And that set the guys off like crazy, Vaxan and Zayn bellowing out into the room as I tormented their dicks and myself in the process, escalating things to the point of no return.
Vaxan did the same to Winter with his thick fingers, twisting, curling, stabbing, until Winter lurched and sprayed all over the couch.
Not once.
Not twice.
But three times. Back to back somehow. Over and over until he collapsed shuddering.
Wow.
Pleasure took me again, and I slammed my hands into the couch as I came again, Zayn following me.
Vaxan cursed, then pumped into my ass, filling me deep with his sticky warmth.
“Shit,” I choked, slumping against Zayn.
Vaxan stroked my back, then eased from my ass, and settled onto the couch beside a spent Winter, lifting him so he was half lying on his lap. I smiled to myself, and Zayn carefully lifted me off him, then cradled me against him. He threw his leg over Vaxan and Winter, clearly needing to be physically connected to each of us.
“Are you well?” Vaxan asked, brushing some strands of hair out of my face.
“Amazingly well,” I told him with an excited grin.
What we’d all done together… I couldn’t quite believe it, let alone actually wrap my head around it yet.
It was a whole other level.
Exhilarating.
And so fucking freeing.
I sank into them, smiling happily.
So happily.
17
~Winter~
That had really happened, then.
I was witnessing the proof of it before my eyes as I looked out to my right from my position on the far-left end of the bed at the three of them sleeping soundly.
Zayn had his arm slung over my abs, his face buried in my shoulder, while his other arm was underneath Evira’s head functioning as a pillow, with their legs entangled. There was also a cute little polar bear cub between them. Nuvri. Vaxan had found him buried underneath the covers as we’d all climbed in last night. Vax was on Evira’s right side with his hand on her stomach as she slept with my hoodie on.
None of them had left me—I meant, the bed.The bed.
I blinked out at them through my tranquil state.
They really hadn’t gone.
It was more than that. Much more.
When I’d been on the verge of making a break myself, they’d insisted I stay. They’d come tome,rallied around me with so much care and adoration.
They not only didn’t care about my feeding, they relished it in their own specific ways.
They didn’t seewhatI was, onlywhoI was.
