Chapter 14 Jace
JACE
She stands in the center of the room, fear and want braided so tightly through the lines of her body I can’t tell them apart.
The ocean wind steals through the open balcony doors, tugging at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes flick from me to Cal, to Silas behind her, and the air sharpens, turns electric.
I feel the pulse of it low and deep, a physical ache like a hunger—one that’s been curdling in my gut for a decade—suddenly near to breaking the skin.
She tries to hide it, but her hands shake. So I steady her by touch—one thumb pressed to the pulse in her throat, the other hand at her hip, claiming territory but giving her time to surrender it. She lets out a sound, quiet but unmistakable, and I know she’s as close to the edge as I am.
“Tell me you want this,” I say. I keep my voice soft, but the words vibrate through my teeth like a threat. “Or tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
She blinks. Swallows hard.
“Don’t,” she says, voice rough as new gravel. “Don’t ever stop.”
That’s all it takes.
I motion to Silas. He pulls the balcony door shut, clicks the deadbolt, and when he leans in, he’s all heat and want.
He crowds her from behind, big hands finding her waist and holding her steady.
Cal, always needing to be first, slides his body against her side so she’s bracketed by the three of us.
I take her mouth, hard, devouring the gasp that breaks her composure.
She tastes like heat and salt and something sweet that’s all her, that I want to drown in.
Her spine arches on instinct, pressing her tightly to Silas, who buries his face in her hair and breathes her in like he’s been starved for oxygen.
Cal trails kisses down her neck, tongue teasing the hollow of her collarbone, hands roaming — testing her boundaries, mapping her reactions. When he drags his teeth across her earlobe, Parker shudders, her knees almost buckling.
Silas murmurs, “Easy, firefly,” and steadies her with hands that dwarf her ribs, fingers splayed for maximum coverage and minimum mercy.
She’s trembling now, the fight gone from her body, but lighting up her eyes.
Every touch is a shock, every brush of skin to skin a new set of instructions for how this night will unfold.
I slide the zip of her dress down, slow enough she could stop me, but she doesn’t.
She looks up at me, lips parted, and there’s no fear left. Just raw, carnal want.
“Beautiful,” I say, and mean it.
She flushes all the way down her chest, color blooming across bare skin as the dress slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet. She stands there in black silk and nothing else, trembling but defiant, and for a second we’re all silent, just watching her breathe.
Silas turns her around, strong hands guiding her until she’s back to his front.
He palms both of her breasts through the silk, squeezing like he wants to memorize the shape of them, pinning her between us so she can’t move unless he lets her.
Cal drops to his knees, grins up at her with infuriating gentleness, then lays his cheek against her hipbone like she’s something worshipped.
“Perfect,” Cal whispers, and runs his hands up her thighs, nails grazing the insides until she makes a strangled sound.
He hooks his fingers into the edge of her panties, waits for her nod, then peels them down slowly, deliberately, exposing every inch like an unwrapping. She’s wet, already slick and desperate, thighs quivering with the effort to stay upright.
Silas leans down, mouth at her ear, voice scraping low: “Want us to stop?”
She shakes her head, hair sticking to the sweat at her nape. “Please…don’t.”
Cal noses between her legs, hands gripping her thighs.
He hooks one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her completely to him.
He licks her, slow at first, savoring the taste, but then he goes rough and thorough, eating her like a man starved for a fix.
Parker moans for him. None of the careful, pretty sounds, just a guttural cry that bounces off glass and steel.
She squeezes her eyes shut, gasping for air, but Silas pins her arms to her sides, and I hold her chin, forcing her to see.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” I say, watching her come apart. “Let him taste you. Let us see you.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but Cal’s tongue finds a new rhythm, and her protest melts into a whimper.
He works her over, tongue and teeth, his grip tightening on her thigh draped over his shoulder, and when Silas pinches her nipple through the silk, she jolts, body arching so far back it’s a miracle she stays on her feet.
She comes with a cry, shaking so hard I have to catch her or she’ll go down.
But we don’t stop. Not for a second.
Silas lifts her off the floor, carrying her to the bed like she weighs nothing.
He lays her out on her stomach, palms flexing at the small of her back.
I kneel at her head, threading my hands through her hair.
Cal runs his hands up her calves, kissing the backs of her knees, then licking a path up her thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect, angel,” he says, and slides two fingers inside her, gentle but insistent.
He fucks her open, just enough to make her gasp, then licks her clit again in soft, sweet flicks until Parker is sobbing, muffling her cries in the sheets. I want her mouth, want to feel her take me in. I nudge her chin, thumb brushing over her lips.
“Give me your mouth, princess,” I say, voice broken with need.
She opens, obedient, and I slide the head of my cock past her lips, just enough to feed her the taste of me. She moans, and I shudder with the restraint it takes not to fuck her mouth through the back of her skull.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she moans louder.
Silas takes his place behind her, hands kneading her hips, testing her limits.
She’s leaking down her thighs, shaking with each aftershock.
Cal stays between her legs, tongue flicking over her clit while Silas works her open.
The first time he slides a thumb against her ass, she tenses, but I stroke her cheek, and she relaxes.
“You’re safe,” I promise, “We’ve got you.”
A lube packet appears in Silas’s hand. He must’ve lifted it off the nightstand in advance.
