Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Novalee
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to enjoy my last night,” Levi announces as we all walk into the mansion from the garage. He grabs Ezra’s hand, who doesn’t resist when Levi tugs him forward. “Who knows what happens tomorrow? I’m gonna make the most of today.” Then, with a devilish smirk, he calls over his shoulder as he pulls Ezra toward the stairs, “I’d say you guys do that too.”
Koen stops at the base of the stairs. “Dove?”
Levi pauses halfway up, turning his head to glance back. “Yes?”
“How about you guys stay in your room for the rest of the night?”
“Haven’t planned anything else, brother.” He winks, then tugs Ezra up the stairs again. “Come on, Ezy baby. Fuck me like it’s our last night on Earth.”
Ezra sputters, his ears going bright red, and a laugh bursts out of me at the sight.
God, I love this. Love that this is finally happening.
Levi’s laughter echoes down the stairway, followed by a muffled protest from Ezra. Then the door clicks shut behind them, leaving the rest of us standing in the low light of the foyer, wrapped in silence.
Koen clears his throat and gestures toward the living room. “Come on.”
We follow him inside, and the room feels too quiet compared to the noise of moments before. Sylus plops down on one end of the couch and pulls me down next to him, his arm draping lazily over my shoulder.
Koen sinks into the couch across from us, stretching his legs out, one ankle crossed over his knee, while Ace and Nicholas each take one of the armchairs flanking the couches.
The room is bathed in a low glow, and the silence stretches long between us, not uncomfortable but thick.
I glance around at Sylus’s amused grin, Nicholas’s smile, Koen’s intense gaze, and Ace’s smirk, and I feel it—a warmth in my chest.
Love.
This is what love feels like.
For all the chaos and uncertainty, we have this .
Anticipation thrums in the air, making my skin buzz, but I don’t know what to say. My mind scrambles for something, anything, to break the tension. “So… do you guys want to watch some MasterChef? ”
The question lands awkwardly in the space between us. Sylus blinks, then bursts out laughing, his head tilting back. Nicholas chuckles, and Koen’s gaze softens with amusement.
“Seriously?” Ace asks, raising an eyebrow, though there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes too.
I shrug. “What? It’s a classic.”
“Sparkle baby, we can watch MasterChef later.” Sylus’s lips brush my ear. “But something tells me none of us came in here for the TV.”
The silence thickens again, and I meet Koen’s dark eyes. He doesn’t say anything. He simply watches me, and it only adds to the growing tension. In a good way.
Seconds stretch, and the heat of his stare crawls over my skin. My heart pounds harder, and I start to squirm.
Why does he have to look at me like that?
The corner of his mouth twitches like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “Come here.”
My body moves to stand of its own accord, drawn to him like always. But as I start to walk toward him, Sylus’s hands shoot out, gripping my hips and yanking me into his lap with a playful roughness that makes me yelp. His arms coil around my stomach, locking me in place, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder.
“Hey!” I protest, squirming in his grip, though I don’t really want to escape.
Sylus chuckles, his breath hot against my neck. “ Boundaries check.”
“What?”
“There are four guys here, Sparkle. Maybe we should make sure everyone’s on board, and you’re comfortable before we do… anything.”
Ace’s low chuckle rumbles from the side. “You’re talking to Trouble personified.”
“Yeah, I know.” I feel Sylus’s grin widen against my skin as he presses a kiss to the side of my throat, just beneath my ear. “This girl doesn’t have any boundaries because she’s a fucking freak.”
I swat at his head, half laughing. “Oh, shut up .”
His laughter vibrates through me when I shift slightly to look at him, but then his tone drops into something more serious. “But my guy, Ric, here…” He glances at Ace. “He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone but her. Is that going to fly?”
“We know that.” Koen leans back in his chair. “And it’s no problem. We’ll be mindful.”
Sylus’s gaze shifts to Nicholas, eyes narrowing with that teasing intensity only he can pull off. “I was more worried about the new guy. ”
Nicholas snorts. “No offense, Alaric, but I wasn’t planning on touching you anyway.”
“Same here.” A smile tugs at Ace’s lips. “Thanks, man.”
“Good.” Sylus nods, his energy tempered with a rare seriousness. “Koen, what about you?”
“As long as you guys keep your hands on her, I’m good.”
“Fair,” Sylus hums, clearly approving. Then his gaze flicks to Nicholas, studying the hesitation in his expression. “ Short King ?” Nicholas’s eyes shift between Koen and me, apparently searching for guidance. “Huh…” Sylus drawls, his brow lifting as if he’s just put something together. “Now that’s interesting.”
