“Good.” His hand slides into my hair. Grips. Pulls my head back, exposing my throat. “Because we’re nowhere near done.”
His mouth finds my neck. Teeth scraping. Biting down on that spot that makes me clench.
The contrast is devastating. Aspen cool and controlled inside me, hitting that perfect angle with every measured stroke. Malrik hot and aggressive above me, marking my throat like he’s claiming territory.
“You feel that?” Malrik murmurs against my skin. “How slow he’s going? How precise?”
“Yes—”
“He’s going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. And I’m going to watch.”
Aspen’s thumb finds my clit. Circles. Slow. Patient.
“Look at me,” Aspen says. Quiet command. “I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
I look. Ice-blue eyes. Steady. Certain.
Malrik bites down on my shoulder.
Aspen’s thumb presses harder.
I shatter.
Not just a peak — a full-body collapse. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, my back arching off the bed, Aspen’s name and Malrik’s name tangled together on my lips. I’m shaking, clenching around Aspen, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Aspen follows me over with a soft groan. His composure finally cracking. The sound he makes is quiet, controlled — and somehow the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Malrik gives me exactly thirty seconds to recover.
Then he’s flat on his back, pulling me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he says. Not a request.
I sink down onto him and we both groan. He’s long and perfect and hits everything, and from this angle I control the pace. Control the depth. Control him.
His hands grip my hips, but he lets me set the rhythm.
“There you go,” he breathes. “Take what you need.”
I ride him slow at first. Savoring. His cock is obscene — pretty in a way that shouldn’t be legal. Long and veined and perfectly angled, like it was designed specifically to ruin me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Full of Torric. Full of Aspen. And now full of me.”
“Yes—”
“You love this. All of us. Taking turns.”
“I love it—”
“Tell me what else you love.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Tell me what you want.”
From up here, I can see everything. Kieran and Darian tangled together across the bed. Finn watching us with dark eyes, stroking himself slowly. Torric and Aspen recovering, but their gazes fixed on where Malrik and I are joined.
I have all the power right now. On top of him. Surrounded by them.
So I use it.
“I want to watch Finn with you.”
