Eris
It takes too long to get home. Jace barely has his SUV in park, the garage door still lowering into place, when he shoves his car door open and reaches for the handle of mine.
He scoops me from the backseat, carrying me through the interior door into the loft, as if he cannot wait another second to get me inside. I can feel the tension pulsing through his taut muscles, the way he was ready to kick the door in if he had to.
Jace sets me gently on the couch, taking one step back like he’s daring me to argue with his actions.
None of them speak at first. They just stare, sharing a silent storm behind the eyes, every bit the dark, feral barbarians of my fantasies, focused solely on me.
Kieran turns to Silas. “She’s shaking.”
“Denial is a bitch, I suppose,” he replies with a smirk. “We can start here.”
I don’t quite grasp what he means until Kieran drops to his knees like a knight answering a prayer, his fingers trailing up my thigh toward the button on my jeans. My back arches, hips tilting forward, so he can peel the denim down my legs.
Jace kneels on the couch beside me, thick cock in his hand, taking my distraction as his invitation. He presses his satin tip against my mouth, one hand cradling my jaw, the other curling in my hair.
“The bed is warmer,” Kieran murmurs against my skin. “But I like the idea of her trembling right here.”
“She’ll get warm,” Silas says smoothly, taking a seat in his armchair as he locks eyes with me. “Once she earns it.”
I whimper around Jace as Kieran spreads me open, propping my legs on his shoulders. My hips move without permission, trying to grind against Kieran’s mouth. His fingertips dig into my thighs as he pulls back just enough to keep me desperate.
“Not yet.” Silas’s deep voice holds a soft melody. “Not until I say.”
Jace groans low, tightening his grip in my hair to control my speed as he towers over me. “Do you have to make her beg?”
“She loves begging,” Silas acknowledges.
Damn them all.
I do.
Kieran is the worst.
The best.
He flicks his tongue against my clit before licking a path to my entrance, delving in for a quick taste.
But he stops completely every time I get close, changing his pattern from drawing the alphabet to full-on hieroglyphics.
His fingers are dexterous in a way that makes me see stars, curling against a place most men would miss entirely.
And he eases off again, like edging my soul from my body is the only thing keeping his intact.
I’m caught between wanting to cry and stab him, a mess of breath and sound and heat trapped under my skin. I can’t scream at them, so I just relax my throat and let Jace take over, fucking my mouth with more focus than I can give him at the current moment.
“She sucks like she’s starving,” he observes hoarsely, and I hum my agreement.
“She is,” Silas murmurs from his front-row seat. “Aren’t you, Eris?”
I moan helplessly, and Jace curses under his breath, his shaft swelling against my tongue.
Kieran traces the edge of my clit before stopping again. “She’s so close.”
“Do you want to come, Eris?” Silas’s voice is a fire along my skin. “Kieran thinks you do.”
I nod as much as I can with Jace’s cock filling my mouth.
“You need my permission.”
I cut my eyes to the right, hoping he can see me glare at him.
“Say it,” he orders. “Ask me.”
Jace pulls back just enough for me to whisper against the head of his cock.
“Please… Silas… Can I—”
Jace doesn’t let me finish my question, grabbing my jaw to fill my mouth once more.
“Yes.”
Kieran buries his face between my thighs like he’s been waiting for permission too. His fingers curl inside me, and I come with a shudder so violent I nearly knock Jace off balance. My legs tremble, and I close my eyes so tightly that the stars greet me again.
It’s Silas who catches me, or rather doesn’t let me rest. He comes from my right, bending to scoop me off the couch, his mouth brushing my cheek.
“You’re not done,” he whispers.
I don’t even argue as he carries me to my room and waits for Jace to snatch the quilt off the bed.
Silas lays me down, limbs spread like an offering. My legs are still trembling, the aftershocks pulsing in my body like a second heartbeat.
Jace tucks my hair behind my ear as if he hasn’t just fucked my throat raw. It’s a tender touch that almost has me squirming.
“You’re not going to ask me what I want?” I inquire, voice hoarse but steady.
Kieran kneels by my head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We already know.”
Silas stands at the end of the bed. “You can tell us, but I don’t think you’ll dislike our plans.”
Jace props up on the right side of me, hand on my thigh, spreading me open. “We’re just going to remind you what yes sounds like when it’s screamed.”
Silas’s fingers slide along my clit, mapping my responses, claiming me as if this is fresh data to collect.
Kieran’s hand strokes my hair, down to my throat, holding just enough pressure to make me dizzy.
They share a glance that has me narrowing my eyes at them.
“Turn over, Eris,” Silas orders, raising a brow at me. “On all fours.”
I have maybe six seconds to comply before they’re doing it for me, not that I’m complaining.
Silas replaces his fingers with something thicker, harder, hotter… I don’t just gasp; my back arches, pushing me into him, sinking onto his cock. A plea lodges in my throat, leaving me breathless as they tear me open mercilessly.
I beg until Kieran kisses me like he’s jealous of the noises I make for the others. Like he needs them, too.
