First he teased.
And now Nicholas sought to claim me fully.
I tensed as Nicholas rose behind me. I prepared for him to lift me from his brother and seize me for himself.
That wasn’t the plan.
“Hold tight to Reed,” Nicholas whispered. “And relax.”
As if my insides weren’t already simmering with heat as I rode Reed beyond my pleasure. A thread of dominance shadowed Nicholas’s words. His command bit with gentle attention. I did as I was told, loving how Reed’s cock thickened inside me.
Nicholas planned for far more.
His cock warmed, desperate and hard. He pressed against the vulnerable, secret button. I shifted. Reed didn’t let me off his lap.
They both wanted their turn.
At the same time.
My eyes widened.
“You can’t be serious…” I silenced as Nicholas pushed against my bud. “Whoa. Wait. We’ve never done that before…”
Max’s smile was cold. “Never had a reason.”
Reed wrapped his arms over me. “It’ll feel good.”
Sure. Right. Why was I believing three men who had never let anything touch them there?
I gripped Reed, but I tensed too much for Nicholas to move.
Max leaned over the couch, taking my cheek in his hand. It wasn’t a soothing gesture, his never were, but it distracted me. He pushed his thumb in my mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered.
I did, one long draw, just to watch as his jaw tightened.
Nicholas pressed hard, and I murmured over Max’s thumb.
Oh God, they’d split me in two.
And I’d love it.
My mind instantly and completely blanked to everything but the overwhelmingly intense sensation of stretching and surrendering and welcoming something entirely too big, too fierce, too everything into a part of me that hadn’t ever accommodated anything so powerful.
Tight. Full. Aching.
He didn’t push in all the way, and God, it didn’t matter. I had all I could take, all I could ever need.
I collapsed against Reed as two men claimed me. As their cocks buried inside of me.
I melted.
Fell limp.
Rode a blizzard of chills that shocked me into a cascade of warming shivers and a torrent of blistering heat.
I tensed and liquefied, hurt and ached with pleasure, and thought of everything and nothing. The only thing that mattered was to be connected with these men, to feel how deep and intimate and passionate they could be.
Reed stayed still as Nicholas took control of both of us, edging deeper into the vulnerable part of me and somehow moving me against Reed. His slowest, most deliberate of pushes immediately found a rhythm with his brother. Nicholas surged an inch forward, Reed edged just an inch out, and I lost myself in the wicked, spinning, and extreme delight of it all.
I sucked hard against Max’s thumb, the only thing preventing me from moaning in constant struggle. He knew that wasn’t what I needed. I looked at him, begged with parted lips and a single nip against his thumb.
I had Nicholas and Reed. But Max refused the pleasure, refused the closeness, refused me.
We had to begin again, to fix what was broken, so that we could move beyond the darkness.
“M—Max…” I couldn’t speak as I thickened with raw energy. “Let me…”
Help him. Heal him. Whatever he wanted, whatever would finally ease his guilty conscience and forgive himself for what he had done. It was only a nightmare now, the force of his body only one in a series of horrors I forgot. I wouldn’t let that separate us or challenge our bond ever again.
“Fuck.” He pulled away. “Baby, I can’t make you do this.”
“Want to.”
“You’re better than me. I won’t drag you down. I won’t have you hate me.”
“Never.”
“Always.”
My groan enticed him. Max’s strength existed in his muscles, not his will. I reached for him, bringing him near. He climbed the couch and let me lean, careful to not disturb the pulsing, trading, delicious pumping of Nicholas and Reed within my clenching body.
His cock unleashed from his pants. Max hadn’t permitted me to pleasure him before, not when cocks and seed meant we could only explore each other in one way.
God, if I had only known.
If we had known.
A man in my core, a man tucked deep in a secret and sensitive part of me, and one tasted upon my lips? I was filled and stretched, used and worshiped, cherished and adored. And I had them all. Together. Within me and around me and dedicated to me.
Sealed inside me in a way I had never imagined but would forever need to happen again and again.
I took Max as deeply in my mouth as I could. I did the same for Reed and Nicholas, desperate for the few gentle strokes to yield into a squealed moment of sharp sensation. It dueled between pleasure and pain, excitement and complete sensory overload.
My body and mind couldn’t keep up, and I eventually fell into a lust-warmed limpness, balanced against Reed, offering myself to Nicholas, welcoming Max’s thrusts into my mouth.
His salty excitement teased my tongue, and I shivered as each alternating stroke thickened them with shared desire.
The tension coiling in me stilled my movements, stole my breath, and shocked me with its power.
I sucked hard against Max if only to prevent myself from crying out for all them, any of them, more and less and everything confusing that I suddenly desired more than anything.
Nicholas’s weight pushed me against Reed, and their hands, their legs, their cocks tangled me within their need and my own inhibitions. Everything stripped. Everything warmed. The thin, tiny bit of me that separated them left me so full, so unbelievably stuffed with their hardness.
Their furiously contained desire growled in profanities and promises. I drove my own body back to accept more of them. The heat overwhelmed me. I arched as Nicholas wrapped an arm over me, his hand tucking low.
He held my little bump.
And I was lost.
My tightness crippled both of them, and Reed shouted first, jamming his hips upwards as the heat splashed inside me. I welcomed it as my body ground against the shared bliss. Nicholas didn’t last either. He kissed my shoulder, held my tummy, and pushed deeper than he had before. I couldn’t groan, not with Max’s pulsing, jetting cock erupting within my mouth. I swallowed, eagerly, savoring his salty seed as wave after wave of heat crashed inside all of me.
Max pulled away, leaving a mess upon my lips I eagerly licked up. Reed swore, again and again.
Nicholas merely held me.
And I shuddered in absolute stillness as my body accepted everything from these men. I flew, I crashed, I shuddered, I cried, and each of them comforted me, loved me, relieved me with soft touches and perfect encouragement.
Again and again I twisted, and they eased everything that overwhelmed me with absolute devotion. Nicholas pulled me away, cradling me in his arms, resting me on my side, kissing my flushed cheeks and parted lips.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you.”
His hand hadn’t left my tummy. I covered his fingers with mine. “I know.”
“Never hesitate to ask for us. All of us. Any of us.”
I nodded, amazed and breathless.
It wasn’t a normal relationship. It wasn’t good or safe or conventional. But I needed them. All of them. Together with me.
If only so we could prepare for what happened next, if only so we could enjoy each other for a single moment in time.
Because I feared what would happen in the coming days.
And I was right to fear.
My dress didn’t fit. Wouldn’t even zip.
The front pudged with a tiny, revealing bump.
Either tiny, sickly Sarah Atwood was finally putting on weight, or the gossip would scandalize me before I made it through the first of many conversations and cordial encounters with business associates and my family’s enemies.