Malrik’s rhythm stutters. Just for a second.
Most people wouldn’t notice. But I’ve been fucking this man for three years. I know every tell. Every micro-expression. And that tiny stutter? That’s Malrik caught off guard. Malrik wanting something he didn’t expect me to offer.
“You want that?” His voice is rougher than before.
“I want to watch him take you apart.” I roll my hips. Clench around him. “The way you take me apart.”
His eyes flash. Something hungry and raw breaking through that perfect control.
“Please,” I add. Just to watch him crack further.
He lifts me off him. I whimper at the loss.
“Finn.” Malrik’s voice carries across the bed, steady despite everything I just saw in his eyes. “Come here.”
Finn disentangles himself from Kieran and Darian. Crosses to us. His cock is hard, leaking, desperate for attention.
“What do you need?” he asks.
“Kaia wants to watch.” Malrik pulls Finn down beside me on the bed. “So we’re going to give her a show.”
Watching Malrik fuck Finn is one of my favorite things in any world.
The way Finn goes boneless under him. The way Malrik controls every movement, every sound. The way they fit together like they were made for each other.
Finn is on his back, legs wrapped around Malrik’s waist, whimpering with every thrust.
“More—Mal, please—”
“Patience.” But Malrik gives him more anyway. Harder. Faster. “Kaia’s watching.”
Finn turns his head. Meets my eyes. Grins even as he falls apart.
“Enjoying yourself, Trouble?”
“You have no idea.”
Darian crawls up beside me. His cock brushes my thigh.
“Mind if I…?”
“God, yes. Please.”
He pushes inside me while I watch Finn and Malrik. The dual sensation — Darian filling me, Finn being filled — makes my head spin.
“Look at them,” Darian murmurs in my ear. “Look how pretty Finn is when he begs.”
“He’s beautiful.”
“So are you.” He thrusts deep. “Watching them while I fuck you. Can you feel it? Through the bond?”
I can. Finn’s pleasure bleeding into mine. Malrik’s sharp satisfaction. Darian’s confident hunger. The whole network of us, tangled together physically and emotionally.
“I’m close,” Finn gasps. “Mal, I’m gonna—”
“Wait for Kaia.” Malrik’s voice is strained. Even he has limits. “She comes first.”
Darian’s hand finds my clit. “You heard him. Come for us, little shadow.”
