His hands speared deep in my hair, and his body was curved toward me until I could feel every inch. Especially his hard cock. It pulsed against my belly.
Desire crashed into me. It always did when I was with them. I tugged at his low-hanging sweats and shoved them down to grab hold of his length. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His taste spread on my tongue, mingling with the salty popcorn, driving me crazier with need. My teeth grazed his shaft, and he grunted, cock twitching and releasing more need on my tongue. I moaned, and the sound that came from Kyan’s mouth made slick leak from me. I shoved my hand between my legs, pushing on my clit, which caused a violent orgasm. The pressure made my channel throb against something, elevating and relieving the pleasure.
He pulled his cock back with a harsh jerk and another strangled grunt.
He was on top of me, lying me out on the rug, nestling his hips between my legs.
“Suck on me later, baby,” his whisky-tinged breath kissed my nose. “I need to be so deep inside you right now.”
His back arched, and he entered me with a hard thrust, causing my already sensitive flesh to grip him hard. I cried out, the pleasure sharp and intense.
“Kyan,” I moaned.
He growled into my ear, the hungry sound wrenching another orgasm from my channel. My Alpha was driving me wild. I couldn’t believe this was mine. Thattheywere mine.
He thrust up, his pelvis rubbing against my sex until I felt glued to his every inch. I ground up on him, rocking my hips back and forth as my channel clamped down on him. His knot throbbed, and I pulled away from his lips to gasp. My head rolled to the side, and Kyan kept thrusting, his nose grazing the side of my ear.
They hadn’t stopped arguing. I couldn’t turn away from the irritation furrowing their brows.
“You like watching them,” he murmured against my ear. A shiver crested my spine. His low, husky voice turned me on so damn much it was criminal. Waves of slick dripped out of my channel.
The disagreement trailed off.
“Are they fucking?” Elias roared.
Sinclair laughed, the booming sound spreading a smile on my lips. I arched my hips and sank my fingers into Kyan’s shoulders, reveling in his thickness.
Loud steps approached. Kyan slammed inside me and pushed up so he hovered.
“Tell them what you told me.”
I could hardly think! Elias and Sinclair watched, their eyebrows hiked in a similar state of amusement. Kyan pulled his hips back, dragging his knot out.
“You guys drive me crazy,” I blurted, digging my nails into Kyan’s ribs.
Kyan gripped my jaw and squeezed until my lips were pursed. “You know what I’m talking about.” He rammed into me, stealing my breath.
My toes curled from the force of his thrust.
“Briar,” Kyan warned, stilling.
“I love you,” I gasped. I pinned Elias with a weak glare, then Sinclair. “I love you.”
The smile that bloomed on their mouths catapulted me into a wracking orgasm. I cried out, my pussy clamping down on Kyan’s cock.
Hands were suddenly all over me. Sinclair squeezed my face and pressed kisses to my nose, and he lifted my limp, weak hand to kiss my palm, over the raised scar left behind of my time in prison.
Elias pulled my face the opposite direction, toward him, and kissed my mouth. “You’re ours, Briar. Only ours,” he murmured gruffly.
I smiled against his lips swaying down from the high of my release. Kyan pulled out and warm seed spread across my belly.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I couldn’t hold it.” He sounded so disappointed.
I choked down my laugh, overwhelmed by the flood of their love echoing through our completed bonds.
This was home.
Iwas home.
