Nathaniel cups my jaw to steady me, easing his cock farther into my mouth. I moan around him, first a soft, needy hum, then a breathless, broken sound when Talon sucks harder.
“Your mouth is heaven, Skye,” Nathaniel whispers. “So fucking good.”
I feel every inch of him sliding along my tongue, pressing to the back of my throat until tears sting at the corners of my eyes. Then he draws back just enough for air to rush into my lungs before guiding himself in again.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “Take me slow. Just like that. Let me feel everything.”
Cassian’s hand wraps around his cock and his thumb presses under the head. He strokes himself up and down slowly, watching us three.
They’re all taking their time with me tonight.
“We are never letting you out of our sight again,” Cassian says. “No more disappearing. No more missions where you run off and try to be the hero. The world can burn for all I care, Skye. It’s just the four of us now. Do you understand?”
I can barely think, yet the truth still forms somewhere in the haze. I cannot promise him that. I won’t. There are still the wraiths, and—
Talon’s tongue suddenly plunges into my pussy, and the thought shatters.
“Oh, fuck.”
“It’s better to just run together than face all that shit alone,” Cassian growls. “Say you’ll run with us.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. Nathaniel’s cock is in my mouth, and I can barely get the words out. I can’t say anything else. My mind isn’t working at all.
Cassian doesn’t like that. I feel him change, the air tightening with his irritation.
“Talon,” he says. “Get underneath her. I want to fuck Skye’s pussy now.”
Talon responds instantly. His hands slide beneath my hips and he lifts me as if it takes no effort at all, guiding me upward along the rough, uneven stone until my lower back lifts from the slate. My legs tremble as he settles beneath me and pulls me down onto him.
Cassian moves between my open knees and presses the head of his cock against me.
“I’m going to push into you slow, Skye,” he murmurs. “Then I’m going to hold you down while Talon enters your little asshole.”
A helpless whimper slips out of me before I even realize I am making a sound. My body reacts instantly to the promise in his voice.
I want exactly this. All of it. So when Talon urges me to lift my hips, I obey. He slides a hand between us, gathers the wetness spilling down my thighs, and drags it back to my ass. His fingers circle the tight ring of muscle.
That is the moment Cassian pushes forward, sinking into me. He keeps his word, moving slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he fills me. My breath stutters while he works deeper, deeper, until his hips finally meet the backs of my thighs.
“I fucking missed this,” he growls.
Talon’s finger slips just inside my ass and my whole body jolts before it melts open for him. Each steady movement of Cassian’s hips nudges Talon’s finger further into me, teasing, pushing, making my nerves spark. Then Talon pulls his finger away, leaving me throbbing and restless for more.
A moment later I feel the thick, hot press of his cock. Cassian anchors my hips with both hands, Nathaniel cradles my head, and Talon starts to push in.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
The stretch burns, but oh god, it’s perfect. And the sound that breaks from my throat vibrates around Nathaniel’s cock, dragging a low groan out of him.
“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs. “Do that again.”
Talon sinks deeper, one hand spreading me open while the other cups my thigh, guiding himself past the tight resistance. When he finally bottoms out inside me, my back arches in a violent, involuntary sweep, pleasure tearing up my spine in a full-body shudder. Nathaniel presses further into my mouth, and I take him willingly, relaxing my throat because of how much I want this.
Everything fits together in a perfect, filthy way. We’re on my grave, letting go of the girl I used to be.
They move in sync, their rhythm building around me. When Cassian thrusts harder, Talon rolls his hips up. Nathaniel holds my head steady so I stay on him.
I can’t speak.