“We could use Koen’s stoplight system,” I offer quickly to ensure Nicholas doesn’t get too uncomfortable under Sylus’s scrutiny.
“What’s that?” Ace asks.
“We’ll check in with her and each other,” Koen explains. “When I ask for your color, you say green if you’re enjoying things, yellow if you’re getting unsure, and red if you want to stop immediately. And, of course, you can call out your color even if no one asks.”
Sylus nods. “I like that.”
Koen’s gaze flicks to Nicholas. “Consent isn’t fixed. If you find a new boundary, you can always pull back.”
“Yeah.” Nicholas exhales slowly, his shoulders relaxing. “I’m good with that.”
Sylus kisses the top of my head. “All right, sounds like a plan.”
“What about you?” Koen asks Sylus. “What are your boundaries?”
“He doesn’t have boundaries.” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “He has kinks.”
Koen raises an eyebrow, intrigue curling through his expression. “Kinks?” He eyes Sylus. “What kind of kinks?”
“You little minx,” Sylus growls out playfully, his teeth sinking lightly into the side of my throat, making me pull up my shoulder in defense.
“What?” I smirk, my voice dripping with innocence. “If you’re going to air my dirty laundry, I’m airing yours.”
“Okay, now I’m curious too.” Ace leans in. “What kind of kink?”
“Somnophilia.” Sylus shrugs.
“Somno- what ?” Ace frowns.
Koen’s brows knit together, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “You’re drugging her?”
“No!” I snort, shaking my head. “He just… plays with me while I’m asleep. Consensually .”
“And you don’t notice?” Koen furrows his brows.
“I wake up eventually. ” I shrug, but the heat rises to my cheeks. “Although, that’s part of the fun. At least for me.”
“So you’re into fucking her when she’s unconscious?” Koen asks, but there is no judgment in his tone, only curiosity.
“It’s not about her being unconscious.” I shoot him a look. “I mean, yes , but…” Sylus pauses, pushing my hair from my shoulder. “It’s about trust. The stillness. Knowing she’ll feel everything in the morning.” He nuzzles my neck before he shrugs again. “It’s hard to explain.”
Ace shifts, his eyes darkening as he adjusts himself, and I turn to see Sylus’s grin turning smug.
Koen taps his fingers on his thigh, thoughtful. “I think I could help with that.”
“What?” Sylus and I say in unison.
What in the world?
A slow smirk curves Koen’s lips. “I promised never to hypnotize you again, Little Thief, but—”
“ Oh my God ,” I cut him off, excitement buzzing through me. “You would put me in a trance for him?”
“I mean, if you both want it.”
I turn back to Sylus and nod eagerly, and he lets out a shaky laugh.
“ God, yes . Please. Fuck , I love you, brother.”
Koen chuckles at our enthusiasm. “It’ll be fun. You’ll hear and feel everything, but you won’t be able to move.” He furrows his brow again. “It’s a lot of trust, though.”
“I want it,” I say quickly, the conviction in my words leaving no room for doubt. My gaze sweeps over all of them. “I trust you. All of you. And if anyone else wants to give it a try, I’m okay with that.”
The words hang in the air, a hint of vulnerability lacing my confidence.
God, does that sound weird?
Does anybody else want to use me while I’m defenseless?
A slow heat creeps up my spine.
Yeah, I definitely have a problem.
And I don’t want a cure.
Koen looks to Ace and Nicholas, checking their reactions. Ace shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “I mean, I think I’d like to try if you’re okay with that, Trouble?”
I nod. “Very okay.”
“I don’t. I’m sorry. I prefer her awake.” Nicholas smiles sheepishly.
“I can switch her between trance and awareness,” Koen suggests.
Fuck, I’m pretty sure my G-string is soaked.
Sylus’s arms tighten around me as if he knows. “Switching it up sounds like fun.” His excitement is tangible in the quickening of his heartbeat against my back, his hardness under me, and it sends a thrill through me.
“All right, so… what do we have in mind?” I ask.
“Sy, why don’t you give her a little warm-up?” Koen’s lips quirk into a half-smile as he leans back in the armchair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. “We’ll take things from there.”
Sylus lets out a laugh that stirs the hair on the back of my head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Before I can protest— or encourage him —his teeth sink into the side of my throat, the pressure causing my breath to catch. His hand slides under my shirt before he lifts it over my head.
When he reaches for my tits, he pauses. “These damn things.” His thumb brushes over the edge of one pastie, and I can feel the smirk in his voice. “Such a tease.”
Oops. I forgot about them.
I hook my fingers under the edges of both pasties and rip them off in one swift motion. The burn stings, and I let out a hiss at the sensation.