“If tonight’s our time to prove ourselves,” he says, “we’re giving you everything, firefly.”
He coats his finger, teases her until she’s squirming, then pops the tip of his finger inside.
I run my fingers through her hair, moving slower in her mouth to give her a moment.
It’s her first time, and I want to make sure she understands that she has just as much control over what’s happening as we do.
“It’s okay, Princess,” I praise her, “you’re doing so well taking us.”
She sobs but nods, head jerking on my thigh, but Cal keeps her grounded, licking and soothing and reminding her this is as much about her as it is about us.
Silas works her, slow and gentle, another finger joining the first, stretching her open until she’s gasping. He lines up at her entrance, pushes in just enough to breach her, then waits. Her whole body goes rigid.
“Fuck,” Silas groans, “relax, firefly. Let me in.”
She chokes out a whimper, needier than before, and pushes herself back onto him as her throat opens wider for me.
“Goddamn, Parker,” Silas groans. “Look at you. Taking it all. Good fucking girl.”
She’s blushing everywhere now, pink and flushed, her body arched in a perfect bow as he rocks into her, steady and relentless.
Cal never stops licking, doesn’t flinch when Silas’s balls slap against his chin.
He just tongues her over and over, coaxing every moan out of her body.
I watch her lips stretch around my cock, watch her eyes flutter and then open to meet mine, pleading for something she can’t put words to.
“You like being used like this,” I say. “You like knowing you belong to us.”
She makes a desperate, broken sound and comes again, harder this time, her body convulsing as Silas fucks her through it.
I lose control, thrust between her perfect lips, and groan as I spill down her throat.
She swallows every drop, hands clutching at my thighs like she needs to anchor herself to something real.
When Silas pulls out, he flips her onto her back, manhandling her into a new position without asking.
“Breathe,” Cal whispers, brushing hair from her eyes. “You okay?”
She nods, voice ragged. “Need more. Please.”
Lucky for her, none of us plans to stop.
I kneel between her thighs, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance. My pulse hammers in my throat as I feel her heat against me.
“This is going to hurt, baby. We can’t help that, but I promise we’ll make you feel better,” I say softly, cupping her cheek, tilting her face until her eyes meet mine. “I need you to look at me.”
She nods, lips parted, trusting. The pale column of her throat flexes as she swallows, eyes wide and glassy, lips trembling.
The first push meets resistance, her body virgin-tight, before yielding with a small, wet tear that ignites something primal in my chest. The rip of her cry is raw and involuntary, swallowed instantly by my mouth.
Her nails score my shoulders as I claim her completely.
The sight of her blood marking me sends a possessive surge through my veins, and I have to fight the urge to thrust deeper, harder.
Instead, I press my forehead to hers, overwhelmed by the gift she’s given me.
Her body is a furnace, velvety and greedy, her pussy clutching my cock desperately.
Each pulse of my cock is met by the frantic flutter of her muscles, a living vise that refuses to let me go.
Cal kisses her throat, nipping at her jaw, hands everywhere, pinching her nipples, holding her wrists above her head like she’d float off without the pressure.
Silas is at her side now, tracing her lips with his thumb, then feeding it to her like a test. She sucks it, eyes wide and adoring, wanton in a way that makes my chest seize.
“God damn,” he says, “You’re unreal.”
I fuck her slow, wanting the moment to last, but I’m so close to breaking I see black at the edges of my vision. Every time I pull out, she squeezes like she wants to keep me, and every time I thrust in, her whole body trembles.
When Cal strokes a hand between us, thumb circling her clit, she falls apart again, screaming this time, the sound so pure it makes my entire body tense.
I let go, losing myself inside her, hips stuttering as I spill into her heat.
She comes with me, nails raking my back, mouth open in a perfect O as she sobs my name.
I collapse beside her, heart jackhammering, but she’s not done yet.
Cal takes her next, flipping her onto his lap and sinking into her pussy with one thrust. He holds her there, grinding up into her, kissing every inch of skin he can reach—shoulders, collarbone, the place behind her ear that always made her shiver when she was eighteen and too young to know why.
He rocks her slow, possessively, like he’s making a point about how she belongs to him too, and when he comes, he bites her shoulder so hard I see the mark bloom red.
Silas is last. He waits until she’s wrecked, boneless, before taking her face in his hands and making her look at him. “You still with us, firefly?”
She nods, tears leaking down her cheeks, but the smile on her lips is pure satisfaction.
“With you,” she whispers.
He doesn’t go gentle. He never does. He fucks her hard and fast, hand in her hair, staring into her eyes like he can see straight to her bones. When he comes, he pulls out, painting her pussy and thighs, then leans down and licks every drop off her skin, growling with filthy delight.
We collapse in a heap, tangled in sweat and silk and each other, the night air cold on our skin, but the heat between us burning strong. She’s bruised and blissed out, but when I brush hair from her eyes, she smiles, soft and genuine and so sweet it hurts.
“You’re ours,” I say, voice a low, private rumble. “Say it.”
She closes her eyes, breathes in the smell of us, and lets it out on a trembling sigh. “Yours. All of yours.”
And for the first time in twelve years, I believe her.
But, when I wake up that next morning, I wish I hadn’t.