Page 116 of The Betrothal

Alex relinquished my mouth long enough for me to see Ben, slowly pressing between my thighs, Seb’s fingers still working my clit.

Ben’s chest heaved, his top now gone, golden skin lightly sheened with sweat. Seb was still at his back, whispering, his other hand disappeared inside Ben’s joggers and between his legs, arm flexing as he massaged his balls.

I shuddered when Alex took my nipple between his knuckles, squeezing. The surge of arousal between my legs earned a ragged groan from Ben.

Gasping, I began to moan, calling for them, each cry increasing in desperation.

“Come here, Izzy.” Alex leaned towards me and pushed inside my mouth. Stealing my breath, he thrust into my throat, easing out for me to inhale, then pressing back inside, deeper and deeper.

My eyes watered when I finally took all of him. He cursed in response to each strangled groan Ben and Seb coaxed from me.

“I need to feel it when you come,” he rasped.

My back arched with a scream and my body wracked with shudders.

Both my men cursed, their movements becoming erratic as they rocked unsteadily. Alex exploded over my tongue and Ben collapsed over me, holding me, caressing his lips across my stomach until my shuddering eased and my breathing slowed.

Alex licked along the seam of my mouth. “Izzy,” he murmured, pausing.

“I know,” I breathed, wincing as Ben left me, bereft at the loss.

“None of that, Killer.” Seb pulled me from under Alex and I smiled at him; he would always get my smiles. “Are you ready for me?”

I made a show of thinking about it, and he swept me into his arms, my legs closing around his waist on instinct.

“Naughty, Killer, teasing me,” he scolded.

The warmth of a body at my back was followed by a soft murmur from Ben. “Let me help.” His hands danced over my exposed ass, cupping and lifting, then lowering me, and then Seb was seated inside me.

I cried out, head falling back onto Ben’s shoulder as the two of them began controlling my body, allowing Seb to fuck me mercilessly.

My cries quietened, my voice turning hoarse and flesh becoming damp with sweat.

I turned my head to seek out Alex and found him, watching me. His eyes hooded and lips parted as Ben held me and Seb worked his mouth over every inch of me he could reach until he wrenched an earth-shattering orgasm from my body before he sharply nipped the soft skin of my breast and shuddered out his own release.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ISABELLE

Ididn’t sleep. Not because the kitchen activities moved to the shower, Alex fucking me against the glass, Seb licking me until I screamed on the very counter he first propositioned me by. Nor because Ben gently fucked me in the bed, the others disappearing under the guise of getting food, but really, I knew it was to give us time alone.

Those things didn’t stop me from sleeping. If anything, my body had been so consumed by them that I had no reason not to sleep.

It was the acute loss I was anticipating.

My heart hurt, chest feeling like it was cracking open. I’d given up on trying to sleep in the late hours of the morning in order to concoct a plan, anything to not lose them, and now I had to give up on that.

I couldn’t say goodbye to them, though I already had.

I found I was at the edge of the bed, Seb’s arms a cocoon of warmth and reassurance, without which I knew I would have become untethered from my reality, lost to heartsickness.

I eased free from his hold, not optimistic about my escape plan, but the fear of seeing their faces when I said goodbye was motivation enough to try.

Seb didn’t move, not until I was sitting upright, his fingers glancing over mine.

I froze, heart stopping in its determined pulsing.

I willed it to stop several times during the night. Selfish, I knew, but I’d have preferred nothing to this.