Chapter 36
My entire body trembled in the aftermath of my orgasm, every nerve ending raw and electric as I laid between Cole and Ryder.
Sweat slicked my skin, my thighs quivering with aftershocks that rippled through me like distant thunder.
I couldn't remember ever coming so hard, my mind still floating somewhere between consciousness and oblivion.
Ryder remained buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing with his own need for release. His hands gripped my hips possessively, thumbs tracing small circles against my skin as if to ground me in the moment. Cole knelt before me, his lips glistening with my cum, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Look at you," Ryder murmured against my ear, his voice a rough caress that sent shivers down my spine.
"So fucking beautiful when you come apart for both of us.
" I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone words.
My chest heaved with each breath, my skin hypersensitive to every touch.
When Cole brushed my sweat-dampened hair from my face, I nearly sobbed at the tenderness of the gesture.
A silent communication passed between Ryder and Cole, a look charged with meaning that I couldn't quite decipher in my pleasure-hazed state. Cole's lips curved into a small smile as he nodded, and some unspoken agreement reached between them.
"Time to switch," Ryder whispered, his breath hot against my neck.
Before I could process his words, Ryder was slowly withdrawing from me, lifting me off of his still hard cock, leaving me aching and empty. A whimper escaped me at the loss, my body clenching around nothing.
"Shh, Poison," he soothed, guiding me onto my back next to him with gentle hands. "We're not done with you yet, baby."
I found myself lying across my bed, legs spread, staring up at Cole with wide eyes.
The vulnerability of the position, open, exposed, waiting, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me despite my recent release.
Cole moved between my thighs, his cock jutting proudly from his body, thick and hard and intimidating.
"Cole," I whispered, his name a plea though I wasn't sure for what, mercy or more, gentleness or roughness.
He leant down, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
I could taste myself on his tongue, the evidence of my pleasure mingling with the unique flavour that was just Cole.
His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone with surprising tenderness even as his other hand guided his cock to my entrance.
"Tell me you want this," he murmured against my lips. "Please. Tell me you want me."
"Yes," I breathed, arching my hips toward him.
"Please, Cole." He entered me with a single, smooth thrust that had me gasping.
After Ryder's cock and Cole's fingers, I was slick and open, but Cole filled me differently, stretching me in new ways, reaching different places inside me that made my toes curl.
"Fuck," Cole groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he stilled, buried to the hilt.
"You feel incredible." Ryder moved to the head of the bed, cradling my head in his lap.
His fingers stroked through my hair, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer tugs that sent sparks of pleasure-pain down my spine.
"That's it," Ryder encouraged as Cole began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had me whimpering.
"Take her, Cole. Show her how good you can make her feel.
" Cole's rhythm was different from Ryder's, less frantic, more measured, each thrust deliberate and deep.
He angled his hips slightly, searching for that spot inside me that would make me see stars.
When he found it, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
“Oh god,” the prayer escaped my lips in a breathless rush.
"There," Cole murmured, a small, satisfied smile playing at his lips. "Right there." He kept hitting that spot with accurate precision, building a steady pressure low in my body.
Ryder's hands roamed my body, one sliding down to tease my nipple through my t-shirt while the other continued its gentle exploration of my hair and face.
"You should see yourself," Ryder whispered, his voice dark with desire.
"Spread out beneath Cole, taking him so beautifully.
Your face when he hits that spot inside you, fuck, Poison, you're a goddess.
" His words washed over me, stoking the fire building inside me.
Cole's pace increased gradually, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by our combined moans and the wet sounds of Cole sliding in and out of me.
"Open your eyes," Cole commanded softly.
"Look at me, Cade." I hadn't realised I'd closed them.
When I obeyed, the intensity in Cole's gaze nearly undid me.
There was something raw and vulnerable in his expression, something beyond lust or possession.
Something that made my chest ache in ways that had nothing to do with physical pleasure.
Ryder shifted beside us, his cock hard and neglected. He guided my hand to it, wrapping my fingers around his length. I stroked him instinctively, my movements clumsy with pleasure as Cole continued his relentless assault on my senses.
"Such a good girl," Ryder praised, his breath hitching as my thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock.
"Taking care of both of us." The praise sent a thrill through me that I didn't want to examine too closely.
There was something intoxicating about pleasing them both, about being the centre of their attention, the focus of their desire.
It made me feel powerful even in my submission, valued even in my surrender.
Cole's rhythm faltered slightly, his breathing becoming more ragged. I could tell he was getting close, his control slipping. He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with just the right pressure.
"Come with me," he urged, his voice strained.
"I want to feel you come around my cock.
" The dual stimulation was overwhelming, Cole's cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, his thumb on my clit, Ryder's hands and words adding layers to the pleasure building to a crescendo.
I was climbing again, faster this time, racing toward a peak that promised to be even more intense than the last.
"That's it," Ryder encouraged, watching my face with hungry eyes. "Let go for us, Poison. Show us how good we make you feel." I was teetering on the edge when Ryder leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.
"Such a perfect little slut for us, aren't you?
Our Consort, our girl." The possessive claim in his words pushed me over, and I came with a cry that might have been a name, Cole's or Ryder's or both, I couldn't tell.
My inner walls clenched rhythmically around Cole's cock, drawing a guttural groan from him as he followed me over the edge, spilling inside me with a series of deep, grinding thrusts.
