Ryder is still in front of me, watching, hungry, but not moving until I choose him. I reach for him, fingers wrapping in his shirt, tugging him down to me. His mouth meets mine with a low, startled sound, as if he wasn’t expecting me to kiss him back like that, like I’m the one swallowing him whole.
Then he moves. Strong arms sweep under me, lifting me clean off the floor as if I weigh nothing. I gasp, startled, but his hold is secure, certain, his chest solid against mine. My hands clutch at his shoulders instinctively.
“Ryder…” I whisper, breathless.
“I’ve got you,” he hisses as he places me on the kitchen table.
Then, just as I’m about to catch my breath, he falls to his knees in front of me. My whole body jolts, trembling, alreadyopening for him without thinking. The sight of him there, eyes dark and hungry, steals the breath from my lungs.
Zane is the one who steadies me, one arm around my waist, the other hand slipping under my shirt to tease at my breast with a gentle, devastating precision that makes my knees threaten mutiny. His mouth brushes my neck before his teeth catch softly on my skin, and I gasp.
And Finn cups my chin, guiding my gaze up to his.
His thumb strokes along my jaw before he leans in and kisses me, teaching my lungs how to breathe again. He kisses me, pouring warmth straight into my mouth, slow and sure, even as Ryder’s breath hits the inside of my thigh and makes my hips jerk.
I whimper into Finn’s mouth, my body arching forward as Ryder presses hot, teasing kisses higher, his stubble scraping just enough to send shivers racing up my spine.
Zane’s voice rumbles low beside my ear, barely more than a whisper but hitting a spark to dry tinder.
“Sweet girl… you sound incredible.”
It should make me shy. It should make me pull back. But here, with Finn’s lips claiming mine, Zane marking my neck, and Ryder kneeling between my thighs like he can’t help himself… All it does is make my whole body tighten with want.
Ryder inhales against me, a shaky sound, before his thumbs slide under the edge of my skirt, pushing it higher, giving him room. He glances up, waiting for me to say no. I don’t. I tilt my hips instead, offering him more. His answering groan vibrates against my skin as he tugs my panties to one side.
Finn’s mouth moves to my cheek, my jaw, my throat, kissing me, showing me that every inch of me deserves attention, while Zane’s fingers stroke and tease until I’m making sounds I didn’t even know I could make.
And when Ryder finally puts his mouth on me… I break.
My back arches, my hands claw at Zane’s shirt, my hips try to press forward, but Finn catches my face in both hands and kisses me through the gasp that tears out of me. Zane murmurs soft and filthy words into my neck.
Ryder’s grip on my thighs tightens as he drags his tongue up again, savoring me like he plans to memorize every sound I make.
Ryder makes a low sound of agreement against my inner thigh, and I feel his fingers spreading me open gently, his breath hot against the tender skin he’s uncovering. I can feel him smile against me, this wicked, satisfied curl of his lips, right before he gives me another long, intense stroke of his tongue that makes my hips buck without permission.
“Easy, Aurora,” Ryder murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
My fingers scrabble blindly until Finn takes one hand, threading our fingers together, while Zane catches the other and presses it to his chest. He needs the anchor as much as I do. It’s too much. Finn’s quiet strength at my side. Zane’s mouth marking heat down my neck. Ryder’s wicked, relentless attention between my thighs.
Too much, too hot, too real… and nowhere near enough.
Finn’s thumb strokes slow circles on the inside of my wrist, and he leans in, whispering against my cheek, “Aurora… you’re incredible like this.”
Zane’s voice is lower, rougher. “Let us hear you.”
A shiver runs through me so fast it borders on painful. Ryder tongues my clit with a devastating pull of his mouth, and my entire body goes rigid. The sound I make is nothing I’ve ever heard from my own throat. A gasp, a cry, a breaking point.
My thighs clamp around his head without my permission, but he doesn’t stop. He holds me there, firm, unyielding, his mouth working me with a single-minded focus that sends shockwaves ricocheting through my spine.
Zane’s breath is suddenly hot at my ear.
“Let go,” he murmurs. “Aurora… let us see you.”
Finn’s mouth finds mine at the same moment everything inside me snaps. He kisses me while I fall apart. Holding me as my hips buck uncontrollably. I’m drowning, and he holds me there, kissing me through every wave that tears through me. I’m sobbing into his mouth, shaking, unable to breathe around the intensity as Ryder keeps going, his mouth relentless, greedy, undone.
Zane’s hands slide up my sides, gathering me against his chest as my knees threaten to give out. His lips are everywhere: my shoulder, my throat, the corner of my mouth, trying to taste every sound I make. Ryder groans against me, low and victorious, and the vibration sends another shudder ripping through my body. He doesn’t stop until I’m pleading, wordless, breathless, for mercy I don’t actually want.
When it finally, finally ebbs, I collapse back against Finn’s chest, boneless and trembling. My breath stutters. My pulse stumbles. Ryder drags his mouth up my thigh, his lips warm and damp from me. He looks up with a wicked, breath-stealing grin.
