Chapter 10 The Present
Conducting a foursome in a communal-style shower while trying to have every hole filled at once is… easier said than done.
For one, there’s the tile—slippery, cracked, and definitely not built for this kind of operation. For another, there’s me. One body. Three holes. Two on the same horizontal plane, one—my mouth—in a completely different time zone.
Logistics are a bitch.
But apparently, logistics are the last thing on my men’s minds.
Nathaniel solves the tile problem first. He drags the bench beneath the stream and sits, long legs braced wide, back against the wall. Then he pulls me into his lap. His cock is already hard against my ass, the cool brush of his piercings a shock against my skin.
The touch feeds something starved inside me.
He’s always been the untouchable one. He’s been watching from the sidelines, but the stars never quite aligned for us. But now he’s beneath me, twisting my head until I meet his gaze. Those piercing blue eyes say I’m the only girl in the world.
“Here,” he murmurs against my ear. “We want you nice and comfortable.”
Such gentle words. Such wicked intent.
Talon crouches low in front of us.
“Perfect little throne,” he says, tracing two fingers up the inside of my thigh until they slide through my folds. I think he brushes them against Nathaniel’s cock to get them there. He has to. “Move her to the edge, Nathaniel. We’ll all need access.”
Nathaniel obeys. His hands tighten on my hips, sliding me forward until my ass barely clings to the wood. Water runs down my shoulders as my back arches, legs opening wider. I’m perched on the edge now, caught between them.
Talon spreads my legs so wide it almost hurts. Then he hooks one over his hip, plants a foot forward, and suddenly my pussy is level with his cock. Nathaniel is right behind me, his hand slipping beneath my ass until I’m half sitting, half suspended in his hold. His cock nudges against my ass.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Cassian moves in. One hand fists my hair, tipping my head back until I’m forced to look up at him.
He’s ready. The blunt head of his cock hovers just in front of my lips.
My stomach flips.
“Comfortable?” Nathaniel murmurs in my ear, velvet-voiced.
Am I? We haven’t even started, and already my body feels stretched to its limits. He knows it. His question is meant to tease me, I realize.
And what can I say? I like it. There’s something delicious about being at their mercy like this.
“Uh-uh,” I manage.
“Good girl.”
Everything about me clenches at the praise.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” Talon murmurs. “I’m going to slide in now, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, he grips my thighs and pushes forward. The first stretch knocks the air out of me; my nails dig into Nathaniel’s thighs beneath me.
Cassian growls low and drags my mouth back onto him. My lips part around his length, and he thrusts deep enough that my throat burns with the intrusion.
I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to.
That’s when Nathaniel presses a finger against my ass.
My body jolts forward, and Cassian takes advantage, sliding deeper into my mouth until I gag around him.
A chorus of groans rises above the hiss of the water.
“Fuck, Little Grim,” Talon bites out. “Didn’t know it was possible, but your pussy feels even better now.”
“She’s more turned on, aren’t you, Skye?” Nathaniel teases. “Being with all of us is better than just with Talon, right?”
“Deeper, Skye,” Cassian says, pressing his palm against my throat, guiding himself exactly how he wants. “Take me a little deeper.”
My head spins.
They weren’t this obscene last time.
This is another level entirely.
“Relax, Skye,” Nathaniel murmurs. “This is just a finger. I want to fit my cock inside you. You need to relax.”
Oh, I’m losing my goddamn mind.
It’s impossible to control my body, let alone unclench and relax it. I’m a slave to its twitches and shakes and sensations.
But I want Nathaniel. I want to finally feel him. So I do my best to go slack, to let him in easier. He hums against my ear, satisfied. Soon he’s slipping his finger out, reaching for something on the shelf inset in the wall.
Meanwhile, Talon pounds hard and fast. Cassian feeds his cock between my lips with no mercy. They’ve set a brutal rhythm that lights every nerve ending on fire.
“You’ll feel something cold,” Nathaniel says—like a fucking doctor prepping me for a procedure. I flinch at the chill against my skin as he spreads something slick between my cheeks. “Just a little lube.”
And then, a push.
It’s so intense I almost die on the spot.
But Nathaniel murmurs soothing hushes into my ear, that psycho good-guy voice wrapping around me until the pain melts into something else. It gets better. Then better than good. It gets amazing.
“Slow down, Talon,” Nathaniel instructs. “Let her adjust.”
“But—”
“Slow. The fuck. Down.”
Talon groans but obeys. Cassian, too. But his restraint makes every movement deeper, crueler. He slides to the back of my throat, holding me there until my eyes water before he pulls out and does it again.
