Chapter 23 #2
"Let us take care of you," William says, his breath hot against my ear. "Show you how sorry I am for trying to cage you."
Travis kneels in front of us, his hands joining Knox's on my thighs. "You're shaking," he observes. "Good shaking or bad?"
"Good," I breathe. "So good. I've missed this. Missed all of you."
My dress pools around my waist as William peels it down, revealing the red lace I'd put on this morning with hope. Knox groans at the sight.
"Christmas colors," he says appreciatively. "You planned this."
"I hoped," I correct, gasping as William's mouth finds that spot on my neck that makes me melt.
They work in perfect coordination—Knox's hands exploring, William's mouth traveling along my shoulder, Travis watching with dark eyes as he strokes my calves. It's overwhelming in the best way, being the center of so much focused attention.
"Bedroom," William commands, and his authoritative tone gives me shivers.
They practically carry me upstairs, hands and mouths never stopping their exploration. By the time we reach the bed, I'm desperate for more.
"Please," I gasp as they arrange me on the bed.
"Please what?" Knox asks, already pulling his shirt off. "Tell us what you need, baby."
"All of you."
What follows is pure sensation. Three sets of hands mapping every inch of skin, three mouths taking turns making me gasp.
They've learned my body so well—Knox knows that spot on my neck that makes me moan, Travis knows exactly how to use his fingers to drive me wild, William knows that whispering filthy promises in my ear while the others touch me amplifies everything.
"So fucking perfect," Travis murmurs, watching my face as his fingers work magic.
"Our girl," Knox says, pressing kisses down my stomach. "Our beautiful, brilliant girl."
When Knox's mouth replaces Travis's fingers, I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. William catches my wrists, holding them gently but firmly above my head.
"Let go," he commands softly. "Let us devour you."
And I do. I let go of everything except the pleasure they're layering on me. When my first orgasm hits hard, Knox doesn't stop, holding my hips steady as I shake apart.
"That's one," he says wickedly. "I think we can do better than that though."
"Competition already?" Travis laughs, but he's moving to take Knox's place. "Fine. Challenge accepted."
They trade positions like this is natural—Knox moving up to kiss me deeply while Travis settles between my thighs. William releases my wrists only to trail his hands down my sides, finding all the sensitive spots that make me squirm.
"Too much," I gasp, but my body says otherwise, already climbing toward another peak.
"Never too much," William disagrees. "You deserve to be thoroughly ravished."
Travis hums his agreement and the vibration make me arch off the bed. Knox catches my hands this time, interlacing our fingers as Travis proves why he's the deliberate, thorough one. My second orgasm builds slower but hits harder, leaving me boneless and gasping.
"Beautiful," William murmurs, pressing kisses to my temple. "But I think you have more in you."
"William," I protest weakly.
"My turn," he says, voice rough with want. "I’ve been dreaming about making you fall apart over and over until you can't remember your own name."
He's intense and focused, using everything he's learned about my body to devastating effect. Knox and Travis don't disappear—they're there with touches and kisses and whispered encouragement as William proves that his attention to detail extends beyond his business moves.
"I want to feel you come again," he growls against my skin. "Want to watch you fall apart knowing we're yours, you're ours and nothing can separate us."
When the third orgasm hits, I actually scream, my body bowing off the bed as pleasure crashes through me. They hold me through it, murmuring praise and love and promises.
"I need all of you to fill me up," I manage when I can speak again.
They exchange looks, silently coordinating. William stretches out on his back, pulling me over him. I sink down on his cock with a moan, feeling complete for the first time in days. Knox moves behind me, his hands on my hips as he presses kisses down my spine.
"Is this okay?" he asks, making sure.
"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes."
He slowly lubes me up and the fullness I feel as he slowly pushes in is overwhelming. But Travis is there, kissing me through the adjustment, his hands gentle on my face.
"So perfect," he murmurs. "Taking us so well. Our perfect girl."
They find a rhythm that has me seeing stars, William driving up as Knox presses forward, Travis's hand between us adding the perfect pressure. It's almost too much—the physical sensation combined with the emotional weight of being so thoroughly claimed.
"Can't," I gasp. "I can't—"
"You can," William insists. "One more, love. Give us one more."
"Together," Knox adds, his movements becoming erratic. "I want to feel you come with us."
Travis's fingers speed up on my clit, and that's all it takes. I shatter completely, my body clenching around them as a fourth orgasm rips through me. They follow immediately—William with a growl, Knox shouts out my name, and Travis spills over my stomach with a groan.
We collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap and I start giggling. I’m not sure why—I think it’s because I just feel so light. I'm surrounded by warmth and love and the bone-deep satisfaction of being thoroughly claimed by the men I love.
"Definitely the best Christmas ever," Knox mumbles against my shoulder.
"Mhmm," is all I can manage.
William presses a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep, love. Take a little nap. We've got you."
"Always," Travis adds, pulling a blanket over our tangled bodies.
As I drift off, surrounded by these amazing men, I think about how far we've come. From that terrifying interview to this—messy, complicated, and somehow perfect.
Worth every challenge. Worth every fight.
Worth everything.