Koen growls low in his throat while Nicholas and Ace both suck in sharp breaths.
“Jesus, Sparkle.” Sylus chuckles from his spot behind me. “Fucking stop mistreating your nipples like that!” His thumbs brush over the still-burning skin with a touch that’s somehow soothing and maddening all at once. “Better?”
A shiver runs through me as his thumbs circle slow, featherlight patterns. “Mmm…”
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush my ear. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re trembling for me.”
Then Sylus makes quick work of my sweatpants with a little help from me before his hand slides down my stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of my G-string.
A moan slips from my lips as he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers gliding through the wetness pooling between my thighs. He groans, his forehead pressing into the crook of my shoulder. “So ready for us, aren’t you?”
I nod, my breath hitching as he circles my clit with teasing precision. My hips roll instinctively, chasing the pressure, but he pulls back just enough to drive me wild. “Patience, baby.”
His other hand is still on my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and my body arches into his touch, a helpless sound escaping me.
Sylus glances over at Ace, who’s watching us with intense, quiet hunger.
“Hey, Ric,” he drawls. “Think you could give me a hand here? Or rather, tongue ?”
Ace’s eyes flick to mine, searching for permission. At the same time, Koen asks, “Color?”
“Green,” I pant out, my pulse pounding in anticipation.
Ace moves toward us, dropping to his knees in front of me. Then his hands slide up my thighs, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my G-string, pulling it off while his ice-blue eyes are intently on me.
Fuck.
“All right, Sparkle baby,” Sylus drawls as he puts my legs over his knees, spreading me wide. “Let’s show Ric how you like it.”
The retort is on the tip of my tongue, that Ace knew how I liked it long before Sylus, but the words dissolve into nothing as Ace moves in. His mouth replaces Sylus’s fingers with a confidence that steals my breath, the first stroke of his tongue over my clit sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
A gasp tears from my throat as my fingers curl into his hair, and Sylus’s arms tighten around me, holding me steady.
“Yeah, just like that, Ric,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “A little slower now. Make her squirm.”
Ace follows his instructions to perfection, his tongue moving in slow strokes that make my toes curl. My body trembles as the pleasure builds, and Sylus’s fingers tweak my nipples, adding layers to the sensation until it’s as if I’m about to unravel.
“That’s it,” Sylus encourages. “Feel how she’s trembling? She’s close.”
Ace hums against me, and my hips jerk involuntarily, chasing that edge of bliss that teeters just out of reach. He nips at my clit, and I shatter, my body arching, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure detonates through me.
Ace’s movements slow, but Sylus’s voice cuts through the haze. “Don’t stop. When she comes, that’s when you wrap your arms around her thighs and show no mercy.”
Ace does just that, grabbing my thighs and returning to me, merciless and thorough. His tongue and lips drag out every pulse and tremor until I’m a trembling mess in Sylus’s arms.
“Wait,” I whimper, weakly tugging at Ace’s hair. “Too much.”
Ace pulls back immediately, his eyes wide with concern, his lips glistening as he looks up at me. “Shit, you all right?”
Sylus chuckles softly, his hand brushing damp strands of hair from my face. “Oh, she’s more than all right. Sparkle doesn’t break that easily.”
I sag back against Sylus, my breaths still coming in shallow bursts, but the pounding in my chest is already steadying.
Ace rises to his feet, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You’re sure you’re okay, Trouble?”
“More than okay.” I close my eyes and let out a soft laugh.
“Color?”
“Green.” My eyes flutter open to meet Koen’s steady gaze. “So fucking green.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Ready for more?”
The challenge in his voice makes my pulse quicken again, and I sit up straighter, the lingering haze of bliss replaced by fresh anticipation. “Always…”
Koen turns to Nicholas. “Lose the clothes, Nico.”
Nicholas swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he hesitates before reaching for the hem of his shirt. He peels it off, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. His jeans and boxers follow, pooling at his feet, and he kicks them off along with his socks.
When he straightens, he’s bare, his beautiful cock already hard and leaking.
My messy boy.
Koen’s gaze slides back to me, a dark smirk curling his lips. “How about you take him first since he likes you awake?”
Heat surges through me as I get up from Sylus’s lap and walk toward Nicholas, giving him a gentle push when I reach him. He falls back into the armchair behind him, his heartbeat thudding rapidly beneath my fingertips as I follow him, straddling his lap. His hands grip the armrests, and my knees sink into the plush cushion on either side of his hips.
When his cock presses against my core, a whimper escapes him.
“You want me?”
“God, y-yes,” he shudders out.
