I shatter again, clenching around him, and he curses beautifully as he spills inside me.
He holds me through the aftershocks before pulling out. Jasper moves immediately, strong hands guiding me onto my hands and knees—one palm between my shoulder blades, pressing me down into an arch, the other gripping my hip.
He pauses, signing with one hand,“Okay?”
“Yes. Please, Jasper. Need you.”
He enters slowly, despite my begging, letting me feel every thick inch as he bottoms out. This angle is devastating, hittingspots that make me shake, and when he’s fully seated, he leans over me, chest to my back, kissing my shoulder.
Then he moves. Controlled at first, but quickly building to desperate snaps of his hips, chasing something primal. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he takes what he needs.
“Look at you,” Dredyn murmurs, sliding underneath so he can see my face. “Drunk on cock. Fucked stupid. So beautiful like this.”
Talon’s fingers thread through my hair, tugging my head up.
“One more,” Dredyn commands. “Give us one more, and then we’ll let you rest. Come on our cocks like a good girl.”
“I can’t—too much?—”
Talon’s grip tightens in my hair. “Yes, you can. You’ll come because we told you to. Because you’re ours and you do what we say. Now, come.”
The third orgasm hits like a freight train—harder than the others—ripping a scream from my throat as I convulse around Jasper. He follows immediately, burying himself deep with a silent shudder, fingers bruising my hips as he fills me with one final pulse.
We collapse in a boneless heap.
“That was ...” I start, voice absolutely wrecked.
“Perfect.Youwere perfect,” Talon finishes, nuzzling my hair.
Jasper squeezes my hand twice and traces “forever” on my palm.
“I love you,” I whisper. “All of you. So much.”
“We know, Hellcat.” Dredyn pulls me against his chest, the others curling in close. “We’ve always known.”
Eventually, reality intrudes.
Talon’s phone buzzes with a text from CJ
One hour to party start. Everyone in position?
“Shit,” Talon mutters, reaching for his clothes. “It’s six.”
We move into action—showering quickly, dressing, doing final checks. The intimacy is gone, replaced by grim determination.
By six fifteen, we’re back downstairs. My go bag is packed and waiting by the door. The party supplies are set up. Early arrivals are already showing up, drawn by the promise of free alcohol and a legendary OCK rager.
“You should go,” Dredyn says, handing me the keys to the car CJ arranged. “Get to the rally point. Stay on the radio. If you hear anything that sounds wrong?—”
“I’ll be ready,” I promise.
I force myself to walk out the door and down the steps to the car parked on the street. I throw my go bag in the passenger seat, start the engine, and pull away from OCK house.
In the rearview mirror, I can see them standing on the porch—three men who own my heart, about to risk everything for freedom.
I drive to the rally point—a parking lot two miles from campus, hidden behind an abandoned warehouse. The carCJ prepared is already there, along with two others. Escape vehicles, fully fueled, with keys hidden in the wheel wells.
And leaning against one of them, arms crossed, is Rook.
