32. Aurora
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Aurora
Mason’s place was warm, the heat kicking on as we stepped inside, chasing away the chill that clung to my skin.
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in, and for a moment, all I could hear was my own breath. Shaky, unsteady, too fast.
I barely had time to take in my surroundings before Owen moved.
One second, I was standing in the middle of Mason’s living room, and the next, Owen’s hands were cupping my face, his lips crashing into mine with a desperation that stole my breath.
I gasped, my fingers curling into his shirt, but he didn’t let up.
His kiss was deep, claiming, like he had been holding back for weeks and was finally letting go.
And maybe he had been.
Maybe we all had been.
When Owen finally pulled away, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath warm against my lips.
“You should have told us sooner,” he murmured, voice rough. “But we’re here now. And we’re not going anywhere. This is the best news.”
A shiver rolled through me, something between relief and anticipation.
Before I could respond, strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.
Mason.
His lips ghosted over the curve of my neck, his breath sending tingles across my skin.
“You drive me insane, Aurora,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent heat pooling in my stomach. “But fuck if I don’t love it.”
My pulse pounded as he nipped at the spot just below my ear, his fingers tightening against my hips.
Ethan was still watching, standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable. But there was something dark and intense in his eyes and filled with need.
Mason’s teeth scraped against my neck, and I let out a shaky breath, my body melting into his.
Then Ethan moved.
He closed the distance between us in two strides, reaching for my chin and tilting my head up. His lips were firm, slow—he took his time as he kissed me.
My head spun, my body caught between them, the warmth of their hands, their mouths, their whispered words against my skin.
Owen’s fingers tangled in my hair. Mason’s grip tightened on my hips. Ethan’s lips were a steady, consuming force.
I had spent weeks drowning in fear, in uncertainty, in everything I thought I was losing.
But right now, in their arms, I wasn’t lost.
I was found.
Heat.
Breath.
The slow, steady burn of hands roaming over my skin, mouths staking their claim, the weight of their bodies pressing into mine.
I was drowning in them, in the sheer force of their hunger, in the way they surrounded me. Owen’s hands tangled in my hair, Mason’s grip firm on my hips, Ethan’s mouth devouring mine like he needed to brand himself onto me.
A low, rough growl rumbled from Mason as he pressed himself against my back, his hands sliding beneath my shirt, fingertips teasing along my stomach, higher.
His touch was a slow, deliberate torment.
“You have no idea what you do to us,” he rasped against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Owen tilted my head back, his lips tracing down my throat, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.
“We’re going to ruin you tonight,” he murmured against my skin. “Make you forget everything except us.”
Ethan’s fingers worked the buttons of my blouse, slipping them open one by one, his knuckles dragging over my exposed skin, setting every nerve ending on fire.
Mason’s grip tightened, his palm splaying across my stomach, holding me in place.
“Bedroom,” he ordered, his voice low, rough with need.
I barely had time to register the command before Owen scooped me up, carrying me effortlessly.
The air in the bedroom was thick with anticipation, my pulse hammering as Ethan tugged my blouse down my arms, his lips following the path of exposed skin.
Mason’s hands were already working at my jeans, peeling them down my thighs, his breath warm against my hip.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his fingers sliding between my legs, teasing, pressing just enough to make me gasp.
Owen’s mouth was at my ear, his voice a dark promise. “No holding back tonight, Aurora.”
Ethan’s fingers found my wrists, guiding them above my head, and before I could process it, the cool pressure of his belt wrapped around them, securing them together.
The leather was firm, unrelenting, a stark contrast to the heat of their hands, their mouths. This was more intense than the silk ties.
Mason’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk as he watched me test the restraint.
Owen’s hands skimmed down my sides, his mouth following, trailing hot kisses across my stomach, lower.
Ethan’s breath ghosted over my throat as he whispered, “You really are too much, Aurora.”
Mason’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, his gaze dark and possessive. “Yeah, you're everything .”
I tested the restraint again, the smooth leather of Ethan’s belt firm against my wrists, my breath hitching at the sheer vulnerability of it.
They had me—completely, unshakably—and I could feel it in the way their hands explored, claimed, demanded.
Mason’s grip tightened around my thighs, his mouth hovering just above my skin, teasing me with the ghost of his breath.
