Something savage stirs low in me. Ever doesn’t waste another second. He drives into her hard enough to make her cry out around Shiloh.
All three of us feel it—the force of it. The claim in it.
The punishment, yes—but also the ache under it, the hurt he has yet to say aloud. She left him too. She made him watch her walk away just like she made the rest of us do it.
He’s going to make her feel that.
And I am going to love watching her take it.
“Good girl,” I tell her, because she is. “Take Ever. Own it.”
Shiloh slides his cock deeper across her tongue, one hand stroking through her hair without forcing, without taking more than she’s already given. There’s tendernesseven in this, woven through the dirt of it. A kind of care none of us are used to naming.
Ever’s thrusts are rough, deep, punishing in the way only he can be. Skin slaps skin. Reva gasps around Shiloh’s cock with every movement, drool slick at the corner of her mouth, her body rocked forward by the force of him.
Then Ever gathers her hair in one fist, not cruelly. Just enough to hold her where he wants her. To keep her lifted.
Open.
Connected.
He uses the grip to angle her throat while Shiloh watches her mouth work over him and groans like he might lose his mind all over again.
Ever’s rhythm stays controlled far longer than Shiloh’s did. Measured. Brutal. Deliberate. He can hold himself on a line like no one I’ve ever known, but I see the first cracks in it soon enough. Hear the shift in his breathing. Watch the concentration turn glassy at the edges.
He looks at me—a question without words. Edge her again? Or let her fall?
I give him the smallest nod.
Let her fall.
He lets go of her hair and plants both hands on her hips.
One thrust.
Two.
On the third, he drives so deep her scream around Shiloh’s cock turns into a full-body convulsion. She comes hard enough that all three of us feel it. Her cunt locks down around him. Shiloh jerks with the shock of it against her mouth. Ever curses once, low and raw, and keeps fucking her through every shudder.
Then he hauls her upright.
Strong enough to make it look easy.
He drags her back against his chest, still buried deep, and somehow finds an angle that makes her go slack boned in his arms.
That’s when I see his eyes glaze.
He comes with his mouth at her shoulder, his body bowed over hers, still holding her up while he empties himself inside her.
When he finally pulls out, cum follows in a slow, obscene spill.
“Such a messy, wet, used pussy,” I say, and the words are cruel but not untrue.
Reva makes a wrecked little sound that tells me she liked hearing it.
Ever eases her down carefully, touching her like she’s something precious even now, even after using her hard enough to leave her shaking.
“I can’t wait to fuck it all back into you,” I tell her.
