Page 115 of The Betrothal

I was held almost constantly. One passing me off to another whenever they needed to move, and sometimes just because it seemed to be the end of their turn.

Morning turned to lunch, lunch into dinner. We ate. We talked, joked and laughed as if we weren’t all shattering inside.

Later I read, laughing heartily at Seb holding Ben, Ben holding me, Alex tucking himself under my legs.

We stopped for tea; the heavy darkness that fell outside hid the sheets of rain that dissolved the snow, the thing that held me here.

Then we sat at the table, caught in a pregnant silence.

“Right, fuck this!” Seb stood abruptly, the bench toppling over with the suddenness. “Here, Killer.”

I rose on command, and he wrapped me into an embrace, inhaling me before plundering my mouth with an urgent kiss. He placed me on the tabletop and hands wound through my hair, tilting my head until my kiss with Seb broke and different lips met mine, no less demanding, teeth scraping over my lip, inhaling the gasping breaths I exhaled.

More hands tugged at my clothes, lifting and tearing my leggings down my hips. Cotton interrupted where Alex devoured my mouth and he released me, then my top was gone, leaving me in just my underwear.

I rolled my head to see Ben watching me. He worried at his pouty lips, fingers caressing the skin of my shoulder, then my throat.

My chest juddered, a lump forming in my throat, before I knew it tears spilled.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking from Ben to Seb, then to Alex.

“Hush.” Seb smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His fingers caught the tears, Alex chasing Seb’s touches with gentle pecks.

“Should we stop?” Ben whispered into my ear, loosening where he toyed with my throat.

I caught his hand in mine and held it in place. “Fuck no.”

Fingers unclasped my bra, and it fell from my body.

“Beautiful.” Seb caressed my breasts, cupping their weight and then rolling his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to tighten. “So responsive.”

I swallowed heavily. His words chasing away the melancholy.

“Lift for me, Killer, I’d hate to have to relieve you of yet another pair of panties by tearing them off you.”

I growled at him but lifted obediently, only slightly embarrassed at being naked on the kitchen table.

“Good girl, Sugar.” Ben’s words had no dirty intent, but they landed on the back of Seb’s and the effect was immediate. I clenched my thighs together against the throb building between them.

“Don’t hide from us.” Alex kneaded my thigh, teasing my legs apart.

I was dragged towards Seb and the leg Alex didn’t have in his hold was pushed upwards and into my chest.

“Benji, come taste our girl.”

Ben’s hands left me before returning to grip around my thighs. He feathered a kiss against the skin there, then dragged his tongue through my folds. My eyes fluttered closed on a desperate whine. I dragged them back open, desperate to witness every second.

Ben’s tongue found my entrance and pushed inside, Seb muttering filthy words of encouragement and bringing fingers to flick across my clit.

“Fuck.” I grabbed for them, gripping hair and hands, my touch seeking out every part of them I could.

“Come here, Firecracker.” Alex folded over me hungrily, kissing my lips, and I clutched him like a lifeline, untethered by the sensations of Seb and Ben between my legs.

Dragging my hands over him, I tugged at his clothes, clawing down his joggers to free him and taking his length in my palm. I fisted him, teasing slowly.

He growled into my mouth as I worked him, his kiss becoming harsh, hips jerking into my palm.

Ben’s mouth left me, replaced by the pressure of something else. The thick hardness of his cock breached me.