Chapter Twenty-Eight
Juliet
Inside, I stop and turn, heart pounding, as they follow me.
Four bodies. Four sets of eyes, drinking me in. Four men, mine.
My skin is already too hot. My dress too tight, too much, too in the way.
I reach for the zipper.
Elliot’s voice stops me. Low. Firm. Possessive. “Let us.”
Heat pools in my stomach.
I drop my hands. Wait.
Elliot steps behind me first, the others giving him space like it’s only right that he unwraps me first. Fingers graze my back. Slow. Purposeful.
The zipper hums down, the fabric loosening, sighing away from my skin.
Noah is next. He slides the straps off my shoulders, lets the silk spill down my body in a whisper.
I step out of it.
Orion kneels at my feet, unstrapping my heels. A kiss at my ankle before he slips the first off. Another kiss before the second.
Callum lets out a low, appreciative whistle. “Fuck me, Madness.” He reaches out, traces a single finger from my navel to the lace of my bra. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
I arch into his touch, smiling. Of course, I did.
Elliot unhooks my bra. Noah slides it from my shoulders.
Callum groans. Orion swears.
Elliot’s fingers graze my ribs, my waist, my hips. “You are…” He exhales. “Exquisite.”
My panties, soft pink, barely there, already soaked, are the last to go.
Orion is the one to take them. He hooks his thumbs into the sides and drags them down slow, mouthing at my hip as he does.
They all look at me.
Starving. Worshipful. Fucking ruined already.
I bite my lip, thrilling in the power of it.
And then I step back, just enough to take them all in.
Four men, mine.
Dressed. Too dressed.
Not for long.
I reach for Callum first, because he is the newest, the one who still needs to learn.
I hook my fingers into his waistband, pop the button, drag the zipper down. I watch his face as I do it.
His green eyes darken. His jaw flexes. His cock is thick and hard before I even have his jeans past his hips.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, watching me the way a starving man watches his last meal.
I drop to my knees to shove them the rest of the way down. Because why the hell wouldn’t I? I press a kiss to the sharp line of his hip. Inhale him.
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers thread into my hair.
Not yet.
I stand, turn to Orion. My beast.
He already knows. He’s already pulling off his shirt, kicking off his boots, smirking as he watches me.
Cocky. Certain. Ready.
I rake my nails down his chest before undoing his pants. Because I love that body, and he knows it.
“Gonna worship me, sweetheart?” he teases, voice already strained.
I push his pants down, fingers brushing his cock, thick, hot, heavy, as I do.
His breath shudders.
Yes.
I move to Noah. My heart. My poet.
He lets me strip him slow, watching me like he’s composing a sonnet in his head, already lost in the poetry of this moment.
I slide his pants down deliberately, knowing he likes the tease, knowing he likes to make things last.
He shudders when I kiss the center of his chest.
Elliot is already undressing himself.
Of course he is.
He watches all of us, studying, cataloging, amused and unbearably aroused.
I reach for his belt.
He lets me.
And then? He grabs my wrist, pulls me flush against his body, and whispers, “Blindfold, baby girl?”
I whimper.
Fuck.
Yes.
Elliot strokes my wrist with his thumb, slow, deliberate, teasing. “Say it,” he murmurs, his voice silk and sin against my throat.
I swallow. Bare in his arms, my skin hot from the anticipation, from the way they’re all watching, waiting, ready. “Yes, sir,” I whisper. Because I know what he’s asking.
Elliot chuckles, dark and low, releasing me just long enough to retrieve the blindfold.
Soft fabric glides over my eyes.
Darkness.
And then?
Hands.
So many hands.
Everywhere.
Sliding over my hips, my waist, my thighs.
Callum’s fingers skim the curve of my ass. Noah’s lips brush my shoulder. Orion’s mouth finds my breasts, hot and open and fucking ravenous.
Someone, Elliot, I think, grips my chin, tilts my face up, breathes against my lips but doesn’t kiss me. “You take all of us tonight, baby doll?”
I whimper.
He lets out a soft laugh, deep and knowing. “Let’s see how well you can beg.”
Fingers slide between my thighs.
I moan, arch, reach for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing.
Just heat, touch, mouths and hands and the overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of being completely theirs.
One of them, Callum, maybe, cups the back of my neck, breath hot against my ear. “You feel how wet you are, Madness?” His voice is a growl. A promise.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Orion groans. I swear I can feel him stroking himself at the sound.
My whole body shudders.
The blindfold makes it worse.
Or better.
I don’t know.
All I know is I’m surrounded.
Touched. Kissed. Claimed.
Every inch of me belongs to them.
A mouth, Elliot’s, covers mine, firm and slow, owning every gasp, every whimper, every desperate little sound I make.
Another, Orion, trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, his hands strong, sure, pinning my thighs apart like I might even think to stop him.
I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
“Goddamn,” Callum murmurs, his hands gripping my hips, his voice thick with something dark and primal.
“She’s shaking,” Noah whispers, his lips brushing my ear, soft, teasing, wicked. “She likes this.”
