“You sure?” he mouths, more with his eyes than his lips, and I nod again, greedy, never more sure of anything.
Finn’s hand at my waist travels lower, his palm covering the curve of my hip and then dipping lower still, sliding under the hem of my sweater where my skin is hot and hypersensitive.
His hand is huge and steady, and his fingers splay wide at my stomach, pinning me there between him and Ryder, the anchor that keeps me from flying apart.
I let out a noise, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and I don’t care that it sounds desperate. Iamdesperate for all of them. For right now. The pain of wanting and not having hasbeen building all this time, and I’m ready to tear myself open for relief.
Ryder leans down again, kissing me harder, as if my little sound was a challenge he can’t ignore. He licks into me, coaxing my mouth open, and I let him in, clinging to him until my knuckles ache. Zane’s behind me now, his hands at my hips, and I realize Finn’s let go, stepping away just to watch me. Zane nips at the inside of my thigh, and my knees almost buckle.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Finn pulls my shirt off slowly, like unwrapping a gift, his eyes dark as they take me in.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “You look so freaking good, Aurora.”
Ryder moves behind me now, hands sliding around to cup my breasts over my bra, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I’m arching into him, needing more.
“I can’t believe you want us to ruin you here.”
My breath catches at that word,ruin. The way he says it makes it sound sinful. Delicious.
Zane kisses down my belly. “You want to be our good girl, don’t you? Let us take care of you.”
I nod. It feels like my whole body is nodding, my skin, my bones, the space inside my ribs where my heart is climbing the walls. I want to be taken care of. I want to be ruined.
Zane kneels, his hands slipping my leggings down inch by inch, desperately teasing, until the cool hits my thighs and I shiver for an entirely different reason.
He kisses the inside of my knees, then my thighs, and I swear I can feel the heat of his tongue even before he gets there. He’s not in a hurry, and the anticipation is dizzying, every cell in my body reaching toward him like the only thing on Earththat matters is the next touch, the next kiss, the next flick of his tongue.
The room is small, and suddenly it feels even smaller, made of light and heat, the four of us pressed together in this perfect, necessary collision. I twist around, desperate to see them all at once.
Finn kisses me hard, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt. I melt into it, his lips, his taste, the way he drinks in every gasp I make. One hand tangles in my hair, gently but possessively, the other sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me flush against him. I feel his heartbeat against me.
Fast, wild, like mine.
I moan into his mouth, hips rocking toward Zane’s tongue. It’s messy and hot and wild, and I’ve never felt anything like it.
And then Ryder is behind me again. “We’re going to make you feel everything, Aurora. No holding back.”
I believe him. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Zane’s fingers slip beneath my panties, and the moment he finds how wet I am, he lets out a low, appreciative groan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “She’s soaked already.”
I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or empowered. Probably both. But when he pushes a finger inside me, I stop caring altogether.
My body jerks, back arching into Ryder behind me. Finn catches my face between his hands, watching every little reaction. “Eyes on me, Aurora.”
I force my eyes open. Finn’s gaze pins me in place, like the world might fall away if I look anywhere else. Zane’s finger curls inside me, and I cry out, but Finn hushes me with his mouth, eating the sound.
I want to touch them all. I run my hands up Finn’s chest, feel the rigid muscle beneath his shirt, then slide one palm backto Ryder, who is pressed flush behind me. His own hands are everywhere. Kneading my breasts, tracing my ribs, skimming the line of my jaw, thumb on my chin to tilt my face for a kiss at his command. I feel like I’m floating, held up only by their hands and their voices.
“You look so fucking pretty when you want it,” Ryder groans, nosing the corner of my jaw.
Zane is still on his knees, worshipful, alternating between licking me and stroking my thighs. Finn steps back and pulls his jeans down, his cock already hard and thick, curving up toward his stomach. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Zane work between my legs, and the sight alone nearly undoes me.
“Ryder,” I pant, reaching back. “Please.”