I reach between us, stroking him and guiding him to my entrance. Then, I sink down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite—he fills me so well that my toes curl. Nicholas’s head falls back, a broken moan escaping his lips as his hands come up to grip my waist, holding on as if he might shatter.
I roll my hips, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his jaw slackens, and the sight of him surrendering to me sends a thrill through my veins. “That’s it.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me ride you.”
His eyes snap open, glazed with desire, and his hands tremble as they explore my body, gliding up to my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I moan, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. “You’re doing so good for me.” I gasp out. “Such a good boy.”
“Fuck, I want to be her good boy, too,” comes from Sylus, but I ignore him.
Nicholas presses kisses along my throat. “You feel… so perfect.”
I cup his face, guiding his gaze back to mine. “Touch me, Nico.”
His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit while his eyes stay locked on mine as he moves beneath me, his hips rising to meet each roll of mine. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
I arch my back, grinding down harder, relishing the way his cock fills me so perfectly, hitting all the right places. His fingers on my clit press firmer now, his movements more confident as he matches the rhythm of my hips. A low moan escapes me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders for leverage.
“Damn, pretty boy. Didn’t know you could look so fucking desperate. You’re holding back, aren’t you? Go on. Give in.” Sylus chuckles, but we both ignore him.
“You feel that?” I pant, leaning down so my lips brush his ear. “Feel how you’re making me fall apart?”
His breath stutters as his restraint slips, his control unraveling with every sound I make, every desperate grind of my body against his.
“Fuck,” he groans out, his hips bucking and driving his length deeper.
My thighs burn, but my pace doesn’t falter. I ride him harder, chasing the climax that’s just out of reach. The hand on my hip slides up my spine until it’s tangling in my hair, pulling me into a desperate kiss that steals my breath.
It’s consuming, the heat of everyone’s gaze on me, the nervous anticipation of what’s to come. Nicholas tightens his hold in my hair, and my legs start to tremble. I break the kiss, needing breath, and I bite my lip, my nails raking down his chest. Red marks trail in their wake, claiming him.
“Yes…” I gasp, my body trembling. “Just like that.”
He slides his hands under my arms only to hold my shoulders, controlling my movement. His thrusts become erratic as I tighten around him, riding him harder, faster, chasing that edge.
And then I fall.
Pleasure crashes through me, my walls clenching around him, making me cry out. Nicholas’s body stiffens beneath me, his breath catching as he follows me over the edge. He groans, his hips jerking up as he spills inside me, his fingers gripping me so firmly it will probably bruise, but I don’t care.
I collapse onto his chest, panting. When I catch my breath, I press a kiss to his pecs, whispering, “You’re perfect.” A shy, breathless smile curls his lips as I brush my thumb over his lower one, my gaze locking onto his. “Now, be good and clean up the mess you made for the others.”
A sharp inhale comes from Koen, and then there’s the unmistakable sound of someone stroking himself.
Nicholas’s cheeks flush, but he nods. Then he holds me to his chest as he stands, turning me so he can lay me down on the chair. He sinks to his knees between my thighs, and I open them farther to give him better access. Nicholas’s tongue flicks out to taste our joint release, and the first swipe makes me shudder, my fingers threading through his hair.
He licks me slowly, reverently, cleaning every trace of himself. When he’s done, he lifts his head, his gaze locked onto mine as he opens his mouth. A trail of cum glistens on his tongue.
“Give it to me.” He pushes himself up and leans in, his lips brushing mine as he lets it drip onto my tongue. I eagerly swallow, kissing him deeply and tasting the mingling of us. “Such a good boy.”
A chorus of low groans echoes around the room, and I lift my gaze past Nicholas to see Sylus, Koen, and Ace standing behind him. They’re all naked now, their cocks hard and eyes blazing with heat.
“Why the fuck was that so hot?” Sylus breathes out.
“Right?” Koen nods, a dark smile playing on his lips. “I love the way they play.”
Ace doesn’t say anything, but the intensity in his eyes speaks volumes.
I smile, my heart pounding, my body still thrumming with pleasure as Nicholas stands and pulls me up.
“Well, boys,” I say teasingly. “Who’s next?”
Koen’s eyes glimmer with dark promise as he steps forward. “How about we take this upstairs to a bed?”
Sylus grins, coming to stand beside me and putting an arm around my waist. “Which one?”
“Mine,” Koen replies, and Sylus shifts, his hands tightening before he lifts me over his shoulder with a playful growl. A squeal escapes my lips, and I squirm, my laughter bouncing off the walls.
He only chuckles, his palm gliding over my thighs, gripping me securely. One of his fingers trails higher, slipping between my legs and finding my entrance, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers as he carries me up the stairs.
“Sylus!” I gasp, half in delight, half in protest.