Like is too small a word.
I’m burning.
I’m dripping.
I’m completely at their mercy.
And they know it.
Elliot’s hand slides up my throat, his fingers tightening just slightly, just enough to make me whimper against his mouth. “You ready to beg, baby doll?”
I moan.
Orion chuckles against my skin, his tongue flicking over my clit, slow, torturous. “Let’s see how long you can last.”
I can’t see.
I can’t move.
I can only feel.
Hands. Teeth. Tongues.
Worshiping. Devouring.
Holding me open, spreading me wide, claiming every inch of me until I don’t know where I end and they begin.
My breath shatters as Orion thrusts two fingers inside me, curling just right, stroking that devastating little spot that makes me sob.
“Good girl,” Elliot murmurs against my throat, his lips slow, deliberate, like he has all the time in the world.
He doesn’t.
None of them do.
I need them.
Now.
All of them.
“Please,” I whisper, barely a sound.
Orion growls. “You sure?”
I nod. Frantic. Desperate.
But that’s not enough.
Elliot grips my chin, tilts my head back, makes sure my blindfolded eyes are pointed at him. “Use your words, baby girl.”
I swallow hard. “I want.” My breath hitches as Callum’s teeth scrape over my hip.
Fuck.
“I want all of you.”
Noah groans, his hands gliding down my body, mapping me, memorizing me. “You heard our girl,” he says, voice thick with need.
Orion presses inside me first, stretching, filling, ruining.
I arch. Cry out.
A hand covers my mouth.
Elliot.
Of course.
“Shh,” he breathes, his fingers tight on my jaw, firm, controlling. “You can scream when we’re finished.”
I clench around Orion at that, and he curses, deep and rough. “Fuck, she’s squeezing me already.”
“She can take more,” Callum says, his voice dark with promise.
I feel him behind me, his heat, his weight, his hands sliding down my back.
Oh, god.
“Breathe, Madness,” he whispers, his cock nudging against my other entrance, slick, insistent. “Relax.”
I try.
I fail.
They don’t wait.
They take.
Together.
Hard.
Deep.
And I fall apart.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
I don’t know my own name.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know who I belong to.
Because they all own me now.
Orion thrusts deeper, his growl vibrating through my spine. “Fuck.”
Callum’s breath scorches my neck, his grip bruising on my hips as he drives into me without mercy. “Tightest little thing I’ve ever had.”
I whimper, wrecked, ruined, overwhelmed.
But they’re not done.
Noah tilts my head back, slides his cock past my parted lips. “Suck, angel.”
I obey.
Of course, I do.
Because I was made for them.
Elliot groans, his hand tightening around my throat. “So obedient,” he murmurs. “Our sweet little treasure.”
His praise lights me on fire.
I clench, shudder, gasp, my entire body trembling.
They feel it.
They know.
And they fuck me harder.
Callum’s rhythm turns savage. “Goddamn, Madness, you’re squeezing the life out of me.”
Orion’s thrusts turn punishing. “She wants to come.”
Noah’s voice is strained. “Let her.”
Elliot’s hand on my throat tightens. “Come,” he orders.
And I shatter.
Hard.
Violent.
Mind-breaking.
The pleasure crashes over me, drags them down with me.
Callum snarls my name, spilling inside me.
Orion grunts, jerks, curses, his release following.
Noah groans, gripping my hair, his cock twitching between my lips.
“Open,” Elliot says.
Noah withdrawals.
I open.
“Good girl,” Elliot whispers.
I feel them both, tips thumping a second before they spill onto my tongue. I swallow every last drop.
Then he claims my mouth, kissing me deep, filthy, endless.
And I collapse.
Held.
Owned.
Loved.
Ruined beyond repair.
I can’t move.
I don’t need to.
Because they move for me.
Orion shifts first, rolling me onto his chest, his strong arms caging me in. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
Noah’s fingers trace soft circles on my thigh, soothing, grounding. “You were incredible, Angel.”
Callum stretches, lazy, satisfied, then slaps my ass. “Damn, Madness. I might be obsessed.”
Elliot is the last to speak. But his hands move before his mouth does.
Gently untangling my hair. Brushing featherlight touches over my wrists, easing the ache from where he held me down. Tipping my chin up, forcing my dazed eyes to meet his. “You are soaked in us,” he murmurs.
I shudder.
Because he’s right.
They’ve ruined me.
Their hands, their mouths, their bodies.
Their come, warm inside me, slick on my skin.
Orion’s.
Callum’s.
Noah’s.
Elliot’s.
I should be exhausted.
But I want more.
Elliot sees it first. His smirk is slow, knowing, devastating. “Greedy little thing.”
“She’s ours,” Orion says, voice heavy with possession.
“Think she can take us again?” Callum taunts.
Noah chuckles. “She’s already dripping for it.”
Elliot leans in, lips brushing mine. “You want more, baby doll?”
I don’t hesitate.
I never hesitate.
I arch between them, stretching, sighing, purring. “Always.”