Chapter 47 Liam
LIAM
Padding down the hallway in just my boxers, I follow the soft glow coming from the kitchen. What I find stops me in my tracks.
Dom sits at the kitchen table, laptop open, his face illuminated by the screen’s harsh light.
But what catches my attention is Cora—perched on his lap, facing the table, her head nestled against his shoulder, eyes closed.
Dom’s arm is wrapped protectively around her waist while his other hand works the keyboard.
“What the hell is going on here?” I ask, voice rough with sleep.
Dom glances up, expression tense. “Julia’s been selling information to Pike. Security footage confirms it—she accessed our home security protocols, client files, everything.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, moving to the coffeemaker. Only then do I really process the tableau before me—how intimately they’re connected.
“Are you two—”
“She’s warming my cock while I work,” Dom says matter-of-factly. “Said it would motivate me to finish faster.”
I nearly choke on my first sip of coffee. Cora stirs at the sound, her eyelids fluttering open.
“Mmmmm,” she moans softly, shifting slightly on Dom’s lap.
“Don’t move,” Dom growls, his typing momentarily paused. “I’m almost done with these security protocols, then I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you properly.”
Cora’s sleepy eyes find mine, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Morning, Liam.”
“Morning,” I respond, oddly enchanted by this domestic yet wildly erotic scene. “Need any help with damage control?”
Cora’s eyes sharpen with sudden clarity. “I know what we need to do.” She sits up straighter on Dom’s lap, wincing slightly as she adjusts her position. “I need to hold a press conference.”
Dom’s hands still on the keyboard. “A press conference?”
“To tell the truth about my father. All of it—the abuse, the threats, everything.” Her voice gains strength with each word. “We have enough evidence now. Martha’s letters, my medical records, the recordings...”
I lean against the counter, watching her transformation from sleepy lover to determined warrior. She’s magnificent.
“Cora,” Dom says quietly. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. Taking your story public—”
“I am ready.” The steel in her voice cuts through his concern.
“I’ve been silent for twenty-three years while he hurt me behind closed doors.
Then you three came along and...” She looks between us, her expression softening momentarily.
“You showed me what it means to be protected instead of controlled.”
Pride swells in my chest. This isn’t the frightened prey we captured in the Hunt. This is a woman reclaiming her power.
Dom studies her face for a long moment before nodding. “We’ll start planning it today. I’ll call our PR team.”
“Thank you.”
Dom suddenly closes his laptop with a decisive click. “I can’t work anymore.” His voice drops to that commanding tone that makes my cock twitch. “Not with you squirming on my lap like this. I need to make love to you. Now.”
In one fluid motion, he stands, lifting Cora with him. She gasps as he bends her forward over the kitchen counter.
“Watch,” Dom commands, his eyes finding mine as he pushes Cora’s sleep shirt up her back.
I don’t need to be told twice. My hand drifts to my hardening cock.
“God, yes,” Cora moans as Dom pushes inside her, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
I lean against the kitchen island, stroking myself as I watch Dom slide in and out of Cora. Her moans fill the kitchen, the early morning light casting shadows across her arched back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter, my hand moving faster.
“Looks like someone needs his ass stuffed.”
I turn to see Ryder standing in the doorway, gloriously naked, his cock already hard. His eyes flick from Dom and Cora to my hand working my erection.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice rough with need. “I really fucking do.”
Ryder grabs the olive oil from the counter—the expensive Italian stuff Dom insists on buying. He drizzles it over his fingers with a wicked grin.
“Bend over,” he commands, “on the other side.”
I comply immediately, assuming the same position as Cora across the kitchen island. We’re facing each other now, her eyes glazed with pleasure as Dom pounds into her.
Ryder’s slick finger circles my entrance before pushing inside. I groan, dropping my forehead to the cool marble counter.
“More,” I demand, pushing back against his hand.
“Greedy boy,” he chuckles, but obliges with a second finger, scissoring me open.
When he finally replaces his fingers with his cock, I gasp at the delicious burn of the stretch. Ryder reaches around, his oil-slick hand wrapping around my cock as he sets a steady rhythm that matches Dom’s across from us.
“Fuck, you’re leaking,” Ryder murmurs, his thumb spreading precum across my tip.
I moan, caught between the dual sensations of Ryder filling my ass and his hand working my cock. Across the counter, Cora’s eyes lock with mine, a smile playing on her lips despite her breathless state.
This—this is everything I never knew I wanted. The freedom to enjoy both men and women, to love them equally, to be fucked while watching the most beautiful woman in the world get pleasured.