“Can’t have you cooling down, Sparkle. Ace and Nicholas did such a good job warming you up. It’d be a shame to waste it.”
Fuck.
By the time we reach Koen’s room, I’m a trembling mess again, my skin humming with need. Sylus sets me down, his fingers slipping out of me with one last teasing stroke. My legs wobble, but he steadies me, his mischievous smile softening into something almost tender.
“Sit down in the chair,” Koen tells Nicholas. “Watch. If you get hard again, you’re allowed to join us. But there’s no pressure.”
Nicholas swallows, his cheeks flushing, but he nods, moving to the chair. My chest tightens with warmth at how Koen respects his boundaries while guiding him. It mirrors the way Sylus watches out for Ace, ensuring everyone’s boundaries are honored.
My beautiful, complicated, caring guys.
Koen’s attention shifts back to me. He steps in close, his fingers brushing my cheek. “Trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer comes without hesitation.
“And you consent to us touching and pleasuring you while you’re in a trance?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Christ.” Sylus groans as he strokes himself. “I can’t wait to feel her clench down on me. Hurry the fuck up, Koen.”
I huff a laugh, but Koen’s gaze makes me sober up again.
“You consent to us using you for our pleasure while you’re in a trance?”
Oh. My. God.
I nod quickly. “Use me.”
His brow lifts. “Words, precious.”
“Fuck… yes, I consent.”
“Good.” His fingers close around my wrist, and then he lifts his hand, his knuckles brushing my forehead. “ Sleep. ”
The word drifts over me, and my mind sinks. Then the world blurs, and my body sways forward. My head comes to rest against his naked chest, and a deep calm settles over me. I’m aware, floating in the warmth of their presence, but my limbs feel heavy, immovable.
“You’re fine.” Koen’s hand glides over my hair. “You’re safe. You’ll hear and feel everything we do to you, but you can’t move. You’ll stay in a trance until I tell you to wake up.”
I drift, held in that space of perfect trust and surrender. When Koen’s arms lower me onto the bed with such gentle care, it contrasts sharply with the electricity sparking under my skin.
The cool sheets cradle my body, and my eyes stay closed, unable to open. I feel his hands pull away, leaving my skin aching for contact. A shiver rolls through me, goose bumps blooming across my flesh.
“Fuck, that’s it?” Sylus’s voice is rough with awe and desire, the mattress dipping as he joins me. Then his fingers stroke up my thigh. “She’s just… like this now? She can feel this?”
“She feels everything,” Koen confirms. “And she hears us. Go on. Fuck her. But only a few thrusts. I want to wake her up and see how it feels for her.”
Sylus’s mouth brushes against my stomach, making me want to arch into him, but my body remains still, pliant. He grips the backs of my knees, lifting my legs and spreading me open.
Koen groans from my right, the sound low and guttural, like he’s barely keeping himself in check.
Holy shit.
“God, baby,” Sylus murmurs. “This is even better than when you’re asleep.”
His cock nudges at my entrance, the head pushing in slowly, stretching me open. The fullness is exquisite, overwhelming, and I want to moan, to rock my hips and meet him, but all I can do is feel while my body remains slack.
He sinks in deeper, groaning low in his throat. “Knowing you’re aware… that you can feel every inch of me, but you can’t move… fuck, Sparkle .”
He withdraws almost completely before thrusting back in, his pace controlled, each stroke rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me. My mind floats, drunk on sensation, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.
“ Wake up. ”
Koen taps my forehead, and I surface with a gasp, my eyes flying open as a moan tears from my throat. My body clenches around Sylus’s cock, the intensity amplified by my return to awareness.
“Fuck,” Sylus almost whimpers. “You okay, baby?”
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my fingers digging into the sheets. “Please, don’t stop.”
A wicked grin curls his lips, and he thrusts into me again. “Your wish is my command.”
The friction sends sparks shooting through me, and my hips move of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure, and my vision blurs at the edges.
“So… it’s good?”
I manage a breathless laugh, my body a riot of sensation. “It’s fucking amazing. Surrendering like this… being fucked like this… I don’t even have the words.”
Sylus’s eyes darken, his thumb pressing harder against my clit, drawing a desperate moan from me. “Again?”
“Yes. And don’t hold back. I want to know what you do to me while I’m out of it.”
Sylus’s grin turns feral as Koen’s fingers slide under my jaw to tilt my face up to his. His lips crash against mine, claiming my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath. He nips my bottom lip hard, the sting mingling with the pleasure, making me gasp.
“ Sleep, ” he commands, his finger tapping my forehead.
I fall again, drifting into the darkness of the trance. My body melts, boneless and open, as Koen’s words anchor me.
