Chapter 17 Naomi #2
He's right. Someone's getting ruined. And based on the way they're looking at me, I'm first in line.
Felix’s hand slips a lower, where Liam’s already wrecking me. They fall into a rhythm without talking, one of going inside me, the other easing, circling with his tongue. My thighs clamp on a particularly direct stroke, and they both groan.
“Naomi,” he says, voice muffled against my skin. “You’re—fuck.”
I can’t form words. My head falls back against Silas’s thigh, his hand catching my chin to keep my mouth tilted up for him. He steals another kiss, swallowing the little sounds I can’t quite hold in as Felix and Liam keep working me higher and higher.
Heat coils low and tight and insistent. The kind of desperate climb that usually ends with me alone in a dark apartment, hand between my own thighs.
Not this time.
I reach blindly for Felix’s swim trunks, fingers fumbling over his erection, needing to do something, needing to give back, needing—
He catches my wrist gently, brings my knuckles to his mouth and kisses them, slow. “Why don’t you let us keep taking care of you for now."
A helpless little whimper slips out of me at the promise in his tone…
And I break.
“Fuck” I scream, my hips bucking wildly against Liam's mouth.
He doesn't stop. He hums against me, drinking me down as I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, washing away the control, the lawyer, the fixer. My walls clamp down on Felix’s fingers, my nails dig into Silas’s forearms, and I drown in the sensation of being surrounded, and completely undone.
“That’s it, angel,” Silas murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with pride.
Liam finally pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Now let's get you more comfortable," Felix says, his voice low. "In a proper room."
My whimper is answer enough. Silas scoops me up, one arm under my knees and one around my back, while Felix and Liam fall in on either side as we spill out of the sauna.
* * *
We rush past their rooms and stop in front of the locked door.
Silas shifts me in his arms with ridiculous ease, then reaches up, feeling along the top of the doorframe.
He grabs something and brings it down, a key. His gaze is heavy, dark with promise. “Are you sure you're up for this, Naomi?”
My heart is pounding but my voice is steady. “If I were going to change my mind, I wouldn’t have let you carry me down the hall.”
Something hungry through his eyes. He turns back, slides the key into the lock, and the deadbolt gives with a quiet click.
He pushes the door open.
It’s a master suite, untouched and waiting. Large bed, dark duvet, thick rugs underfoot. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the snow, the moonlight illuminating the room.
Silas sets me down by the bed and they surround me, a wall of muscle and wicked intent.
Felix reaches me first. His hand comes up, fingers sliding along my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth.
He leans in and kisses me. This is slow, intentional, thorough.
Like he’s staking a claim, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting me deep.
I melt into him, fingers fisting in his damp hair.
Then Liam is on my side. His large hands skim my arms, my waist. His mouth finds the curve of my neck, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “Every fucking inch.”
I look over Felix’s shoulder. Silas stands at the foot of the bed, shoulders tense, eyes black. He looks big and dangerous, a predator holding himself back by a thread.
“Silas,” I say softly. “Come here.”
That’s all it takes.
He joins me on my other side, framing my face with rough hands. When his mouth finally meets mine, it’s explosive. Raw. Hungry. All the things he’s bitten back for days pouring into me. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, his groan vibrating against my lips.
Felix has moved and is now between my legs before I can even catch my breath, his hands spreading my thighs wide; Liam's mouth still on my neck.
“Tell us,” Silas demands, his voice a low growl. “Tell us what feels good.”
“Everything,” I gasp as Felix’s tongue finds me. “God, everything.”
Felix doesn't tease. He devours. His tongue is broad and relentless, working me with a skill that makes my hips buck off the mattress.
He hums against my clit, the vibration shooting straight to my core.
Liam swallows my cries, his hand sliding down to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple until it aches.
It’s overwhelming. Sensory overload. Hands, mouths, heat, they are everywhere, touching, tasting, worshipping. They handle me with the easy confidence of athletes who know their own strength perfectly. They lift me, turn me, position me without effort.
“Naomi,” Silas rasps, breaking away from a kiss to trail his mouth down my throat, over my collarbone. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
He moves lower, replacing Liam’s hand on my breast with his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The sensation is sharp and electric, grounding me even as Felix sends me spiraling.
“I need—” I choke out, hips seeking friction. “Please.”
“What do you need?” Liam whispers against my ear, biting the lobe. “Tell us.”
“You. Inside. Now.”
Silas shifts, positioning himself between my legs as Felix moves up, crawling over me to take my mouth. Silas’s eyes are black holes, dilated so wide the gray is almost gone. He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, locking gaze with him.
He pushes in.
It’s a slow, stretching fill that makes me cry out. He’s big, thick and heavy, filling me completely and stretching me wide. He pauses for a second, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched tight with restraint.
“You fit perfectly,” he groans.
“Move,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Silas, please.”
He does, and it’s devastating. He fucks me with a relentless rhythm, each thrust hitting deep and sure.
He’s possessing me, marking me with every stroke.
Felix kisses me through it, his tongue mirroring Silas’s rhythm, while Liam’s hands roam my body, worshipping every curve, keeping me anchored as Silas drives me into the mattress.
The pressure builds, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.
Felix drops to his knees beside me, bringing his thick cock right into my line of sight. I don't hesitate, I take him deep, eager to taste him, my tongue swirling as I suck hard.
I’m surrounded. Filled. It’s primal and perfect.
"Fuck, I'm close," I sob, the words vibrating against Felix's length as I struggle to speak around him. My hips buck wildly, meeting Silas’s thrusts. "Yes, yes."
Silas reaches down, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing a bruising rhythm that matches his hips. That dual friction is the final straw.
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, violent and blinding.
My release triggers theirs like a domino effect.
Felix groans, shuddering as he spills into my mouth, while Liam gasps and finishes across my chest. A split second later, Silas roars, his knot swelling rapidly to lock us together as he finishes inside me.
Afterward, the silence is heavy and sweet, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing.
We’re a tangle of slick skin and exhausted limbs. Silas collapses forward, his weight a comforting anchor that pins me to the mattress. Felix and Liam curl around us, fencing me in, one pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder blade, the other nuzzling the damp hair at my neck.
“Okay?” Silas rumbles, his voice rough with sleep and satisfaction.
“More than okay,” I whisper, tracing a line down his damp back.
We lie there as our heart rates slow, the moonlight painting us in silver. I am sore, and for the first time in years, my mind is completely, blissfully quiet.