“God, I love you,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips without thought. And I do—love Ryder’s strength behind me, Dom’s commanding presence, Cora’s fierce heart. Love that they love me back just as much, just as deeply.
“I love you too, Liam,” Cora breathes, her face flushed with pleasure. “And fuck—I love watching you get fucked so well. You look so beautiful taking Ryder’s cock.”
Her words send a jolt through me, intensifying every sensation. I never imagined being watched could feel this intimate, this powerful.
Dom groans, his rhythm growing more erratic as he thrusts into Cora. “Look at them,” he tells her, his voice strained. “Our beautiful boys.”
“Yes,” Cora gasps. “Ours.”
Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, drawing me closer to the edge. His other hand works my cock with skill, twisting just right on the upstroke.
“I can feel you getting close,” Ryder murmurs against my ear. “Want to come with me inside you, Liam? Want me to fuck the cum right out of you?”
“Yes,” I manage, barely recognizing my own voice—raw and desperate. “Please.”
Across from me, Cora’s eyes lock with mine as Dom pounds into her. The connection between us transcends the physical—four souls tangled together in something that defies explanation.
Dom suddenly stills, his jaw clenched. “I’m filling you up, baby girl,” he growls to Cora. “Breeding this perfect pussy.”
Cora’s eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she climaxes with him.
The sight pushes me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, cock pulsing as I spill over Ryder’s fist and onto the floor below.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder hisses, his thrusts becoming wild, uncontrolled. “Taking all my cum, Liam. Filling you up.”
He slams into me one final time, and I feel the hot pulse of him emptying inside me. We’re all connected in this moment—sharing breath, pleasure, love—our bodies speaking what words never could.
As we catch our breath, Ryder gently pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He turns me around, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply.
“Good morning to you, too,” I murmur against his mouth.
Across from us, Dom has already helped Cora stand upright, turning her to face him. He brushes her tousled hair from her face with unexpected tenderness before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her arms wind around his neck as she melts against him.
When they break apart, Cora’s eyes find mine. She extends her hand, beckoning me closer as Ryder releases me with a playful pat on my ass. I cross to her, sliding my hand along her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.
“I meant what I said,” I whisper against her mouth. “I love you.”
She smiles against my lips. “I know.”
Behind me, I hear Dom’s surprised intake of breath as Ryder pulls him into a kiss. I glance over my shoulder to see Dom melt into the kiss as Ryder’s hand slides around his neck, holding him in place. It’s still new for Dom—his attraction to men—but he’s learning to surrender to it.
Ryder breaks away with a satisfied grin before moving to Cora. He dips her dramatically, making her laugh before silencing her with a thorough kiss that leaves her breathless when he finally sets her upright again.
Dom approaches me with purpose in his eyes. Without hesitation, he cups the back of my head and pulls me into a commanding kiss that makes my knees weak.
“Well,” Ryder says when we all finally separate, “I don’t know about you three, but I’ve worked up an appetite.” He stretches lazily, completely comfortable in his nakedness. “How about I make us some pancakes? In the buff, of course.”
“Is that sanitary?” Dom asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Who cares?” Ryder grins. “I’ll wear an apron if it makes you feel better. Just the apron.”
“God help us,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Considering we all share bodily fluids,” Cora says with a laugh, “I don’t think sanitary matters anymore.”
Dom’s expression is priceless—a mixture of horror and amusement that makes the rest of us burst out laughing.
“She’s got you there,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “Hard to argue with that logic when you’ve had all three of us.”
“Fine,” Dom concedes, his lips twitching. “But if the health department shows up, I’m blaming all of you.”
Ryder ties the black apron around his waist with a flourish, leaving his ass completely exposed. “Chef’s special coming up! Who wants blueberries in their pancakes?”
“I do,” Cora says, hopping onto a stool at the kitchen island. She winces slightly. “Though I might need a cushion after what you three did to me last night.”
I slide behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. “Worth it though, right?”
She turns her head to kiss my cheek. “Every fucking second.”
Dom pours us all coffee, moving around the kitchen with the same commanding presence he brings to the boardroom—even while completely naked. It’s strangely domestic, this moment between us.
As Ryder flips pancakes with a dramatic flourish and Cora argues with Dom about the merits of maple syrup versus honey, I feel something settle in my chest. A certainty I haven’t known since before my sister died.
Pike might be powerful. He might have the media, the political connections, and the ruthlessness to try to destroy us. But he doesn’t have this bond between us that transcends sex and desire. This makeshift family we’ve created from the ashes of our broken pasts.
Whatever hell William Pike tries to rain down on us, I know we’ll survive it. Together, we’re powerful enough to withstand anything. And when this is over, we’ll be the ones standing victorious.