“You’re safe. Feel what we do to you.”
“God, your pussy’s perfect.” Sylus’s hands tighten around my thighs, holding me open for him as he starts to thrust again, harder this time. “So tight, so fucking good for me.”
I feel everything, the stretch, the push and pull of him, but I can’t react. My body stays still, trapped in this intoxicating surrender. It’s a paradox, really. My mind spins wildly with pleasure while my body remains motionless.
Sylus’s mouth is hot and demanding as it closes over my nipple. He sucks, his teeth grazing the peak, and if I could arch into him, I would. The heat coils tighter inside me while his mouth trails up, his teeth scraping along my throat before he bites down, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. My mind screams with sensation, but my body remains lax.
The contrast is dizzying, surreal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he groans out, his hips snapping even harder now. “Letting me have you… trusting me… I swear it’s too fucking hot.”
His hand slides between us again, his fingers finding my clit. My body wants to tremble, to buck while the pleasure builds, but I can’t move, can’t pant, can’t chase it.
“Fuck, baby,” Sylus growls. “You’re close. I can feel it.”
A strangled groan rips from his throat, and through the fog of my pleasure, I hear him choke out, “Shit, Koen, wake her up.”
“ Wake up. ” Koen pulls me back to the surface just as the orgasm detonates. I gasp, my lungs finally dragging in air as the pleasure tears through me, my body shaking, clenching around Sylus as he thrusts deep one last time. A broken moan escapes him as he spills inside me, his warmth flooding me and mixing with Nicholas’s release.
The realization causes me to shudder, and my hips jolt as a tremor racks my body.
A rough groan tears from Ace’s throat, and when I glance up, his head is tipped back, his jaw tight, his body tense like a man on the edge of ruin.
Sylus rests his forehead against mine, bringing my focus back to him as his hands still cradle my thighs.
“You’re my person.” I whisper as he leans back to meet my gaze, and I push some dark hair from his almost molten silver eyes.
“And you’re mine,” he whispers back against my lips, kissing me softly.
When he pulls out slowly, a satisfied groan slips from his lips, but the sudden emptiness makes me ache.
I still want more.
Koen’s eyes meet mine, a knowing glint sparking in their depths. “Color?”
“Green. Very fucking green.”
He chuckles, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. Then his gaze shifts to Ace, a question lingering between them. “Ric, still want to give it a try?”
Ace steps forward and leans down, his mouth hovering over mine. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, my lips grazing his. “It’s so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Fine. Let’s try this then.”
Koen’s fingers find my nipple, giving it a sharp pinch that makes my breath catch. Just as the jolt of sensation courses through me, he taps my forehead and murmurs, “ Sleep. Feel safe and feel what Ric does to you.”
A wave of calm rolls through me once again, my body relaxing into the bed, my eyes drifting shut. The push and pull of sensations is addictive, leaving me wanting more.
Sylus’s heavy breathing is the only sound in the room, the kind of sound that makes my skin prickle with awareness.
Ace’s touch is different. Slower, almost reverent. His hands glide over my body, his fingertips brush over my hips, the curve of my waist, lingering on the Ace of Hearts tattoo. A kiss lands softly on my neck, then another on my cheek, each touch gentle, full of meaning that makes my heart swell.
My skin prickles with desire, the need building again like an ember catching fire. As if he senses it, Ace’s fingers slide lower, teasing through my slit.
“Don’t stop,” Sylus’s voice comes from somewhere close. “Our girl can’t get enough of us.”
Koen hums softly from beside me as he strokes the side of my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You think she can take more?”
“Oh, I know her well enough to know she would say yes.” Sylus snickers.
Ace shifts above me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him completely. His cock slides against my entrance, teasing, building the tension until it’s unbearable.
Something glides over my lips, soft as velvet, and I smell vanilla and spices.
“ Open, ” Koen demands. “Keep your mouth open for me, relax your throat, and breathe through your nose.”
My body obeys instantly, my lips parting, my tongue peeking out as he presses against me, filling my mouth inch by inch. I couldn’t close my mouth if I wanted to, and that thought alone sends a thrill through me.
Ace thrusts forward at the same moment, sinking deep inside me, a groan tearing from him as he bottoms out. The force of it pushes me farther onto Koen’s cock, and the sensation is overwhelming in the best way.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs, his hand cupping the back of my head as he begins to move. “Take all of me.”
Nicholas groans and hisses a low “Fuck,” and I know all their eyes are on me.
Ace’s thrusts are slow, while Koen’s hips rock in time with his, and I’m caught between them, helpless in the best way as pleasure surges through me.