“She’s too good at this.” Jace rubs his palm across my stomach, teasing his way to my nipple with the pad of his thumb. “You were made to be used.”
Silas keeps a slow but brutal pace. “She was made to be ours.”
“Then let’s show her what that means,” Kieran murmurs, sliding out of his shirt, lithe muscles flexing as he moves out of my immediate view.
Jace takes my mouth again, cock claiming my attention.
Kieran slides between my thighs as quickly as Silas withdraws.
Only a few minutes pass before Jace takes Kieran’s place inside me, and Silas brushes my hair from my face as I lick a line up his glistening cock.
Their bodies move like choreography, as if they’ve practiced this dance just for me. One fills me from behind while another takes my mouth, leaving the taste of my cum on my tongue.
Kieran’s fingers find my clit, stroking it gently yet cruelly, an endless torture until my thighs lock and my vision blurs.
“Don’t come yet,” Silas commands. “Hold it.”
“I—I can’t.”
“You can.”
Jace is harder now, movements much sharper. “Let’s see how far she goes before she breaks.”
“Bet she begs,” Kieran says with an infuriating smirk as he lies beside me, his head nearly under mine, looking up to meet my gaze.
And I do.
When they let me…
I shatter the second time, without permission, and Silas tsks at me like it’s my fault they’re driving me into the kind of ecstasy that doesn’t feel like sex anymore.
It feels like being devoured.
I’m not even sure when they came, or if they came, but the moment there are no hands on me, my legs give out, and I collapse onto the bed as if every bone in my body has gone liquid.
Kieran brushes my hair off my cheek and whispers, “You still with us?”
I nod slowly.
“Good,” Silas says, handing me a bottle of water. “We’re not done with you yet.”
I don’t ask how far they’ll go or for how long.
Because I already know the answer.
Wherever I let them, for however long I consent.
And right now?
I don’t want them to stop.
As they move around me, it feels like an intermission.
A fifteen-minute break to catch my breath and rehydrate.
I shift, testing my limbs, noting every achy, overworked muscle. It’s been too long since I’ve exercised, and my shaking thighs are tattling on me. But when Kieran leans over me, brushing the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone, I arch into him, craving more of this marathon.
“I need more,” I whisper.
He blinks a few times, as if that will hide the feral monster behind his eyes.
Jace kneels beside the bed, his hand stroking up my calf, lips grazing the skin of my thigh like he can’t stop himself from wanting to taste me. “Still greedy?”
“I’m not greedy,” I say, throat raw. “I’m starving.”
Silas chuckles, dark and low from where he stands, watching like a man trying to control himself. “Then we’ll feed you slowly this time.”
The couch was for pleasure.
This is for devotion.
Kieran lies on the bed beside me, head on the pillow as he studies my eyes. “You’ll tell us if it’s too much.”
I smirk. “It’s not too much.”
Jace laughs as he settles in on the other side. “She’s definitely still got energy.”
“We should remedy that,” Silas says, joining them last. “I want to hear every sound she makes while we use up the last of her energy.”
He palms my ankle, dragging me down the bed until I hang off the end, legs open and arms trapped above my head.
Throat exposed.
And he just… looks at me.
“What?” I breathe.
“You’re not real,” he mutters. “But you’re ours.”
Silas lowers himself between my legs and moves as if he has all the time in the world. He’s so patient I want to cry, his tongue torturous. Not once does he speed up or chase my release. He provokes me until I’m clawing at the sheets.
“You like being worshipped?” Kieran whispers beside me, his index finger drawing lazy circles around my nipple. “You like how we take turns breaking you open?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You’re ours, Eris.” Jace presses his lips to my shoulder, dragging them up my neck. “Don’t you know that by now?”
I turn to his mouth and kiss him as if it’s a confession I’m not quite ready to say aloud.
Silas slides inside me so slowly it can’t be anything other than possession, a claim so deep I shake. One stroke at a time, like he’s carving his name into my bones.
Jace holds my face. Kieran cradles my thigh, guiding me deeper onto Silas’s cock.
None of them rush.
They just take.
And I let them.
I give myself over, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have before. But I also let myself enjoy the loss of control, the soreness of being used, until I forget what it’s like not to have three men worshipping me with bruising mouths and reverent hands.
My final climax hits like a freight train, coaxed out over minutes of languid thrusts and whispered filth I barely hear. My nerves are a sizzling knot of fuses too close to an open flame. The sensation has tears pricking at my eyes, trying to squirm away from the sheer force of my release.
I collapse, boneless and trembling, arm thrown over my face as I suck in breath like I was drowning. Jace kisses the center of my chest. Kieran threads his fingers through mine, lips brushing my knuckles. Silas murmurs something against my thigh before his weight and warmth are gone.
The faucet in the bathroom turns on, triggering a recent memory, and Kieran grins against my hand.
It’s a strange feeling, to know with absolute certainty that you are where you were meant to be, that you’ll never want anyone else…
But that’s how I feel.
Now, I just need to… decide.
Am I telling them who I am?
Should I keep it a secret?
Do I want to keep lying to them?
Can I keep them?