He groaned her name into her neck and followed. His weight pressed her into the cushions. His face pressed against her throat. Then he rolled, pulling her with him, settling her onto his chest.
Her cheek found his sternum. His heartbeat under her ear.
"You were incredible." His palm cupped the back of her, fingers threading through her sweaty hair.
Someone appeared with a warm cloth. Hands cleaned between her thighs while she stayed where she was, draped over him, breathing. Water pressed to her lips. She drank, tasting the faint mineral tang, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember how her body worked.
When she opened them, the room had shifted. Jax had settled into the armchair across from her, legs spread, completely focused on watching her, making no attempt to hide what he was doing with his hand.
"Comfortable?" she managed.
His smile was feral. "Very. This is the best part."
Caleb shifted beneath her, easing her upright before passing her to Killian. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her, the drag of his shirt against her nipples, friction sharp enough to keep her present.
Killian's mouth found hers, his hand cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head to the angle he wanted, and she tasted whiskey on his tongue. The kiss was possessive, nothing carefulabout it. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to hers, eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made everything else fade.
"Mine," he whispered, and his voice cracked on the word. “Please—I need to hear it.”
"Yours," April breathed, and in this moment she meant it completely.
He walked them somewhere. She felt the cool plaster of the wall against her back, shocking after all the body heat. His hands gripped under her thighs, lifting, spreading her wider as he positioned himself.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She was wet, so wet from everything before—but still felt the stretch as he slowly pushed inside, giving her time to adjust even though she could feel the tremor in his arms, the restraint it took.
"God," Killian groaned, bottoming out. His hips pressed flush against hers, heartbeat thundering where their bodies joined. "I've wanted this. Wanted you like this."
He started moving, each thrust catching the same internal ridge until her vision flickered. His rhythm built, careful control dissolving with each stroke. His fingers dug into her thighs hard enough to bruise, and she liked it—liked the proof she'd feel tomorrow that this happened.
Dante's hand appeared, finding her clit with devastating precision.
"That's it," Killian breathed against her mouth. "Come for me. Let me feel you—"
She came hard around him, pulling him deeper with it. The pulses didn’t stop immediately; they kept catching, small aftershocks that made him twitch inside her. He groaned and lost whatever rhythm he’d been holding, driving into her untilrelease tore through him and her name came out broken against her skin.
For a moment they stayed like that, her pinned between him and the wall, both breathing hard. Then Arthur's steady grip was there, easing her down, supporting her weight as Killian withdrew.
She was turned and positioned, strong hands guiding her to bend over the arm of the couch. The leather was cool against her overheated skin, smooth under her palms as she braced herself.
Dante's hand settled in her hair, a solid weight that steadied her. His other hand spread over the small of her back, pressing down gently until her spine arched, her ass lifting.
"Don't move," he said, his voice low and commanding. His hand stayed firm on her lower back, holding her exactly where he wanted her. "Stay like this."
April's instinct was to shift, to adjust, to help, but his grip kept her pinned in place. She had to take it. Let him do everything.
He entered her in one smooth thrust, the angle drove him deeper than Killian had been, hitting spots that made her gasp. She was swollen, oversensitive, and the stretch bordered on too much before easing into perfect fullness.
His grip tightened in her hair.
"Watch," he said, voice carrying to every corner of the room. "Pay attention."
"Yeah," she managed, her voice steadier than she expected. "Watch."
April felt the shift immediately, the weight of multiple gazes like physical touch on her skin. She took a breath, grounding herself in the feeling of being completely seen, and lifted her head to meet their eyes.
Arthur had gone completely still across the room, his hand frozen on his thigh, his expression intense in a way she'd neverseen. Jax's eyes tracked every movement. Caleb's lips were parted, his breathing visible.