His dark eyes flicked up to mine, and his smirk deepened as he took in my helpless state.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his tongue along the sensitive curve of my hip. “So fucking perfect like this.”
Owen pressed a kiss to my lips, slow and deep, his fingers threading through my hair as Ethan traced a slow, deliberate path down my body.
Every touch was fire, every movement pushing me closer to the edge before pulling me back, keeping me right on the cusp of madness.
They had me. Completely at their mercy.
And I loved it.
Mason’s fingers trailed over my parted thighs, barely there, teasing me with the lightest brush of his knuckles against my aching center.
My hips lifted involuntarily, chasing his touch, but he pulled back with a wicked smirk.
“Not yet, babe.”
Owen’s hands were in my hair, tilting my head back so he could devour my mouth, his kiss deep and unrelenting.
His other hand skimmed down my body, pausing just below my ribs, fingers spreading possessively over my stomach.
“You'll come when we say,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with promise.
Ethan chuckled from where he kneeled at the foot of the bed, his callused palms sliding up my calves, over my knees, pushing my legs further apart.
“Mmm, the scent of you,” he rasped, dragging his knuckles along the inside of my thigh, watching as I trembled. “Already soaked, already desperate. You need this, don’t you?”
I whimpered, my body tightening at the sound of his voice, the weight of their gazes.
Mason’s fingers slipped lower, ghosting over my clit, nothing more than a tease.
“Say it,” he demanded, his grip tightening on my thigh. “Tell us exactly what you want.”
The words stuck in my throat, my head spinning from their touches, from the sheer intensity of the moment.
Ethan’s mouth curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Looks like we'll have to pull it out of you.”
Owen’s fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “We can take our time, baby. We can make you beg.”
I whimpered, my thighs trembling. “Please.”
Mason rewarded me with a single stroke, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my core before pulling away again.
I gasped, frustration coiling tight in my belly.
Ethan hummed. “Not good enough.”
Mason traced a finger down the seam of my slick heat, teasing my entrance before retreating once more. “Try again.”
My breath hitched. My entire body was on fire, strung so tight I thought I might snap.
“I need you,” I gasped. “Please…just…”
Owen’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Tell us exactly what you want, Aurora.”
My restraint frayed, my need overwhelming. “I need your mouths, your fingers, your cocks. I need to come, over and over, until I can’t think anymore. Please.”
A low, satisfied growl rumbled from Mason’s chest. “That's more like it.”
Ethan was the first to move, spreading me wide, his mouth descending on me with slow, devastating precision.
His tongue traced wicked patterns over my clit, alternating between teasing flicks and firm, unrelenting pressure.
I cried out, my body jolting, but Mason’s hands pressed my hips down, keeping me exactly where they wanted me.
Owen’s mouth traced the column of my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make me shudder. “You really do smell delicious.”
Ethan groaned against me, his tongue delving deep, his fingers joining the torment, sliding inside me with slow, curling strokes that sent me spiraling higher.
My head tipped back, a strangled moan breaking free. “Oh, God.”
Mason’s thumb brushed my nipple, pinching just enough to make my back arch. “You're gonna give us every last drop, sweetheart.”
Owen pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice dark, commanding. “Come for us.”
And I did.
The pleasure hit like a tidal wave, my body tightening, shaking, the belt biting into my wrists as I pulled against it.
Ethan didn’t stop, his tongue ruthless, dragging out my orgasm until I was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath them.
Before I could catch my breath, Mason was shifting lower, his hands gripping my thighs as he replaced Ethan, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my oversensitive skin.
I shuddered, gasping. “I can’t.”
“You can.” Owen’s fingers tangled in my hair, his voice pure sin. “And you will.”
Ethan smirked, watching as Mason licked into me with slow, agonizing strokes. “We’re not stopping until you're wrecked.”
I whimpered, pleasure twisting sharp and unbearable, but the restraint, the intensity, the sheer hunger in their eyes—it was everything.
Mason groaned against me, his tongue flicking over my clit with devastating precision. “Gonna make you scream, babe.”
Owen’s lips brushed against my ear. “Loud enough for the whole damn town to hear.”
Ethan chuckled, his fingers curling around my throat in a loose grip as he watched me unravel beneath them. “And then we’re gonna do it all over again.”
My body was still trembling, oversensitive and weak from the waves of pleasure they had wrung from me, but they weren’t done.
Not even close.
