“Mm…” I hum my satisfaction as I lick and suck her clit like my life depends on it. “Fuck, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Ibury my face as far in her cunt as I can, tongue plunging deep into her core.
“Oh, my go—” her words break off as she tightens around my tongue, gushing on my face.
My rough chuckle vibrates against her core, causing her tremors to last longer. “Brother,” I glance up at my twin. “Come down here and have a taste with me. Em, make sure our girl’s other lips don’t feel neglected.”
“No problem.” Em hums, then dives in, sweeping his tongue across her nipple, sucking, and then nipping before moving to her mouth and plundering.
Rowan shifts on the bed after watching for a moment, then fits himself between her thighs next to me. “You ready for us, sweetheart?” We don’t wait for her to answer, each of us throwing a leg over a shoulder and smashing our faces into her cunt, eating her like she’s the best dessert we’ve ever tasted.
When each of us slips a finger inside her tight heat, pumping into her just the way she likes, she clamps down immediately with another release. She tries to scream, but Emerson devours every sound that tries to escape.
Rowan and I rise to our knees again, holding her legs apart, watching her tighten with aftershocks.
“Damn, baby.” Rowan groans. “You taste so fucking good.” He licks his fingers clean of her juices, encouraging me to do the same.
“Look at us,” I say, my voice rough with emotion.
Berk opens her eyes, and what she finds there draws a quiet sound from her lips—part gasp, part reverence.
“You’re the reason we never stopped fighting,” I tell her, the words steady and absolute.
Emerson’s fingers trail across her shoulder, gentle enough to make her shiver. “The one we’ve been waiting to love.”
“And the one we’ll guard with our lives,” Rowan finishes, holding her gaze. “You’re not shaking us loose, Berk. Not now. Not ever.”
We close the distance between us; the kiss shared this time—soft, hungry, reverent—each of us claiming a piece of her while holding her together.
Emerson crawls over her, moving us out of his way, his knee nudging hers apart. “How do you want us this time, baby?” he murmurs against her neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. “Me between these silky thighs, Ronan taking you from behind, and Rowan…” His hand slides up to her neck, his grip tightening just enough to make her breath hitch. “Filling that beautiful throat. Sound good?”
“Yes,” she breathes, the word trembling out of her like a confession, her voice heavy with need and trust.
Before the word even finishes leaving her lips, Emerson moves with a sudden, commanding urgency. In one fluid motion, he has her on top of him, slamming into her with a force that steals both their breath. The sound that escapes them is raw—half groan, half exhale—as he fucks up into her. His hands grip her ass with purpose, guiding her, grounding her, until the world narrows tonothing but their shared heat and the sounds of pleasure that fill the space.
My twin and I move into place, instinct taking over where words aren’t needed. Emerson already has her trembling, his movements sure and relentless, every sound she makes feeding the wildfire between us. The air is thick, charged with need and trust, every heartbeat syncs into one rhythm. I reach for her, my hands finding her hips, feeling the tension and power in every thrust she takes. The squelching of her pussy is loud as he pumps into her, picking up his pace before pulling out and gliding himself along the entirety of her seam—pussy to ass—lubing her up easily for me.
When he pulls her close again, their bodies align in a rhythm that leaves no space between them. He holds her tight, guiding her movements until she’s pressed against him, helpless to do anything but follow his lead. A soft sound escapes her, part protest, part need.
He hushes her gently, his hand smoothing down her back. “Easy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and coaxing. “Breathe. Let him in.”
She shifts beneath my hands, trying to move, but I hold her steady, my touch firm yet calming as I guide my cock through her wetness. My hand trails down her spine to the curve of her ass, gripping and spreading her cheeks, before slipping into her wetness.
She lets out a soft, trembling whimper, her voice breaking on a single word. “Please,” she breathes, the sound fragile and desperate.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her ear, my voice calm and unwavering, meant to hold her steady. My hands move with care,guiding her, helping her adjust until the tension in her body melts into something deeper—trusting. She exhales shakily, and I feel it ripple through both of us. “Good girl,” I whisper, my voice rough with pride and possession. “You’re taking our cocks so well.” Her fingers clutch at Emerson, her body moving with ours in a rhythm that feels endless, her breath catching on every thrust. The moment stretches, thick with heat and connection, until there’s nothing left between us but confidence, control, and the raw, consuming pulse of the we’ve built together. “One more, baby,” I murmur, my voice soft and reverent. “Tell him what you need.”
A soft, breathless sound escapes her, half moan, half plea. “Yes,” she whispers, the word tumbling out again, more desperate this time. “Yes… please.” She pushes up from Emerson’s chest, searching for Rowan through the haze of heat and motion, her hand reaching out to draw him closer.
“You need me, baby,” he murmurs with a faint smirk, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Show me.”
She parts her lips without hesitation, her breath trembling as he slips his thumb past them, pressing lightly against her tongue. The sound she makes is raw, a broken whine that vibrates through the air, pulling a quiet growl from deep in his chest.
She catches his thumb between her lips; her eyes locked on his as she sucks softly. A rough sound escapes him, desperate and unrestrained. “Fuck,” he breathes, dragging his thumb across her lips before tilting her chin down. “Open,” he says, his tone firm but coaxing. She obeys, breath trembling as he guides her, sliding all the way to the back of her throat in one go.
Her gag is the spark that sets everything in motion. The sound she makes—raw and breathless—pulls a growl from deep in my chest. The room fills with the rhythm of movement, the rush of breath, the tangle of groans and murmured curses that blur together until it’s all one pulse. Tension builds and breaks, her body tightening with a shudder, coming hard on our cocks.
Emerson groans, his voice rough and strained. “Fuck, baby… you’re gonna make me come. Give me one more.” The words barely leave his mouth before she tightens again, the sound that escapes her half moan, half cry. It’s all it takes—he breaks with her, the moment crashing over them in a rush that steals the air from the room.
The thought of her pretty pussy coated in cum sends a rush through me, sharp and uncontrollable. The tension snaps, my body giving in to the pull of it. Every sound, every tremor from her drags me under until all that’s left is the pulse pounding in my ears and the raw heat of release.
