Chapter 41 #2

Jesse’s hand slides up my throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make me inhale sharply.

“You’ll scream my name first,” and the promise in his tone sends heat pooling behind my eyes.

I don’t wait. My hands skim over Jesse’s torso, under his arms, following the ridges of muscle at his sides. Each fingertip feels the tremor of his arousal.

My thumb catches the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down in one smooth motion.

He inhales sharply, lashes fluttering, his gaze flicking to mine, lips parting in a feral smile as I wrap my fingers around him.

His low groan rumbles through my chest, vibrating up into my fingertips.

Leo moves closer, his body heat sinking into mine. I trail my hands along his chest, tracing the ridged line of his sternum, the flex of his abs.

I yank his shirt over his head, breath caught at the sight of him.

By the time I reach Karl, my hands are slick with desire. His presence is a slow burn—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every line of him taut with restrained power.

I slide my fingers into his waistband, pulling it down slowly. His breath hitches, dark eyes locking with mine in challenge.

When Leo’s teeth close over my shoulder, the heat is so acute my knees go slack. I am instantly surrounded.

Leo’s arms were strong around my waist, Jesse’s hands splayed across my thighs, Karl’s solid chest pressing us together in some impossible geometry.

My body is a magnet for their touch, a fevered element burning among them.

Karl tucks his arms under my thighs, Leo steadying my hips, Jesse caging my wrists as they carry me. For a second, I am weightless, then the couch catches me, cushions yielding beneath the combined force of us.

I land in a delirious tangle of limbs. Heat, skin, hearts pounding.

There is no talk of Ivy, no outside world. The only truth is this moment, here, now, etched into my skin with every touch, every sigh.

Leo moves first, his mouth trailing a path from my throat to my collarbone as his hands pull my hips forward, making me nearly lose my balance. I clutch at him, nails scoring his back, and his groan splits me open with want.

Meanwhile, Jesse slips behind, hands threading into my hair. He tugs, just enough to force my head back, making me meet his impossible gray eyes.

He sinks to his knees, his mouth at my sternum, tongue circling beneath my ribs.

The warmth of his tongue is a jolt, electric, sharp, and I can’t help but gasp. It’s not enough, nothing is ever enough, but the hunger in his gaze promises that he’ll keep trying.

Karl holds my legs wide, his thumbs massaging the tender skin just above my knees. The effect is both grounding and incendiary.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes.

The words sink in, heavy and sweet, rooting me to this moment.

Leo’s mouth is everywhere. Neck, clavicle, the line between my breasts. He sucks a mark just above my heart, and a rush of heat surges through me.

I whimper, unguarded. His hands skate up my sides, possessive but careful. He’s trying not to break me open, never again. Each touch asks, ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Do you want me?’

I meet his gaze, and the answer is yes, yes, yes. My whole body aches with desperate need.

My back arches as Karl kneels between my legs, hands gripping my calves. His mouth follows, teeth soft, then hard—the contrast is making me cry out.

I lose track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is where. All I know is that I am being devoured, worshipped, consumed. Every inch of me belongs to them, now more than ever.

It’s Karl who tips me over the edge first, his mouth on me—a mix of gentle and rough, a maddening rhythm of pressure and worship. I’ve never felt wanted like this before.

My head tips back, a moan slipping free, louder than I intended. Karl lives for it.

His eyes are wild, tongue flicking with reverence. My hips buck, and I hear myself calling his name. A fever caught in my throat. He doubles down, and I unravel.

Leo is right there, catching my hands, kissing my knuckles, my palms, my wrists, as if he’s gathering all the broken pieces of me back into one. His lips are soft, but there’s no gentleness in the way he pulls me back to him.

Jesse strokes my sides, claiming every cell of my body with his touch.

Then, Karl grabs and holds my wrists above my head, his body pressing me into the couch.

His lips leave slow, maddening kisses along my jaw, his fingers teasing at my sides, never quite where I need them. He’s calm, steady, but his whispers make me quake.

“Look at you,” Karl breathes against my ear. “Shaking, desperate. You love being torn apart like this, don’t you?”

Before I can answer, Leo claims my mouth again. Brutal, punishing. His hand fists my hair tighter, angling my head until I gasp against him. The taste of him is smoke, heat, fury.

Jesse’s hands slide down my thighs, spreading me wide. His grip is iron. He presses his thumb against my clit, grinding slowly, relentlessly.

“She’s already dripping for us,” he growls, thick with possession. “Listen to her. She’s ours.”

Leo pulls back, laughing darkly.

“Not until she screams for me.” His hand slides lower, rough and deliberate, drawing a sharp moan from me before I can stop it.

Karl chuckles, still at my ear. “Easy, boys. Let her drown in it. That’s all she has to do… fall apart for us.”

My body trembles, a storm of sensation. Leo’s relentless mouth, Jesse’s possessive grip, Karl’s teasing control. Every nerve ignites.

It’s too much, but I don’t want it to stop. I’m unsure whether I want to plead for release or mercy.

Leo’s hand is rough between my thighs, his mouth crushing mine again until I can’t breathe.

He pulls back just enough to hiss, “Say it. Say you want me to wreck you.” His eyes are wild, daring me to defy him.

Jesse growls low, yanking me back so hard it knocks the air from my lungs.

“No. You’ll scream my name first.” His grip is possessive, unyielding. “You’ve been mine since day one, Livvy. Tell him. Tell him who you belong to.”

The tension between them crackles. They’re both staring, demanding that I choose, that I give myself up.

And then Karl leans down, his lips grazing my ear, calm but merciless.

“Look at you,” he whispers, holding my wrists tighter. “Three men ready to tear each other apart over you. Do you know how powerful you are right now?”

He flicks his tongue against my ear, and I shudder. His tone sharpens. “So, tell us, Olivia. Who do you want first?”

My lips part, a whimper breaking free.

Leo presses harder, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Tell me.”

Jesse’s grip tightens on my throat. “Tell me.”

Karl’s voice is dark velvet. “Beg. Make them earn it.”

The word tears from me like a confession: “Please, Jesse…”

Leo swears under his breath. Jesse smirks like he’s won.

“That’s my girl.”

Karl kisses my face, chuckling softly. “Good choice. Let’s see if he can keep you together long enough for Leo to hear you scream.”

My whole body shivers. I’ve just handed them the weapon. I know they’ll use it.

Jesse doesn’t wait. His mouth is on mine. Deep, hungry, every movement a claim.

Leo hovers close, furious eyes locked on us. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grabs my chin as soon as Jesse releases me and devours my lips in a bruising kiss.

“You’ll beg for me next,” he growls, teeth catching my lip. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Karl watches with that infuriating calm. His lips graze my neck. “Don’t fight each other. She’s ours. Let’s show her.”

And suddenly, they do.

Jesse’s hand anchors me in place, grinding against me in a rhythm that spins my head.

Leo’s mouth trails down my collarbone, biting hard, while his hand slides lower with rough precision. Karl whispers filth against my ear, his fingers teasing me closer, but never enough.

It’s everywhere. Jesse’s grip, Leo’s mouth, Karl’s control. They’re no longer fighting. They’re working together, overwhelming me, filling every space until I can’t tell whose touch is whose.

“Look at her,” Leo snarls. “Falling apart for us.”

“She’s perfect,” Jesse growls.

“She’s more than perfect,” Karl chuckles darkly. “She’s wrecked.”

My body trembles, pleasure spiraling so fast it feels like free fall. They push me higher, merciless, until I shatter. Claimed, undone, theirs.

Officially theirs.

From here on out.

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