“What about—”
“They can watch. Or join. But I’m going first.”
He shoves his pants down and I catch a glimpse — thick and blunt and flushed angry red, radiating heat. He’s not the longest, but gods, thegirth. Every time feels like the first time with him.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Just pushes my thighs apart and buries himself inside me in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck—” The word tears out of me. The heat of him is unreal. Not just warm —hot. Like his fire lives in every part of him, including this. I feel him everywhere, stretching me open, burning in the best way.
“That’s it.” Torric pulls out. Slams back in. “Take it. Take all of it.”
His pace is punishing. No buildup. No teasing. Just raw, desperate need.
Behind us, I hear the others settling. The creak of the bed. The rustle of clothing being removed. Finn’s breathless laugh. Malrik’s low murmur.
“Torric.” Malrik’s voice cuts through. “Slow down. Let the others get situated.”
“Fuck that.”
“Torric.”
A growl. But Torric’s rhythm slows. Marginally. Enough that I can think again.
“Better.” Malrik appears in my field of vision. Naked now. Beautiful. “Kaia. Color?”
“Green.” I manage. “So green. Please don’t stop.”
“We’re not stopping.” He strokes my hair back from my face. “We’re just getting started.”
They arrange themselves around me like they’ve done it a hundred times.
Because they have.
Finn settles beside my head, fingers threading through my hair. Aspen takes position on my other side, cool hand stroking my arm. Malrik at the foot of the bed, watching everything with those sharp silver eyes. Kieran and Darian still pressed close together, still exploring this new thing between them.
Torric keeps fucking me. Slower now, but deep. So deep.
“Look at them,” Malrik instructs. “Kieran and Darian. Look at what you started.”
I turn my head.
They’re not kissing anymore. Darian is on his knees between Kieran’s thighs, and—
Oh.
Ohgods.
Darian has his mouth on Kieran’s cock.
Kieran’s head is thrown back, one hand fisted in Darian’s dark hair, and he’s making sounds I’ve never heard from him. Broken. Overwhelmed. Like a thousand years of control is crumbling under the wet heat of Darian’s mouth.
“He’s never—” I gasp as Torric hits something inside me that makes stars burst. “Has he ever—”
“Not with a man,” Malrik says. “Not in centuries. Darian’s the first one he’s let close enough.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I know.” Malrik’s hand wraps around his own cock. Strokes lazily. “Finn. Go help.”
