20. Aurora
CHAPTER TWENTY
Aurora
The drive to Mason’s felt like it lasted an eternity, but not in a bad way.
It was more like time had stretched, and each moment, each breath, felt like it was filled with endless possibilities.
The air was thick with tension, and I could barely keep my focus on anything but the feeling of his jacket around my shoulders, the weight of it, the warmth of it.
It was like a silent declaration of sorts, and my heart had been racing ever since.
When we finally pulled up to his home, the headlights cutting through the night, I barely had time to unbuckle my seatbelt before Mason was out of the car.
He rounded the front with long, determined strides, yanking my door open and reaching for me before I could think.
I gasped as he lifted me out, pressing me against the side of the vehicle, his body flush against mine.
His hands found my hips, gripping tight, his knee nudging between my legs.
“Last chance, babe,” he murmured, his lips just inches from mine. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I exhaled a shaky breath, my fingers curling into his shirt. “Don’t you dare.”
A slow, wicked smile stretched across his lips before he crushed his mouth to mine.
Everything was heat, breath, and reckless urgency as he kissed me—deep, consuming, as if he was staking his claim right then and there.
His hands roamed, possessive and unrelenting, and I melted into him, my body already attuned to every rough, teasing stroke of his fingers.
The door to his house swung open before we even reached it, and I barely registered Owen and Ethan following us inside, their eyes dark with intent.
The moment we stepped inside, the air changed.
Thick.
Charged.
Mason’s hands never left me as he kicked the door shut behind us. His grip was firm, his body pressed against mine like he couldn’t bear a single inch of space between us.
Owen and Ethan lingered close, their eyes trailing over me with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.
My heart pounded, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as I took them all in—the raw intensity in their gazes, the way they surrounded me, like they were waiting for the right moment to devour me whole again.
Mason’s fingers traced the edges of my gown, his touch reverent.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his knuckles along the bare skin of my shoulder. “Fucking stunning.”
I trembled as Owen stepped in behind me, his heat seeping into my back.
His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice low and velvety. “You deserve to be worshipped, Aurora.”
Ethan’s gaze roamed down my body, slow and measured. His jaw ticked, and then he reached for me, cupping my face, his thumb sweeping over my bottom lip.
“Let us worship you, sweetheart.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse a rapid, erratic beat beneath my skin.
I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, so I just nodded.
Mason was the first to move, his hands finding the delicate straps of my gown. He slid them down, the fabric slipping lower, exposing the soft swell of my breasts.
Owen’s hands were next, trailing down my arms, his fingers featherlight as he helped Mason guide the gown lower.
Ethan let out a sharp breath, his hands bracing on my hips, steadying me as the silk pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before them.
Three sets of eyes drank me in.
Mason traced a slow line down my stomach, his touch making me shudder. “So goddamn perfect.”
Owen’s fingers found my wrist, lifting my hand so he could press a kiss against my palm. His voice was a rough whisper. “You are something else, Aurora.”
Ethan reached out, knuckles dragging over my flushed skin. “I have never seen you as beautiful as you are right now.”
Heat licked up my spine, my knees threatening to give beneath the weight of their attention.
Mason deepened the kiss, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse flutter wildly. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, filled with something dangerous and thrilling all at once.
“Upstairs,” Ethan commanded, his voice rough with need.
I nodded, breathless, my body already surrendering to them.
Owen scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me up the stairs with an urgency that made my head spin. By the time we reached the bedroom, my pulse was thrumming, my body humming with anticipation.
Mason was the first to move.
He reached into a drawer, pulling out something long and smooth. Deep red silk ties that shimmered under the dim light.
My breath hitched.
Ethan smirked as he took them from Mason’s hands, running the fabric through his fingers before meeting my gaze.
“You up for trying something new ?”
A tremor ran through me, not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of surrendering to them.
I trusted them. And, God, I wanted this.
“Yes.”
Ethan guided me onto the bed, his hands strong but patient. “Hands above your head, baby.”
I obeyed, heart racing as he wrapped the silk around my wrists, securing them to the headboard.
The fabric was soft, teasing against my skin, but the restraint sent a delicious thrill through me.
My fingers flexed instinctively, testing, but there was no give. The silk ties held firm.
Mason smirked, watching the way I pulled against them. “Nowhere to run now.”
Heat flushed through me.
I wasn’t running. I wasn’t even sure I remembered how to breathe.
Owen trailed his fingers up my thigh, a slow, deliberate glide that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
“You look so fucking good like this.” His voice was a low rumble, thick with possession.
Ethan leaned in, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Completely at our mercy.”
A shudder ran through me.
“That's what you want, isn’t it?” Mason murmured, fingers trailing along my collarbone, barely a touch, just enough to make me crave more.
