I want to taste the salt at her throat, the tears in her eyes.
She’s gagging, yes, but she’s clawing at Zane’s hip, digging in, dragging him closer because she’s starving for this.
I pull my hand out, use my thumb to circle her clit as Zane throbs against her tongue. Her eyes are sharp, wet with tears but defiant as ever, glittering. She wants to be undone so badly she’s willing to split open for it.
Zane lets out a ragged groan, his hand shaking on her head. He’s not going to last, not with Aurora’s mouth working him because it’s the only thing tethering her to this planet.
Ryder’s knees are on either side of Aurora’s hips, bracing her, pinning her tight.
Zane pulls back, letting Aurora breathe, and I catch her cheeks in my palms, kiss her all teeth and tongue.
Ryder grinds against her, the heat between all of us a palpable smog, thick enough to chew. He’s rutting against her, his cock wetly branding the inside of her thigh as he strokes himself against her, prepping her, teasing both of them to the edge.
He’s not even bothering with gentle. There’s no gentle here, not when what Aurora needs is the vicious, messy collision of all our bodies, the way pain and need combust, the way all three of us are coming apart onto her and into her and through her, needles flossing the nerves raw and bright.
I shift down, press my mouth to the inside of her knee, bite until I taste salt, then trail up, licking the sweat sheen off her thigh. I want to leave marks all the way up, from her ankle to her hip, and I do, mouth hungry, tongue flat and scraping, until she’s writhing against Ryder’s cock.
Ryder slides his cock up along the seam of her, then back down, using the spill of my fingers as lube until both of them are frantic from friction.
Aurora’s hands scrabble at the carpet, and she’s gasping Ryder’s name, eyes rolling, but it’s my voice in her ear, my teeth snapping at the planet’s crust, holding her together while Ryder does his best to split her in two.
He pushes into her in one savage motion, and Aurora’s back bows so sharply I think she might actually snap. She makes this wailing sound, half agony, half bliss, and the three of us freeze, briefly pause, the old predator’s instinct ofwill she run? will she break?flicking between us.
Aurora bears it all, riding the shockwave, her fingers clawed into Ryder’s hair, dragging his face down until she’s biting his mouth.
Ryder fucks her the way you’d charge through a burning house: there’s a rawness to it, a speed that’s almost self-destructive. He’s not gentle, not even pretending to be, pistoning in with a force that says:let this break you.
She takes it.
She shudders with every thrust, nails digging into his shoulder blades, head thrown back in wild ecstasy. Zane kneels over her, fucking her mouth again, his cock pulsing inside her lips, and I am pressed up against her side, my hand in her hair, my tongue on her neck, all three of us a single spasm of drive.
I’m so hard it’s a liability.
My cock aches so as Zane finally pulls out and spurts hot up her throat, triggering another round of gagging and sobbing, her fingers convulsing, scrabbling for something to crush, I move fast.
I cup her cheek and drag my tongue over her jaw, cleaning the trickle that escapes the seal of her lips.
I want to devour her whole body, drown myself in everything that comes off her in waves, anguish and surrender and the salty animal tang of what only she gives us.
Zane’s hand is a vise on her nape, and I see his thumb stroking her skin, a lover’s touch, or a reinforcement of ownership, the boundary line between obsession and relief, never letting her forget she is ours and always will be.
Ryder fucks her so hard my teeth vibrate.
I can barely focus, can barely do anything except hold on to her leg and her voice and that high, wild sound she makes every time he slams home. There’s nothing else but sound and heat, and I realize my own hips are grinding into the rug, searching for friction, desperate for somewhere to spill all this useless voltage already arcing off my skin.
I want to fuck her and be fucked by her, to be folded into the churning core of this moment and not care if it ends before it does.
When Aurora orgasms, it’s a seizure: every muscle locking, every sound torn out of her throat, she’s falling in reverse.
Ryder groans, low and guttural, and when I look at his face, it’s wet, a streak of awe or grief turning his jaw slack. He’s feeling it too. The massive, tectonic relief, the gratitude, the fucking ferocity of her dissolving right beneath us.
I keep my hand at the base of her throat, feeling the aftershocks travel down the column of her neck, her pulse stampeding so hard I can’t get enough.
That’s when I make my move, pinning her on her back as I press my cock against her. She gets it instantly, mashing her tits together with both hands, slick from sweat and spit and maybe a little bit of Zane still, and I thrust into the gorge between them.
My cock slips through the soft press of her flesh, and the heat is insane. The skin there is so new, so delicate, and I nearly bust before I even set the pace.
Every slam of my hips is a shudder through the braided cable of her spine. My hands roam, greedy: one on the clutch of herbreast, the other on her thigh, claimed and canted wide to give me runway.
