“Nice.” She sighs dreamily.
“Good,” he says. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, then her nose, then her forehead. Each touch is a reverent act, a silent promise of care and protection. Then he kisses her lips, a deep, possessive kiss that makes her moan in pure pleasure.
He pulls back, his gaze softening. “Knox is here too,” he says gently.
She looks dazed, her eyes struggling to focus as she waves a weak hand in Knox’s direction, a small, clumsy gesture of acknowledgment.
Then Liam stands, his movements fluid, confident. He takes charge, the natural leader of our little pack.
Knox walks over. He takes her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles in a soothing motion.
“What’s going on?” Liam asks, his gaze shifting from me to Millie, his expression a mixture of concern and command.
“She had a headache, a fever. She’s thirsty. She’s had, like, three bottles of water so far.” The words feel inadequate, a pathetic attempt to describe the overwhelming biological storm that’s raging inside her.
He nods. “She’ll be fine,” he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. Then he turns to me, his gaze sharp, commanding. “Continue doing what you’re doing.”
He picks up Nimbus, who has been watching us with a curious, unblinking stare. I watch him carry the cat out of the room, a small, strange moment of domesticity in the middle of all this.
He comes back two minutes later, his arms laden with four bottles of water. He finds Knox stroking her hair, his lips pressing soft kisses to her palm, a tender gesture that makes my chest ache. He sets the water down on the nightstand, his expression serious.
“We need a strategy,” he says, all business.
I begin to pull out, but she whimpers, her body clenching around me.
“I just want to come,” she pleads.
I smile, a genuine, affectionate smile that feels out of place in the midst of all this intensity. “We will make sure of that,” I promise. “We will take care of you.”
Liam is almost professional as he asks, “How many orgasms has she had?”
“Three,” I say, my voice tight with a mix of pride and frustration.
He nods, his mind clearly working, processing the information. He looks at me, his gaze shifting to the bruised, tender skin on my side. He shakes his head, a small, almost imperceptible motion.
“Okay,” he says, his tone decisive. “I have a hurt hand, but my mouth works.”
Millie laughs, a real, genuine laugh that cuts through the sexual tension in the room. She sits up a little, her eyes wide with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
“What the hell is going on?” she asks, her voice a playful, teasing whine.
Liam smiles with a predatory grin. He leans in and kisses her cheek, his lips lingering against her skin. “Baby,” he purrs. “We are about to fuck you.”
“Okay,” I say, and it comes out a little shaky. “What do we do?”
Knox clears his throat. “I’ve never had group sex before,” he admits, his tone a little too casual.
“Neither have we.” A small, confident smile plays on Liam’s lips. “But I have some lube in her drawer. And as long as we take turns, we’ll keep our girl satisfied.”
I never realized how much I needed Liam’s guidance until now. I like that at least one of us has dealt with her heat before. It takes so much pressure off us. Off me. I feel my cock swell a little more, a demanding pressure that makes Millie gasp.
“We can’t be the only naked people here,” I say with a challenging smile.
“Right.” Knox smirks, pulling out his phone. “I’ll send a text to my deputies that I’ll be coming in late.”
But I don’t hear the rest. Millie is looking at me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted in a silent invitation. “Kiss me,” she says, her voice a husky command.
And I do. I lean in, my mouth finding hers, and the world falls away.