I stop thinking.
I just feel.
And it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
“That’s it,” Nathaniel coos. “There you go.”
“Little Grim,” Talon moans. “Can I speed up yet?”
I couldn’t answer if I wanted to.
“I think you can,” Nathaniel murmurs. “She can handle it, can’t you, Skye?”
And Talon does.
Just like that, I’m coming apart.
The first orgasm doesn’t give me a choice. It rips through me, sharp and unstoppable, the kind that makes every muscle lock. I can’t even savor it; I’m wrecked by it.
Nathaniel groans against my ear as I clench tight around him. His fingers dig into my stomach, holding me steady, like he wants to pin the orgasm inside me and force it to keep happening. And he does. He wrings it out of me, thrust after thrust.
Talon feels it too.
“Fuck—you’re squeezing the life out of me—” His voice cracks into a snarl.
Cassian doesn’t let me breathe. And gods, for a girl who was strangled to death, it still rocks my world.
He holds my head still, driving deep, cutting off my cries until all that escapes are muffled, choking moans.
His thumb presses under my jaw, pride gleaming in the filth of what he’s done to me.
“That’s it,” he croons. “So good. Your throat feels so good, Skye.”
It’s too much—too much stretch, too much pressure, too much heat—
And then another wave hits before the first even fades.
I shatter around them again, harder. My body convulses to their rhythm; my cries drown around Cassian’s length, my tears mixing with the water running down my face.
Nathaniel’s voice brushes my ear again, velvety even as his thrusts grow rougher.
“Good girl. Don’t stop. Let it take you under.”
And I do.
I fall. My body is nothing but sensation.
“More, Skye,” Talon groans. He slams in harder, deeper, savage and unrelenting, until I see stars.
My nails scrape against Nathaniel’s thighs, searching for purchase, for anything to anchor me.
My body goes hot and liquid all at once, trembling beneath them like I’m coming apart cell by cell.
“Fuck, you’re clamping down—” Talon’s voice is ragged and breathless. “You’re gonna make me—”
Nathaniel cuts him off, velvet and cruel in my ear.
“Hold it. Don’t you dare finish before she does again.”
His thrusts deepen, angled just right.
They move in sync without speaking, pulling me apart from three directions, like they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times in their heads and are only now making it real.
And gods, they’re breaking me.
I convulse again, a third climax tearing through me so sharp it nearly blacks me out. My throat works around Cassian. My body clenches—pussy gripping Talon, ass tight around Nathaniel—as if I was made to be filled by them all at once.
The bench creaks. Water beats down. My voice is lost.
Who am I even?
Cassian comes first. He snarls against my hair, the sound reverberating down my spine, and his cock jerks hard against my tongue before he spills deep into me, hot and bitter.
His hand is a vise in my hair, holding me until I swallow every single drop, until my throat becomes nothing but an open conduit for him.
When he releases me, I gasp for air, but Talon doesn’t give me a breath of reprieve. His rhythm breaks as he fucks me through his own unraveling.
“Fuck… fuck…” His forehead presses to mine, his grin gone, replaced by something raw. His release floods me, heat spilling inside me.
Nathaniel lasts the longest, like he’s proving a point. He waits until I’m trembling, until I’m nothing but open nerve endings caught between Talon’s heat, Cassian’s salt on my tongue, and the water pounding down around us.
Then he drives up into me and finally allows himself to lose control. His cock drags fire along my inner walls as he buries himself one last time and releases with a low, guttural moan against my ear.
It’s too much.
I’m too much.
I go limp between them, held together only by their hands.
The shower hisses. The bench groans beneath our weight. My voice is gone. It’s nothing but a rasp.
They’ve broken me. Not just my body, but also my mind, my rules, my everything.
And gods help me… I want them to do it again.
I need to be carried out of the shower.
Yes. I’m officially this close to fainting.
And I’m not talking about the supernatural kind that usually knocks the wind out of me and drops me into the void for my little chats with Death.
This time, it’s painfully human. And extremely inconvenient.
My legs don’t work. My arms are jelly. My head lolls against Nathaniel’s shoulder like I’ve forgotten how neck muscles function. Even my eyelids feel heavy, dragging down like wet curtains over a window.
“I can’t stand anymore,” I croak, barely audible over the hiss of the shower.
“Just a bit more,” Nathaniel murmurs, rubbing soap between his palms before pressing them to my back. He scrubs me carefully, thoroughly. “Let me clean you, and we’ll get you out of here.”