For a moment, we were frozen in tableau, Cole buried inside me, his face a mask of pleasure; Ryder watching us both with dark satisfaction; me, caught between them, trembling with aftershocks and overwhelmed by sensation.
Then Cole carefully withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty despite the lingering pleasure humming through my veins.
Before I could mourn the loss, Ryder was moving, guiding me onto my hands and knees.
"My turn again," he said, his voice rough with need. "Is that okay, Poison? Can you take more?" Despite the exhaustion beginning to seep into my limbs, I nodded.
"Yes."
“Good Girl, because I need to be inside you right now.” Ryder positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with that perfect balance of firmness and care.
He entered me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely.
I gasped at the sensation. I was oversensitive from my previous orgasms, but the slight discomfort only added to the pleasure, a sweet edge of too much that made everything more intense.
Cole knelt in front of me, his cock already hardening again.
He cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
"Open," he instructed softly. I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips to welcome him. He slid his cock into my mouth with a groan, his hand tangling in my hair to guide me. The taste of him, salt and musk and the faint sweetness of my own cum, flooded my senses.
Ryder began to move behind me, setting a rhythm that pushed me forward onto Cole's cock with each thrust. I was filled from both ends, completely at their mercy, and yet I'd never felt more powerful.
The sounds they made, groans and whispered praise and broken curses, were because of me, because of what I could do to them.
"Look at her, taking us both," Ryder marvelled, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Born for this, weren't you, Poison? Born to be ours.
" I moaned around Cole's cock, the vibration making him hiss in pleasure.
His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper.
I relaxed my throat, letting him control the pace, surrendering to the dual invasion of my body.
"That's it, Pet," Cole encouraged, his voice gentler than Ryder's but no less commanding.
"Just like that, Cade. So good for us." The praise washed over me, sinking into my skin like sunlight.
I'd spent so long fighting them, fighting this, and now I couldn't remember why.
In this moment, being used and cherished by them both felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Ryder's thrusts became more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. I knew he was close, could feel it in the tension of his body, the way his cock pulsed inside me. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit and circling it with practised skill.
"One more," he demanded, his voice a growl.
"Give us one more, Poison." I didn't think I could come again, not so soon, but Ryder was relentless.
His fingers worked my clit as his cock hit that perfect spot inside me, and to my surprise, I felt the pressure building again, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume me.
Cole withdrew from my mouth, allowing me to breathe, to moan without restraint.
He moved to lie beneath me, his face directly below mine, and pulled me down for a kiss that was all heat and hunger.
His hand replaced his cock, thumb brushing over my swollen lips.
"Let go," he whispered against my mouth. "We've got you."
Something about those three simple words, we've got you, broke through the last of my resistance.
I came with a sob, my body convulsing around Ryder's cock, my face buried against Cole's neck as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Ryder followed immediately, his release triggering a fresh aftershock that had me trembling uncontrollably.
He pulled out at the last moment, his come landing hot and wet on my lower back, a primal marking that should have disgusted me but instead sent a thrill of satisfaction through my exhausted body.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin as we tried to catch our breath.
I found myself sandwiched between them, Cole's chest against my front, Ryder's warmth at my back, their arms encircling me in a protective cocoon.
For a long moment, none of us spoke. The only sounds in the room were our gradually slowing breaths and the distant tick of a clock.
I felt hollowed out and filled up all at once, physically sated but emotionally raw.
Cole was the first to move, reaching for tissues from the nightstand to clean the mess from my back, and from Ryder’s front. His touch was gentle, almost reverential, as he wiped away the evidence of Ryder's release. The tenderness of the gesture made my throat tight with unexpected emotion.
"You okay?" Cole asked quietly, his eyes searching my face.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. The truth was, I didn't know if I was okay.
I felt shattered and whole, violated and cherished, used and worshipped.
It was too much to process, too many contradictions to reconcile.
Ryder pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering against my skin as he pulled me against him again. .
"You were perfect, Poison," he murmured, his voice lacking its usual sharp edge. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
A warm glow spread through my chest at his praise, and I hated myself a little for how much it meant to me. When had their approval become so important? When had I started craving their touch, their words, their attention?
"Stop thinking so hard," Cole chided gently, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I can practically hear the gears turning in your head." A small, reluctant laugh escaped me. "Sorry. Can't help it."
"Nothing to be sorry for," Ryder said, his arm tightening around my waist. "Just be here with us. In this moment."
It was surprisingly good advice, especially coming from Ryder. I took a deep breath and focused on the physical sensations, the warmth of their bodies against mine, the pleasant ache between my thighs, the lingering afterglow of multiple orgasms humming through my veins.
"I'm here," I whispered, and I meant it. Cole smiled, a rare, genuine expression that transformed his usually serious face. He leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
"Good. That's all we want." Ryder made a sound of agreement, his body curling around mine protectively.
"Sleep now, Poison. We've got you." There were those words again, we've got you. Simple, but profound. A promise of protection, of care, of something that felt dangerously close to love.
As exhaustion pulled me under, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Would I regret this surrender? Would they use it against me, this new power I'd given them?
But for now, wrapped in their arms, I allowed myself to believe in their promise.
To believe that maybe, just maybe, I was safe here.
Wanted. Valued. I drifted off to sleep between them, their heartbeats a steady rhythm against my skin, their arms a fortress around my body.
And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt something like peace.