They’re using me for their pleasure like I’m a fucking doll, and I love every second of it.
“Fuck,” Koen groans out, his fingers tightening in my hair, still gentle, still controlled. “I get why you’re into this, Sy. She looks so fucking perfect like this.”
Fingers find my clit, making the pressure inside build higher again, my senses overwhelmed by the heat of them, the scent of skin and sweat, the low, needy sounds they make as they lose themselves in me.
Ace’s pace quickens, his hand pressing against my hip to keep me steady as he pounds into me harder, his fingers rubbing my clit just right, while Koen’s thrusts become shallow before he pulls out, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Such a good girl for us . ”
I want to moan, to gasp, to beg him not to stop, but my body is still trapped in this exquisite surrender, even if inside, I’m close to the edge again.
“Now,” Sylus growls out.
“ Wake up. ”
My body jolts to life, a loud moan tearing from my throat, my hands clenching the sheets as the orgasm wracks me. Ace shudders above me, a broken moan escaping as he drives deep, his release following mine.
“Holy shit.” My chest heaves, my limbs trembling, the world spinning as I come back to myself. “That was… incredible.”
Ace’s lips curve into a smile, his eyes softening as he brushes a kiss against my temple. “ You’re incredible.”
Ace pulls out slowly while kissing down my body, the warmth of Nicholas’s, Sylus’s, and Ace’s combined releases dripping from me. My muscles are loose from pleasure and overstimulation.
But even in my haze, my eyes find Koen.
He stands at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Nicholas, who’s still watching. “Still good?”
Nicholas nods, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Next to him, Sylus leans against the wall with his arms crossed, his smirk softening into something tender despite his dick already being half hard again. Ace sits down on the desk chair, panting, his eyes half lidded.
Koen’s shadow falls over me as he searches my face. “Are you done, precious?”
I quickly shake my head. My limbs are heavy, my body spent, but the fire under my skin still burns.
His eyes flicker with hesitation. “You look done.”
Frustration flares inside me, and I push up onto my elbows. “Now you’re telling me how I feel?”
“I can always tell how you feel.”
“Then tell me,” I challenge, sitting up and meeting his gaze head-on. “Tell me how I feel.”
His eyes search mine, the tension in his shoulders unraveling as understanding dawns. Concern flickers, but it’s quickly overtaken by a smoldering heat. “ Fuck. ”
I know he sees it, that raw, aching need. The craving for him to take me the way he does. A way that leaves no doubt of who’s in control.
“I want you.” The words hang between us—a challenge and a plea.
Koen’s fingers brush along my cheek before he grips my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His lips are a whisper away from mine. “You want me to own you?”
Fucking hell.
“Yes.”
He captures my mouth, the kiss claiming, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His other hand cradles the back of my head, anchoring me in place as the slow burn builds in my core again.
He bites my lip hard, then pulls back, murmuring against them. “ Sleep. ” My body relaxes into his arms, my eyes slipping shut. “You’re safe.” He lowers me back to the bed, his thumb stroking my jaw. “Feel how I own you, precious.”
Koen’s hands slide up my legs, gripping behind my knees as he lifts them to his chest. Then, he thrusts into me hard, stealing the air from my lungs.
But I can’t gasp, can’t moan.
“Look at you. Taking me so well.” His grip tightens around my legs, pulling me closer, harder. The pressure, the fullness, it’s dizzying. My mind floats, tethered only by the sensations flooding my body.
“ Wake up. ”
I suck in a sharp breath as I come back to awareness, my eyes snapping open. Koen’s gaze locks onto mine, molten heat and fierce control swirling together, his pace unrelenting as he fucks me hard.
A low, strangled sound comes from Ace.
“Color?” he rasps, sweat beading along his brow.
“Green,” I gasp, the word spilling out in a breathless moan.
A wicked smile curves his lips, and then his teeth sink into my ankle. The jolt of sharp sensations makes my core tighten.
“ Sleep. ”
The world dims again, but the pleasure stays. I’m weightless, adrift in sensation as Koen pulls out, and I’m being shifted, moved like a doll. My stomach meets the bed, my head turned to the side, my cheek against the sheets.
He’s behind me as his hand threads into my hair, pressing me into the mattress. “You’re so damn sexy.”
He thrusts into me again, the angle making everything tighter, sharper. Each of his movements pushes me into the mattress—the friction delicious—while his hand in my hair anchors me, pulling just enough to send sparks through my body.
“Damn, Koen. I didn’t realize we could play rough like this when she’s under. This opens a whole new world, Sparkle.”
A flicker of amusement brushes against my consciousness, but I’m too far gone to react.
