I reach up and grab the front of Knox’s shirt. I pull him down.
The kiss is messy. Teeth clash. Tongues tangle. It’s not gentle. It’s a desperate attempt to quench the fire burning in my blood.
I feel the bed shift as Rhett and Boone move. Hands begin to strip away my clothes. Boots hit the floor. Jeans are peeled down. I don’t care. I just want their skin on mine.
Knox’s mouth moves down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin where my pulse hammers. I gasp, arching my back.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Just more. More friction. More fullness.
Rhett’s hand slides between my thighs. His fingers are coated in my slickness.
“She’s ready,” Rhett says, his voice thick with lust.
“I need you,” I whimper. “All of you.”
They don’t hesitate.
Knox pulls off his shirt, revealing tan skin and muscles that have thrilled a thousand audiences. He moves between my legs, spreading them wide.
He doesn’t wait. He positions himself and thrusts inside.
I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. It burns, but it’s a good burn. It’s the fire finally meeting the fuel.
Boone moves behind me. He molds his chest to my back, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me steady. He kisses my neck, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “Taking all of him.”
Rhett moves to the head of the bed. He kneels beside me. I reach for him, pulling him down to kiss me. He tastes like coffee and want.
Knox begins to move. He sets a pace that is fast and hard, driving into me with a force that rocks the bed. The friction is intense, pushing me higher and higher toward the peak.
“I can’t... I need...” I gasp.
“I know,” Knox says. “I’ve got you.”
I feel a pressure building at my core. A tightness that borders on pain but feels like ecstasy.
“Let go,” Boone commands in my ear.
The dam breaks.
My orgasm crashes over me. I scream, my inner muscles clamping down on Knox. He roars, his hips snapping against me as he finds his own release. A thick knot forms at our joining, tying us together.
The sensation of being locked together is overwhelming. It grounds me. It anchors the fever, satisfying the deep, primal need to be claimed.
I look up at Rhett. He’s watching us, his eyes dark with desire.
“I need you too,” I say.
He doesn’t make me wait. As Knox stays locked inside me, filling me completely, Rhett undoes his pants. He moves to the side of the bed.
I turn my head, taking him into my mouth. He tastes like cinnamon and salt. I suck him deep, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
The room becomes a haze of fever and sweat and skin. Days seem to pass in hours.
We move as one unit. When Knox’s knot releases, Rhett takes his place. He stares into my eyes as he enters me, possessing me completely.
“You are ours,” he says.
