“Yes,” Stellan groans. “Yes, give it to me, let me feel it—”
He buries himself deep and follows Wes over, coming with a sound that doesn’t match his elegant reputation at all—raw and broken and utterlyhuman. Through the bond, I feel the echo of their shared climax, and I come again around Jace’s fingers—harder this time, sobbing through it.
“That’s two,” Jace murmurs, sounding wrecked himself. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”
The aftershocks ripple through all of us. Theo’s hand finds my shoulder, grounding. Even the room itself seems to pulse with residual energy.
Gray gathers Wes up when Stellan finally pulls out, arranging him on the couch with careful hands, murmuring praise into his hair. Stellan stays close, one hand resting on Wes’s ankle—maintaining contact, maintaining the connection.
Jace slides his fingers out of me slowly, and I whimper at the loss.
“Go,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I know you want to check on him.”
“What about you?”
His grin is crooked, a little vulnerable underneath the bravado. “I’ll be fine. Plenty of night left.”
I start toward the couch, but I don’t make it three steps before a warm hand catches my wrist.
Rhett.
He’s finally moved from his armchair, and when he pulls me toward him, his skin is furnace-hot the way it gets when he’s been holding back. His hazel eyes are dark, intent, cataloging every tremor still running through my body.
“My turn,” he says. Not a question.
“Rhett—”
“I’ve been watching.” He backs me toward the wall, slow and deliberate. “Watching Theo take you apart with his mouth. Watching you come on Jace’s fingers while you tried to focus on Wes. Watching your face when Stellan finally broke.”
My back hits the wall. His hands bracket my hips, radiating heat that sinks into my bones.
“I know exactly what you need right now.” His mouth brushes my ear. “You need something steady. Something that burns slow instead of fast.”
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. The head of his cock nudges my entrance—when did he get his pants off?—and I’m so wet from Jace, from watching, fromeverything, that he slides in with one smooth thrust.
I gasp. He’s thick, stretching me perfectly, and theheatof him inside me is almost too much. His fire magic pulses through the bond, warming me from the inside out.
“There,” he breathes against my throat. “That’s what you needed.”
He doesn’t fuck me fast. He fucks medeep—long, rolling thrusts that hit something profound every time, his hips grinding against my clit at the apex of each stroke. His hands are branding hot on my thighs, and everywhere he touches leaves trails of warmth that linger.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs. “Wrecked and still wanting more. Still taking everything we give you.”
“Rhett—” I’m already close again, oversensitive and overwhelmed. “I can’t—”
“You can.” He picks up the pace, just slightly, his cock dragging against my walls in a way that makes my toes curl. “One more for me. I’ve been waiting all night.”
His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts, and the heat intensifies—his magic or just him, I can’t tell anymore. The warmth spreads through my belly, my chest, pooling low and building.
“That’s it.” His voice is rough now, strained. “Come on my cock, firefly. Let me feel it.”
The nickname breaks me.
I come with a sob, clenching around him so hard he groans, his hips stuttering. He follows me over with a low curse, spilling inside me in hot pulses that I swear I can feel warming me from the inside.
We stay there for a long moment, me pinned to the wall, him buried deep, both of us breathing hard.
“Okay?” he asks finally, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
