33. Wren #4
Lucian’s kisses are wild with abandon. Just like everything he commits to in life, he gives it his all.
Silas’s kisses are stealthy. Quiet. He doesn’t make a big show of kissing me, but the simple gesture, like it’s something he envisions doing every day for the rest of his life, is no less intoxicating.
All it takes is a single kiss from any of them to make my head spin and leave me wanting more.
I always want more when it comes to them.
It’s something I never thought I’d feel. Not after having my autonomy and control so brutally ripped away from me. Once upon a time, I didn’t know how I’d survive a man’s touch again. But piece by piece, these men gave me the safety to lower my walls. To let them in, heart and soul.
Ronan’s tongue dances sensually with mine while his fingers explore my skin. My body heats. My heart races.
Each of their touches is tantalizing. Teasing. Light strokes and quick brushes.
Arching my back, I push deeper into Ronan’s mouth. My hands seek out Lucian and Silas.
“Greedy, Little Moth,” Lucian tuts, but I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.
Breaking my lips from Ronan’s, I glare at him.
“There’s that venom,” Ronan chuckles. Lowering himself, he trails his lips along my skin before swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple.
When he sucks it into his mouth, I gasp.
Throwing my head back, I push my ass against Silas’s crotch.
He’s large and hard, and the knowledge has wetness gathering between my thighs.
Knowing the effect I have on him. On all of them.
That the wild way they make me feel is reciprocated.
“Ronan,” I moan in pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
“Baby, we have no intention of stopping,” Lucian promises, eyes dark with lust as he captures my lips with his. His kiss undoes me. The control I felt with Ronan snaps in the heat of his passion.
Driven mad with desire, I fist his hair and hold him to me while I moan into his mouth.
Hands and lips are everywhere.
Heat escalates as want wraps itself around us.
When Silas’s fingers slip between my thighs, I sigh in relief. Parting my legs, he cups my pussy with his large, calloused palm.
My hands slide up Lucian’s chest before wrapping around his neck, and I’m acutely aware of Ronan playing with my nipples. Panting into Lucian’s mouth, I rock my hips, desperate for Silas—for any of them—to touch me where I need them most.
“After something, Little Serpent?” Ronan chuckles.
I half-growl an incoherent response, making all of them laugh.
Frustrated, I go to direct Silas’s hand, but he beats me to it. With a hard swipe around my clit that makes me buck, he presses two fingers into my channel.
“Shit,” I gasp. Back arching, my fingers dig into Lucian’s shoulder as my head falls against Silas’s chest.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are,” Lucian groans, sounding pained. Pulling back, he shimmies down the bed so he’s eye level with my pussy.
“Lucian!” I croak in embarrassment.
“What?” His eyes flick up to my face, his lips hitching in a coy smile. “I want to watch the juices drip out of you when Silas makes you come.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, half from mortification and half because Silas just did something with his fingers that made heat flood my body.
Whatever. Lucian can do whatever he wants so long as Silas doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
Cheeks flushed, my breath is ragged as, between Silas’s skilled fingers, Ronan’s hot lips, and Lucian’s intense stare, I creep toward that peak.
“You look so fucking hot coming apart for us, sweetheart,” Ronan murmurs before slamming his lips down on mine. I can feel how he’s holding himself back in the tightness of his muscles.
Twisting, I fist the waistband of his sweats. Breaking away, he stares at me for a long moment, as though searching for something. I won’t make a move unless he wants to, but with my eyes, I convey how fucking much I want to touch him.
“Fuck,” he curses. Shoving his sweats and boxers down enough to free his erection, he takes my hand and guides it until I can wrap my fingers around his length.
He hisses as I begin to move, working him in time to Silas’s fingers fucking me.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
“So good,” I agree.
I have always liked sex. I enjoyed it before that night, but it has never felt like this. I’ve never had this connection. Never felt on the verge of going feral with need.
I whimper, struggling to contain this rising feeling that threatens to consume me whole.
“Please,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for. I don’t know what I need; I just know that I need something.
As if knowing something I don’t, Lucian leans in. He sucks my clit between his lips. That does it.
Like a bomb going off, I detonate.
That rising feeling explodes. My body goes stiff. My back arches. My mouth falls open on a garble of moans and yeses. A heat floods my limbs, leaving me heavy and sated, breathless as I bask in the warmth of my pleasure.
