And his mouth returns to her and she arches and takes me back into her mouth and Reid's rhythm beneath her never falters.
I feel the build. The pressure at the base of my spine, the tightening that means I'm close. I pull out of her mouth, gently, and she makes a sound of protest that almost undoes my resolve.
"Not yet," I tell her. "Not in your mouth."
I guide her down. Flat against Reid's chest, her body stretched along his, and he wraps both arms around her and holds her while his hips maintain their rhythm. Jace shifts, his hands finding her breasts from behind, rolling her nipples between his fingers. I move down between her legs, find her clit with my thumb, and press.
She is swollen and soaked and the moment I touch her she cries out, her body convulsing. Reid groans beneath her, his pace increasing, and I work her clit in tight, relentless, precise circles.
"Come for us," Reid says against her ear. "Let go, sweetheart."
She comes. The orgasm hits her in a wave that I can see travel the full length of her body, her mouth open on a scream that fills the room. Reid follows, his hips jerking up into her, his arms locked around her, a sound torn from his chest.
They collapse together. Maya limp against Reid's chest, both of them breathing in shattered gasps. Jace presses his forehead to her shoulder blade, his hand gentle on her hip.
I watch her breathing slow. Watch the trembling in her thighs subside. Watch the flush on her skin begin to fade from crimson to rose.
Then I touch her thigh.
"You have one more in you, Maya. And it's mine."
Her lips part. A shiver runs through her that has nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with the way those words landed. Reid's arms loosen, releasing her to me.
I draw her up. Onto her knees. She's shaking, her muscles liquid, and I steady her with one hand on her waist while I position myself behind her. My free hand slides up her body, over her ribs, her collarbone, her throat.
I wrap my hand around her neck. The pulse point under my thumb hammers fast and strong and alive. She tips her head back against my shoulder and the trust in that gesture, the absolute surrender of the most vulnerable part of her body to my hand, is the single most important thing anyone has ever given me.
"This is mine," I whisper into her ear. "You hear me? This moment. Right here."
"Yours," she whispers.
I enter her in one stroke.
She cries out and my hand tightens on her throat and I start to move. Deep, hard thrusts that I feel in every muscle, every tendon, the full weight of my body behind each one. She is so wet and so sensitive that every stroke makes her gasp and her walls clench around me. I can feel how close she already is, how the previous orgasms have left her body primed and trembling on the edge of something enormous.
"Owen..." Her voice is shattered. Her hand reaches back, gripping my hip, pulling me deeper.
"You're ours." I feel it building, the pressure coiling at the base of my spine. "Say it."
"I'm yours." She can barely speak. "I'm yours. All of you.Please."
"Then come for me. Right now."
She breaks.
The orgasm rips through her with a force that bows her spine. She clamps around me so tight that my vision whites out and I follow her, burying myself deep, my hand on her throat and my mouth against her shoulder and the release is total, absolute, the complete dismantling of every wall I ever built.
Then gravity takes over and we fold. Down onto the sheets, into the tangle of bodies already there. Reid pulls the quilt up. Jace shifts to make room.
Four people in a bed that was built for two. It should be uncomfortable. It should be awkward, the logistics of limbs and heat and breathing space. Instead it feels like the first time anything has been the right size.
Maya's breathing slows. Deepens. Her hand finds mine on her waist, threads her fingers through, and holds.
Jace is already half-asleep, his breathing slow and steady against her back. Reid's eyes are closed, one hand in Maya's hair, his chest rising and falling with the deep, even rhythm of aman who, for the first time in fourteen years, is not holding the perimeter alone.
I lie still.
This should terrify me. It does, a little. The exposure. The vulnerability. The number of variables I cannot control.