“That’s it. Take everything I give you.” Koen’s grunts are rough, the sound vibrating through me as he praises me. “Every inch, every thrust. So damn good for me.”
The pull on my hair intensifies, and then his arm slides under me, pulling me upright. My back presses against his chest, my head lolling onto his shoulder.
His breath is hot against my ear. “ Wake up. ”
The word is a command and a release. I moan as awareness crashes back into my body, my hands flying to his arm around my chest, clutching his forearm desperately. But still, he doesn’t stop thrusting into me.
“Color?”
“G-green.”
“Good girl, precious,” he growls out, the words vibrating through my body. “You’re going to come for me one last time.”
A low groan is followed by a muffled “Fuck” from Sylus like he just lost the ability to think like I did.
I’m molten, weightless, suspended between pleasure and exhaustion. Each thrust sends delicious sensations through me, but the thought of another climax seems impossible.
My head lolls back against his shoulder, and I pant. “I… I don’t think I can.”
Koen’s teeth nip my earlobe, sharp enough to make my breath hitch. His fingers graze my forehead. “ Sleep. ”
The world falls away, and I’m adrift again. Floating, held together by the force that is Koen Lane driving into me.
A shaky breath escapes Nicholas, followed by the softest, most desperate whimper, like he’s barely holding himself together.
My body stays upright, pinned by Koen’s relentless grip, my muscles slack, my mind a kaleidoscope of sensation.
“Sy,” Koen grits out. “She thinks she can’t come again. Want to help me prove our girl wrong?”
A dark chuckle rumbles from Sylus, and the bed dips as he joins us on it. I hate that I can’t open my eyes and see what he’s doing, what he…
His tongue is hot and wet, gliding over my clit. A silent scream shatters through my mind. The combination of Koen’s deep thrusts and Sylus’s expert tongue sends fireworks exploding behind my closed eyes. I want to thrash, to beg, to moan, but my body stays still. I’m a prisoner to this delicious torment.
Koen’s hips snap against me, his rhythm faltering as he fights for control while Sylus laps at me, unhurried and thorough, apparently not giving a flying fuck that traces of Nicholas’s, his, and Ace’s cum are leaking out of me, which only makes this ten times hotter.
His tongue flicks lower, and I feel a jolt of sensation where Koen’s cock is buried inside me.
“ Jesus… focus , man,” Koen grunts out.
Did he just… lick the base of Koen’s dick?
“Sorry,” Sylus murmurs, though the smirk in his voice says he’s anything but.
A laugh bubbles up somewhere deep inside me, but it dissolves into a wave of pleasure as Sylus’s mouth returns to my clit and sucks it between his lips, pushing me closer to the edge. My nerves are frayed, my body a live wire, and yet the orgasm builds again.
I’m screaming in my head, my mind fracturing into white-hot ecstasy. My insides clamp down, pulsing around Koen, and he groans. “ Wake up. ”
The command shatters the trance, and I come crashing back to reality. My eyes fly open as the orgasm rips through me. My body shudders violently, and my hand reaches out to fly into Sylus’s hair, pulling his face away from my overstimulated pussy. He chuckles, standing from the bed.
Koen’s thrusts stutter, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives deep one final time, spilling inside me with a ragged curse.
I collapse forward, boneless and trembling. Koen follows, his weight careful as he peppers kisses along the sweaty curve of my neck, then my shoulder blades. He pulls out of me, and I can’t stop the shiver as warmth trickles down my thighs.
The combined cum of my men.
Fuck.
Koen kisses my shoulder once more before his weight leaves me completely.
“Come on, Trouble.” The sound of running water echoes in the room, and when I lift my heavy eyelids, Ace is there, smiling softly as his arms slip under me. He lifts me effortlessly into a bridal carry, and my head comes to rest against his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
We pass Nicholas in the doorway, who wordlessly reaches out to brush my foot, his touch a reassurance. The bathroom glows with soft light, steam curling in the air as exhaustion pulls at me, but there is also insecurity. Maybe this was a one-sided, otherworldly experience for me.
Maybe they didn’t feel the same?
“You were so good for us, precious,” Koen praises from somewhere beside me, having read my thoughts again.
Fucking mentalist.
“You did amazing, Trouble,” Ace reassures me, too, as we step into the bathroom, only the two of us inside. “I was worried this would be too much, but… damn. You’re everything. This, us , it feels like we’ve fallen into place, right where we were always meant to be.”
“We found it, Ace,” I agree in a whisper.
His lips press against my forehead, a gentle benediction. “Sleep, Trouble.”
And this time, it’s not a command to fall into a trance but a blessing.
I let the world fade away, safe in the knowledge that whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve found a home for us.