Finn perks up. “Help how?”
“However you want. Surprise me.”
This isn’t new either — the four of them circling each other. Malrik and Finn are solid, unshakeable, but they’ve both had their eyes on Kieran and Darian for a while now. We’ve talked about it late at night, tangled up in each other, whispering fantasies. What it might look like. Who would break first.
Turns out it’s all of them. At once.
Finn grins. Presses a kiss to my forehead. “Be right back, Trouble.”
He crawls across the bed toward Kieran and Darian. Settles behind Kieran. Starts kissing his neck, his shoulders, his jaw. Kieran shudders.
“Finn—”
“Shh.” Finn’s voice is warm. Gentle. “Just let us take care of you.”
Darian does something with his tongue. Kieran’s hips jerk up. Finn holds him down, laughing softly.
“There you go,” Finn murmurs. “There’s our ancient dragon. All undone for us.”
I watch them. Three men tangled together. Finn’s mouth on Kieran’s skin. Darian’s mouth on Kieran’s cock. Kieran falling apart between them.
Torric’s thrusts get harder. “Eyes on me, sunshine.”
I look at him. Golden eyes blazing. Jaw tight with restraint.
“Better.” His hand cracks against my thigh. I yelp. “You’re mine right now. Understand?”
“Yes—”
“Good girl.” He pulls out completely. Flips me onto my stomach. Yanks my hips up. Drives back in.
I scream.
“That’s it.” His hand tangles in my hair. Pulls my head back. “That’s my good girl. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes—”
“Then do it.” His other hand snakes around, finds my clit, presses hard. “Come on my cock. Now.”
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, and Torric follows a second later with a roar, flooding me with heat. His hips stutter, grinding deep, wringing out every last pulse.
I’m still shaking when he pulls out. Still trying to remember how to breathe.
Before I can recover, Aspen is there. Rolling me onto my back. Sliding inside with that cool, controlled precision that makes my oversensitive body jolt.
“Shh.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone. “Let me bring you back down.”
His pace is the opposite of Torric’s. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke hitting exactly where I need it.
Somewhere to my left, I hear Kieran finally break. A ragged sound torn from deep in his chest as he comes down Darian’s throat. Finn is still there, still holding him, murmuring praise.
“Good,” Finn whispers. “So good, Kieran. You’re so fucking hot when you let go.”
Malrik appears above me. Strokes my face while Aspen fucks me slow.
“Having fun, Nightshade?”
“Understatement,” I manage.