My breath hitched, my hips shifting involuntarily.
Ethan chuckled, dark and knowing. “We'll take that as a yes.”
The bed dipped as Mason straddled my waist, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress.
His hands skimmed up my arms, tracing the silk ties, testing the restraint just as I had.
“Perfect,” he murmured, eyes dark as he looked down at me. “Completely ours.”
Owen’s hands ghosted over my stomach, slow, measured, as if savoring every inch.
“The fun part,” he said, voice like velvet, “is that you can’t stop us from taking our time.”
Ethan chuckled low. “And we plan to take all fucking night.”
I whimpered, arching instinctively, but Mason tsked, one firm hand pressing against my stomach to keep me still.
“Patience, babe.” His smirk was pure wickedness. “We'll decide when you get what you want.”
Owen’s fingers brushed lower, teasing, never giving me enough.
Ethan’s mouth followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp.
And Mason. Mason tugged gently, just enough to remind me who was in control, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips.
“You look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice rough, thick with hunger.
His fingers trailed down my arm, over my collarbone, and lower, teasing over the swell of my breasts, barely grazing my skin.
Owen leaned in, his mouth following the same path as Mason’s fingers, but his tongue darted out, hot and wet, as he flicked it over my sensitive peak.
I gasped, my back arching involuntarily, but the silk held me in place, leaving me at their mercy.
Ethan wasn’t far behind, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider. His touch was firm, commanding.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his breath skating over my heated skin. “Already trembling, and we’ve barely started.”
This really was new.
Being tied up. Being teased like this.
I could hardly stand it.
But at the same time, I loved it.
Mason slid lower, his mouth finding my other breast, his tongue swirling, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.
Owen’s hands gripped my hips. He held me down as Ethan’s fingers trailed further, brushing over my aching center, featherlight, teasing.
I whimpered, my body tightening, every nerve ending firing at once. “Please.”
Mason lifted his head, eyes dark and dangerous. “Please what, babe?”
Ethan pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Tell us exactly what you want.”
I pulled against the ties, my hips lifting instinctively, desperate for more.
Owen chuckled, a deep, knowing sound, as he ran a single finger through my slick heat.
“Oh, she's so fucking ready for us,” he groaned. “Dripping.”
Mason’s fingers replaced Owen’s, sliding over me with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice a low growl.
He circled my clit, teasing, keeping me right on the edge without giving me what I needed.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body twisting beneath them, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “God, yes.”
Mason’s fingers pressed into my thighs, holding me open as his mouth descended.
The first stroke of his tongue shattered me.
I cried out, my head tipping back, pleasure spearing through me as he worked me with slow, devastating precision.
Ethan teased my nipple, tugging it slightly, combining pain with the pleasure threatening to crest.
Owen nibbled my earlobe, whispering filth into my ear, while Mason hummed against me, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure spiraling through my body.
My thighs trembled, my breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
Owen reached for my chin, forcing my gaze to his.
“Keep your eyes on me when you fall apart,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.
I couldn’t hold back.
The pleasure erupted, white hot and all consuming, and I shattered, my body tightening, shaking, the silk ties biting into my wrists as I writhed beneath their hands, their mouths.
Owen groaned, his grip tightening, his own restraint fraying at the edges. “Fuck, that was beautiful.”
Mason pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with hunger.
“I need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he growled as he crashed up to greet me once more. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
The stretch was exquisite, my body molding to his perfectly.
Ethan’s hands trailed down my spine, firm and possessive, his breath hot against my skin as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss on the exposed skin of my throat.
“You look so damn beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Completely wrecked. And we’re just getting started.”
My breath came in ragged gasps as Owen’s fingers trailed lower, teasing between my legs where I was already stretched around Mason.
He groaned as he felt the way I clenched, his fingers slick as he circled my sensitive bundle of nerves with slow, torturous strokes.
Mason’s grip on my waist tightened, his muscles coiling as he thrust into me, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through my already trembling body.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice raw, desperate.
Owen’s hands were on my thighs, spreading me wider, his lips brushing against my neck as he whispered, “I want to feel you come around him, baby.”
My body clenched in response, the pleasure spiraling higher, the heat of all three of them surrounding me, consuming me.
Mason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged, his jaw tight with restraint. “Fuck, I’m close.”
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place, driving deeper, harder, until the pleasure became unbearable.
A sharp cry tore from my lips as the pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, my body tightening, trembling, as I shattered around Mason.
The force of it sent him over the edge again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he thrust deep, his body jerking beneath mine as he found his own release.
His head tipped back, his grip on me unrelenting as he spilled inside me, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
It was phenomenal.
But I wasn’t done yet.