning up with every touch the three of them give me. I’m a wreck––goosebumps and sweat cover my whole body. I’m discovering nerve endings I never knew I had. Why is it that the way Evander is kissing the tender spot behind my ear, it’s like I can feel him inside me too?
Roark’s fingers find their target, and my body jolts as if electrified. I tear my mouth away from his, a gasp ripping through me as I arch back, pressing against Evander’s solid chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me down, letting Kieren ride me harder yet. I’m straining against his grasp, and it only feeds the fire in my chest.
“That’s it, Raine,” Kieren growls, his voice low and feral. “Take what you need.”
I grind up against him. I’m past the point of no return, my body climbing higher and higher. Roark’s fingers work their magic. Evander’s mouth is on my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin, and shivers shoot down my spine. I’m floating on the edge of pleasure. I’m so close, and staying in the moment makes me want it even more.
Kieren leans over me, his abs rubbing against my belly, capturing Roark’s hand between our hips.
“Move,” Kieren growls. It takes me a second to realize he’s talking to Roark, not me.
Roark laughs before his lips hit my neck.
The sinew on Kieren’s arms bulges as he holds my hips. His fingers push into my sides, holding me in place. His pace quickens, and I can’t hold Kieren’s stare anymore. It’s like he’s looking into my soul. I tilt my neck to Evander.
“Your eyes are so blue. Such depth. I’m outnumbered by Crest Wings.” Evander chuckles.
And Kieren snaps. His pace is relentless. I can’t hold on anymore.
“That’s it, Duchess. Let go,” Roark coaches me.
And I do. I’m gone. My vision blurs, and every touch sends jolts of electricity through me until I’m crashing and bouncing. Shouts of nonsensical words shoot from my throat.
Kieren’s roar joins my cries, his body tensing as he finds his release. His grip on my hips loosens, and he falls forward, his forehead resting on mine. Our breaths mingle, ragged and spent. Beside me, Evander’s hold softens, his lips pressing gently against my shoulder. Roark lifts his head from my neck, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.
We stay like that, a tangle of limbs and heaving chests, our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing returns to normal. Kieren is the first to move. Pulling back, he cocks his head, his eyes glued to mine. His gaze is softer now, the intense need replaced with a warmth that makes my heart flutter.
“You are incredible,” he murmurs, brushing a damp strand of hair away from my face. “I had no doubt before, but I have even less now.”
“Indeed.” Roark wiggles his eyebrows at me. “You are a brave one, aren’t you, Duchess?”
“Me, brave?” I’ve never thought of myself as brave before. “Why?”
“Taking on the lot of us. But you have it in you. You’ll do well. I know.” Roark gets off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
“That’s because she’s smarter than the two of you,” Kieren says, as he slides off the bottom of the bed.
“And you.” Evander kisses my cheek and rolls off the side.
“I don’t know about that,” I say, pulling the sheet up to my neck. I’m cold with the three of them gone. Guess they’re not snugglers. But in the next breath, Roark returns with a washcloth. Kieren has a large glass of water.
And Evander has a hairbrush. “Turn,” he says. His nimble fingers smooth down my hair before he brushes it.
