I gasp into the kiss, and Marcus’s hands find my waist from behind, his body solid and warm against my back.
Elijah’s fingers thread through my hair, tilting my head so Adrian can kiss me deeper.
“Eres nuestra,” Marcus murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. “You’re ours, Charlie. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe, and the confession makes all three of them groan.
They move me toward Adrian’s bed with coordinated precision, each touch deliberate and claiming.
Adrian strips my cardigan off, his gray eyes tracking every inch of exposed skin.
Marcus works the zipper of my dress, his calloused fingers trailing fire down my spine.
Elijah kneels before me, pressing kisses to my thighs as the fabric pools at my feet.
“Beautiful,” Elijah whispers, his crystalline blue eyes dark with want as he looks up at me. “Parfaite.”
I’m standing in just my simple cotton underwear, and the way they’re looking at me makes me feel like I’m draped in silk and diamonds. Adrian’s hands frame my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones.
“We’re going to take care of you.” His voice drops to something dark and commanding. “You trust us?”
“Yes.” The word slips out unbidden, and all three of them freeze.
Adrian’s eyes flash with something primal. “Say that again.”
“Yes.” My voice is steadier now, certain. “I trust you. All of you.”
Marcus groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “Dios mío. You’re going to kill us,bebita.”
They lay me on Adrian’s bed, and what follows is overwhelming in the best way.
Adrian is possessive and commanding, his control finally shattered as he claims my mouth while his hands explore every curve.
Marcus is deliberate fire, speaking to me in Spanish and English, his tattooed hands marking my skin with touches that promise I’ll remember this tomorrow.
Elijah is playful yet filthy, praising me with that angel face while his fingers and mouth do sinful things that make me cry out.
“That’s it,chérie,” Elijah murmurs against my inner thigh. “Let us hear you.”
“So fucking perfect,” Marcus adds, his accent thickening as he watches Elijah work. “Look at her, Adrian. Look how beautiful she is for us.”
Adrian’s hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back so I have to meet his eyes. “You’re ours now. Completely. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and his answering growl undoes me.
They take turns claiming me, each bringing something unique.
Adrian’s intensity, Marcus’s possessive tenderness, Elijah’s playful worship.
Sometimes two at once, sometimes all three, their hands and mouths everywhere until I can’t tell where one ends and another begins.
The rosary beads press into my skin. Spanish and French mix with English.
Praise and commands blend together until I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of being wanted so completely by each of them.
When they rip the last orgasm from my shaking body, it’s with all three of them surrounding me, their names a prayer on my lips.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in Adrian’s bed, my body deliciously sore, my mind still spinning.