At some point, my eyes must have fallen shut, but when lips press to mine, I know instantly who is kissing me. I taste myself on him. My legs twist around his hips, and I pant into his mouth until my head is wrenched to the side. I smile into Silas’s kiss.
He groans, likely tasting my release from Lucian. His fingers are still inside me, making little pumping motions and drawing out every inch of my orgasm.
I don’t feel close to being finished, though.
As though that one release cracked open a door, I feel as though I need more.
One orgasm wasn’t enough.
With the three of them, I’m not sure there will ever be enough.
Cupping the back of his head, I deepen Silas’s kiss. My legs squeeze Lucian’s waist while I continue to pump Ronan’s hardness. He bucks into my hand, his breathing growing ragged.
“I think our little serpent wants more,” he rasps in a ragged voice.
“Is that right, baby?” Lucian questions, dragging his hands up my thighs. “Do you need more?”
Removing my hand from Ronan’s dick, I pull back, breaking my kiss with Silas to stare into his eyes. His pupils are wide, lips swollen as he stares right back at me. Not looking away, I respond, “Yes.”
“We don’t want to cross any lines, Little Moth,” Lucian continues, a seriousness to his tone.
“We need you to tell us what it is you want,” Ronan adds.
I go to turn my head so I can face Lucian, but Silas grabs my chin, keeping me in place.
Swallowing, I stare up at his face, sensing he needs to read the truth of my words in my eyes.
“I want to have sex,” I state bluntly. “With all of you.” I let those words land. Let Silas see that I mean them before I gently pull out of his grip so I can look at both Ronan and Lucian. I want them to know that I have no doubts. “Not necessarily all at once, or all of you right now.”
“Jesus,” Ronan chokes, while Lucian grins lasciviously.
“Baby, the fact you have it all on the table has the filthiest of thoughts going through my mind right now.”
Smacking him up the back of the head, Ronan fixes me with a serious expression despite the lust darkening his gleaming hazel eyes. “We want all of it with you, sweetheart. Every piece. We will take it at whatever pace you need. We’re yours.”
Surging forward, I grasp the front of Ronan’s shirt and pull his lips to mine. Caught up in a heated kiss where I convey everything I don’t know how to put into words, I push on his shoulders and twist until he’s lying on the bed, and I’m straddling him.
His sweats are caught around his knees, his dick pressed against the length of my pussy as I grind down on him.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips.
For the first time, his kiss isn’t tempered or controlled.
Beneath my touch, Ronan Sterling comes undone, and I soak up every beautiful second of it.
I work us both over until we’re panting heavily. Sweat lines my skin and dots his forehead when I lift enough to line him up with my entrance. Holding his stare, my lips part in a silent gasp as I sink down on his length.
“Jesus Christ,” he curses, eyes going wide as his hold turns bruising. “You’re strangling my dick.”
There’s a choked laugh from behind me. “Why are you complaining, dude?” Lucian jests.
“Not complaining,” Ronan grunts, thrusting shallowly. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you.” I can barely get the words out. My fingers curl into his chest, leaving crescent moon marks. Pleasure dances along my spine as I adjust to his size. Rocking my hips, he sinks deeper into me, one inch at a time.
It feels like it takes an age before my pelvis meets his, and I blow out a breath. I’ve never felt so full. So complete. So utterly content.
As if sensing how emotionally wrecked I am, Silas shuffles closer. His fingers tuck beneath my chin, lifting my face to his. He studies me as though he needs to check I’m okay.
I offer him a soft smile. I’ve never been so okay. Leaning in, I press my lips to his. Balanced precariously, I intend for it to be brief, but he sinks his hand into my hair, holding me in place as he slides his tongue along mine, deepening it.
It’s exactly what I need. I feel my whole body relax, accepting Ronan inside of me.
Arms band around me from behind, Lucian moving to support and hold me in place while Ronan thrusts up into me. I groan into Silas’s mouth while rocking on Ronan’s cock.
Surrounded by the three of them, I’m at home.
When Lucian moves to rub my clit, it’s all I need. I feel Ronan swell inside me as I go flying off the cliff and into oblivion.
When I return to Earth, I land safely in the arms of the men that I am quickly falling in love with. And perhaps that should scare me, but I’ve never been more confident of anything in my life.