Lucian set the pace. Brutal, commanding, one hand still fisted in my hair, pulling my head back while the other gripped my hip. Each thrust drove me forward onto Percy and Solomon, taking them deeper into my mouth, then yanked me back onto his cock.
“You’ve taken two of them already,” Lucian growled against my spine. “Doing so well, you must take me next.”
I hollowed my cheeks around both cocks, my tongue working the underside of whoever I could reach, saliva dripping down my chin onto the sheets. Percy’s hand found my cheek, stroking it while Solomon’s fingers threaded through my hair alongside Lucian’s, both of them rocking into my mouth with shallow thrusts that I met eagerly.
“She’s drooling all over us,” Percy groaned. “Love, you’re incredible. Taking all three of us at once.”
Lucian’s pace was punishing. His cock drove into me without wasting a single second. His hand released my hair and slid beneath me, finding my clit, rubbing in firm circles that sent shockwaves through my oversensitized body.
“I can’t,” I gasped around them, pulling back just enough to breathe. “I’ve already come twice, I can’t again...”
“You can.” Lucian’s command left no room for argument. “And you will.”
Percy and Solomon slid back into my mouth and I sucked them both, my hands wrapping around the bases I couldn’t reach, stroking in time with Lucian’s thrusts. The room was nothing but wet sounds, skin slapping skin, my muffled moans, and the creak of the bed frame beneath the four of us.
Lucian’s thrusts grew erratic, harder, deeper, his fingers relentless on my clit. Percy’s cock throbbed against my tongue and Solomon’s grip tightened in my hair. Everything wasbuilding, three men and one woman hurtling toward a peak that was going to shatter the bond wide open.
“Now, Mira,” Lucian commanded, and bit down on the claiming mark.
The orgasm detonated. Not just mine. All channels exploded simultaneously, the bond ripping open to full, permanent, irreversible strength. My pussy convulsed around Lucian’s cock, my scream vibrating around Percy and Solomon, my entire body seizing between the three of them.
Lucian’s knot swelled. The expansion mid-orgasm with two cocks in my mouth and his teeth in my neck and three rounds of overstimulation layered in my body was beyond anything I’d experienced.
My vision went white and the sound that escaped me wasn’t a scream. It was surrender.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” His voice was shredded, his arms wrapping around me from behind, easing me down while the knot locked. “I’ve got you. Breathe.”
Percy pulled from my mouth and cupped my face, his thumbs wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re okay, love.”
Solomon withdrew, his hand finding the back of my skull, holding me steady. “Still with us?”
“Barely,” I whispered.
Lucian ground deep and came with a groan that vibrated through my entire body, his cock pulsing as he filled me withthe third and final load. The knot throbbed inside me, sealing us together while the bond’s three frequencies merged into one permanent resonance.
Percy stroked himself twice and came across my parted lips. Solomon followed, his release spilling over my tongue, my chin. His jaw clenched, the only sound a fractured exhale through his teeth.
“Swallow it down, Mira,” Solomon murmured.
I did. Percy’s mouth found mine, tasting all of us, warm and thorough.
“Hi,” he murmured against my lips.
The fever broke.
The knotting held Lucian and me in place. He’d eased me onto my side during the lock, spooning behind me, his chest sealed against my back, breath uneven against the nape of my neck. Percy had settled in front of me, pulling my face against his collarbone, his arms a steady cage around my shoulders. Solomon’s forehead rested against my temple from the side, his fingers tracing my jaw.
“There she is,” Percy said softly. “That’s the sound of a completed bond.”
“What sound?”
“Your heartbeat. All four of them.”
I closed my eyes, letting the bond wash through me.
When the knot finally released, Lucian eased back and Percy lowered me flat onto the bed. Lucian shifted behind me, pulling me against his chest, his arm draping over my waist. Solomon settled in front of me, his hand finding Lucian’s forearm where it rested on my hip and leaving his there.
Percy, true to form, climbed halfway on top of me. His face burrowed into my stomach, arms wrapped around my waist, curls tickling my ribs. Not beside me. On me.