The belt was gone, my wrists free. But they weren’t letting me go.
Owen’s hands were on me first, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that made me gasp.
Mason’s palm pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me down, the weight of him making me shiver.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise. “But we’re just getting started.”
Ethan’s fingers traced down my spine, slow and possessive, following the path of his mouth as he kissed down my back. My body arched instinctively, craving more, but Mason’s grip kept me pinned.
“Look at her,” Ethan murmured, his voice filled with something dangerously close to reverence. “So fucking perfect like this.”
I turned my head, catching Owen’s gaze.
His eyes burned, his jaw tight as he unbuckled his belt, the sound making my breath catch.
Mason’s lips brushed my ear. “You ready to be ours, sweetheart?”
I whimpered, my body aching for them, my mind already lost in them. “Yes.”
Owen’s chuckle was dark, full of wicked intent. “Then open that pretty mouth.”
Heat curled low in my stomach at the sheer command in his voice.
I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips as he stroked his thumb over them, his cock hard and heavy in his grip.
“That's it,” he murmured. “Holy hell, Aurora.”
Behind me, Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, dragging me up onto my knees.
The shift sent a thrill through me. Completely exposed, completely theirs.
I felt Ethan’s hands tighten on my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin as he spread me open for him.
Mason was still watching. Still stroking himself, his breath coming in slow, controlled drags that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on where Ethan lined himself up behind me. “Look at you, spread out and ready for him.”
I whimpered again, my body trembling in anticipation.
Owen ran his thumb along my bottom lip, his other hand gripping his cock, teasing the tip along my mouth.
“You know what to do, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.
I parted my lips, taking him in, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him deep.
Owen let out a strangled groan, his hand tightening in my hair. “That's it. Take me just like that.”
Behind me, Ethan pushed inside, slow and steady, stretching me, filling me.
I moaned around Owen, my body clenching as Ethan groaned, his grip on my hips turning bruising.
“So fucking tight,” he ground out, his voice ragged. “You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
Mason exhaled roughly, his strokes slowing as he watched.
I glanced at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my breath catching at the way he looked at me. Hungry, possessive, absolutely wrecked.
But still holding back.
Still waiting.
Ethan thrust deeper, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips, my body trembling as pleasure coiled hot and heavy in my stomach.
Owen hissed at the vibration, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back.
“Shit, baby. Just like that.” His hips flexed, shallow thrusts meeting the rhythm of my tongue, the sound of his pleasure mixing with Ethan’s deep, broken groans.
Mason let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You two are gonna come too fast.”
Ethan’s breath was ragged, his fingers digging into my waist as he pounded into me, deeper, harder, his control fraying.
Owen’s hand tightened in my hair, his movements growing erratic.
He was close. I could feel it in the way his cock twitched against my tongue, in the way his breath came in short, harsh pants.
But he wasn’t going to be the first to break.
Mason knew it, too.
With a smirk, he moved. I barely had time to react before he was behind me, his fingers gripping my chin, tilting my head back.
His dark eyes locked onto mine as he stroked himself, slow and measured, teasing himself as much as me.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for us again?”
I moaned, my body already teetering on the edge.
Ethan’s thrusts turned punishing, relentless, his fingers finding my clit, pressing in slow, tight circles that sent sparks through my veins.
Mason groaned, his grip tightening on my chin. “That's it, baby. Let go.”
Owen’s hips snapped forward one last time, his breath shattering as he spilled into my mouth, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.
The taste of him, the heat of Ethan still driving into me, the low, dark growl from Mason as he watched. It was too much.
I shattered, my body locking up, pleasure consuming me in wave after endless wave.
Ethan cursed, his rhythm breaking as he followed, his hips stuttering, his moan dark and wrecked as he found his release.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was our harsh, ragged breathing. Then Mason’s fingers slid into my hair, tugging my head back just enough to meet his gaze.
His lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.
“You're not done yet, sweetheart.”
He shifted, pushing me onto my back, his body covering mine in an instant.
“You took them so well,” he murmured, his cock teasing at my entrance, still hard, still aching.
His breath fanned against my lips as he lined himself up, pressing just the tip inside, just enough to make me squirm.
“You ready for me?”
I groaned, arching into him. “Please.”
Mason’s grin was dark, victorious.
“That's my girl.”
And then he thrust deep.
And I was his.