I melted into Alek.
Cole released my wrist and delivered a stinging slap to my breast, the pain blossoming across sensitive flesh. I cried out, the sound raw and needy.
“Again,” Cole demanded, watching my face as he struck the other breast, harder this time. “Show us how much you missed this, Eva.”
Tears sprang to my eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of finally being seen for what I needed. Cole twisted my nipple sharply, the exquisite agony making my back arch against Alek’s chest.
“More,” I gasped, beyond shame. “Give me more. I need you.”
Cole’s smile was wicked as he delivered several quick, harsh slaps to my inner thighs, each one landing closer to my core. “Listen to her,” he said to the others. “Our perfect little masochist, desperate for her punishment.”
Tristan’s hands replaced Cole’s on my thighs, his touch gentler as he traced the reddening marks with appreciation. “So beautiful like this,” he praised. “Marked and so fucking greedy.”
“So greedy,” I whined, arching my back, desperate for their touch, for the pleasure they brought, for a physical affirmation of the love we shared.
Tristan leaned forward, his breath hot against my sensitized skin. “I think she’s earned a small reward.”
Before I could process his words, his mouth was on me, tongue parting my folds. My cry echoed in the cavernous space, bouncing back like a chorus of my own pleasure.
Alek’s grip on my throat tightened fractionally. “Watch him,” he commanded. “Watch how eagerly he worships what belongs to all of us.”
I forced my heavy lids open, looking down to see Tristan’s head between my thighs, his eyes closed in concentration as he worked me with his tongue. The sight was almost too much to bear.
Cole released my wrists only to drag his nails down my arms, leaving thin red lines in their wake. “Perfect,” he breathed, capturing both nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching until I saw stars. “So perfect when you’re hurting for us.”
Sensation overwhelmed me—Alek’s hand at my throat, Cole’s cruel fingers tormenting my breasts, and Tristan’s mouth working relentlessly between my thighs. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves through my system, building a pressure I couldn’t contain.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Alek growled in my ear. “Not until you admit who you belong to.”
I was the one who’d brought them to the ice tonight. I was theirs as much as they were mine.
Tristan’s fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as his tongue circled my clit with deliberate, torturous precision.
Cole leaned down to bite the juncture of my neck and shoulder, hard enough that I knew he’d left his mark. “Say it,” he growled against my skin.
“Yours,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge. “Always yours. Only yours. Please?—”
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Her desperate pleahung in the air like frost.
“Yours,” she’d gasped. “Always yours. Only yours. Please?—”
The raw need in Eva’s voice shot straight to my cock. Sweat beaded at my hairline despite the chill of the arena, my skin prickling with anticipation. The bench beneath us creaked with each of her shuddering breaths, the only sound besides the soft hum of the emergency lights and the distant mechanical drone of the building’s ventilation system.
She trembled on the edge, her pulse visible in the hollow of her throat where Alek’s large hand rested. She was gorgeous like this—desperate, exposed, vulnerable in a way she never allowed herself to be outside these moments. Her skin flushed pink, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding us and the cold white of the ice.
Tristan lifted his head from between her thighs, his lips glistening with her arousal. His golden eyes, usually soft, had hardened with a dominance that never failed tosurprise me. Without words, Alek ceded control, a subtle shift in the air as Tristan straightened to his full height.
“Stop,” Tristan commanded, his voice gentle but unyielding. Eva whimpered, the sound breaking into a frustrated sob that echoed in the cavernous space. “Not yet, kitten. You don’t get to come yet.”
My fingers tightened instinctively on her nipples, drawing another sweet, broken sound from her lips. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.
Tristan’s hand replaced mine in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. “Look at me, Eva.” His tone carried such tenderness despite the steel beneath it. “You’ve been so brave, bringing us here, showing us what you need. I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyelids fluttered at the praise, tears gathering at the corners. Her heart beat strong and steady under my hand on her chest, accelerating as her body responded to Tristan’s words. I was so fucking proud of her, for fighting, for surviving, for coming to us like this.
