Chapter 68 Cole
COLE
Her desperate plea hung in the air like frost.
“Yours,” she’d gasped. “Always yours. Only yours. Please—”
The raw need in Eva’s voice shot straight to my cock.
Sweat beaded at my hairline despite the chill of the arena, my skin prickling with anticipation.
The bench beneath us creaked with each of her shuddering breaths, the only sound besides the soft hum of the emergency lights and the distant mechanical drone of the building’s ventilation system.
She trembled on the edge, her pulse visible in the hollow of her throat where Alek’s large hand rested.
She was gorgeous like this—desperate, exposed, vulnerable in a way she never allowed herself to be outside these moments.
Her skin flushed pink, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding us and the cold white of the ice.
Tristan lifted his head from between her thighs, his lips glistening with her arousal. His golden eyes, usually soft, had hardened with a dominance that never failed to surprise me. Without words, Alek ceded control, a subtle shift in the air as Tristan straightened to his full height.
“Stop,” Tristan commanded, his voice gentle but unyielding. Eva whimpered, the sound breaking into a frustrated sob that echoed in the cavernous space. “Not yet, kitten. You don’t get to come yet.”
My fingers tightened instinctively on her nipples, drawing another sweet, broken sound from her lips. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.
Tristan’s hand replaced mine in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. “Look at me, Eva.” His tone carried such tenderness despite the steel beneath it. “You’ve been so brave, bringing us here, showing us what you need. I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyelids fluttered at the praise, tears gathering at the corners. Her heart beat strong and steady under my hand on her chest, accelerating as her body responded to Tristan’s words. I was so fucking proud of her, for fighting, for surviving, for coming to us like this.
“Cole, Alek—strip,” Tristan directed, his gaze never leaving Eva’s face. “She deserves to be filled. Completely. She deserves a reminder of who she belongs to, of how completely we belong to her.”
I didn’t hesitate, releasing Eva to shed my remaining clothing. The cold air hit my overheated skin like a slap, but I barely noticed, too focused on the feast laid out before me. Alek released Eva into my arms so he could do the same as Tristan gently unlaced Eva’s skates.
Silently, I watched Tristan caress Eva’s tearstained cheek with reverent fingers, still amazed at my ability to share her—and him.
“Are you sure about this?” He looked over his shoulder at Alek behind him. “Color, Eva?”
“Green,” she answered. “So fucking green. Stop teasing me and fuck me, please!”
His smile was a perfect blend of adoration and mercilessness. “Your wish is my command, kitten. Climb on top of Cole and bend the fuck over so Alek can take your ass. I want to see your face when you’re stuffed full of cock.”
Eva’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating further at the crude words coming from Tristan’s usually gentle mouth. I could read the mixture of apprehension and desperate hunger in her gaze.
“You hear that, slut?” I growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “We’re going to use every hole, stretch you until you’re nothing but a vessel for our pleasure.”
She should have been offended, should have slapped me. Instead, she melted, a small moan escaping her parted lips. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, yes.”
Tristan arranged us with unexpected authority. I lay back on the bench, the wood cold and hard against my shoulder blades. Eva was positioned above me, her thighs bracketing mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, her arousal slick on my skin.
Alek knelt behind her, his large hands spanning her waist, while Tristan stood at her head, to my left, one hand still tangled in her hair.
“Look at her,” Tristan instructed, forcing Eva’s head up so we could all see her face—flushed, tear-streaked, and more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen. “Tell her what she is to us.”
“Everything,” Alek rumbled, his accent thick with desire.
“Mine,” I snapped, reaching up to pinch her nipple again, harder this time. The sharp gasp she released sent another surge of heat through my veins.
“Ours,” Tristan corrected, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. “Say it, Eva. Tell us who owns this body.”
“You do,” she breathed, her voice breaking on the words. “All of you. I’m yours—completely yours.”
“And we’re yours,” Tristan vowed.
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness.
The sensation was almost too much—hot, slick, welcoming.
Alek’s fingers prepared her ass, his movements careful.
I loved that about him. No matter how cruel we were, he always took care of her—of us.
Tristan guided himself to her mouth, his expression softening momentarily.
Instead of waiting for me to fill her, Eva reached between us and positioned my cock at her entrance before sinking down onto me.
The sound she made as I filled her was something I’d remember until my dying day—high and broken and desperate.
“Cole,” she cried out, a tear slipping down her face. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“Oh, sparrow, I missed you too,” I gasped as the tight heat of her enveloped me, her pussy fluttering as she struggled to accommodate me after weeks of absence.
Alek worked her from behind me, one finger at a time, until he was fucking her roughly with his hand and she was writhing on top of me.
“Alek,” I moaned, “I’m not going to last.”
His dark chuckle filled me with trepidation, and then he leaned over Eva, brushing his lips against her ear. “You ready, baby girl?”
“Sir, please!” she cried out.
He spanked her in rapid succession then worked his way into her, his cock sliding against mine through the thin membrane that separated us.
“Fuck,” I swore.
Eva didn’t say anything, just whined and writhed, her eyes vacant and glassy with lust.
When Alek was fully seated within her, Tristan leaned over and pushed Eva’s hair out of her face.
“Open,” he said softly, and she did, taking him down her throat. She dropped down until her torso was pressed against mine, limp like a doll, waiting for us to move her as we willed.
And then, we moved together, pushing and pulling her between us like a toy.
“That’s it,” Tristan praised, his voice strained as he controlled the pace with his grip in Eva’s hair. “Taking us all so perfectly. My good, brave girl.”
I watched her face transform as pain gave way to pleasure.
Her eyes glazed over and tears tracked down her cheeks as we moved in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfectly synchronized.
The bench creaked beneath us, the sound blending with Eva’s muffled moans and the slick sounds of our bodies joining.
“Look at this pathetic slut,” I sneered, even as my hands gentled on her hips, steadying her. “So desperate to be filled, she’d spread her legs in a hockey rink. Did you think about this? Did you touch yourself, thinking about being used like the worthless whore you are?”
Her body clenched around me at the degradation, her eyes rolling back. Some dark, twisted part of me thrilled at her response, at knowing she needed this roughness from me specifically.
But beneath my cruel words lay a truth I could barely admit to myself—I was in awe of her. Eva was the strongest person I’d ever known. Fuck, I loved her.
I reached around to slap her thigh, the crack echoing in the arena. “Answer me when I talk to you, slut,” I demanded.
Tristan withdrew slightly, allowing her to speak. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice wrecked. “Every night. Couldn’t—couldn’t stop thinking about you. All of you.”
“Our perfect Eva,” Tristan murmured, his praise a counterpoint to my degradation. “So honest. So brave. Taking everything we give you and still wanting more.”
I could feel her trembling above me, her thighs quivering against mine. Sweat made our skin slide, the friction delicious and maddening. The scent of sex overwhelmed the sterile smell of the arena, primal and intoxicating.
“Your cunt is squeezing me like it was made for my cock,” I hissed, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. “Tell me how it feels to be stuffed full, you insatiable whore.”
Behind her, Alek’s rhythm faltered slightly as he fought for control. His face, usually so composed, was now slack with pleasure.
“It feels—” she choked as Alek thrust deeply, “like coming home.”
My chest constricted at her honesty, at the raw vulnerability she offered up alongside her body. “Such a good girl,” Tristan praised, sliding back into her waiting mouth. “Our perfect, beautiful girl.”
I could feel her hovering on the edge, her inner muscles shaking, clenching. Her entire body vibrated with the need for release.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I admitted roughly, the words scraping my throat. “Setting this up. Showing us exactly what you need. Even if what you need is to be treated like the desperate cocksleeve you are.”
Her moan around Tristan was muffled but unmistakably pleasure-filled. I met Tristan’s gaze over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in silent question. He nodded, his hand gentling in Eva’s hair.
“Come for us, my love,” he commanded softly. “Show us how good it feels to belong to us again.”
I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit, circling roughly as I thrust up into her. “Come, slut,” I demanded, my voice a cruel counterpoint to Tristan’s tenderness. “Squeeze every drop out of us with that greedy cunt.”
Alek’s large hand splayed across her sternum, holding her securely as she trembled more violently. “We have you, malyshka,” he purred, his voice heavy with arousal. “Let go.”
The sound she made as she finally broke was almost inhuman—part scream, part sob—her body convulsing around us with such force that it nearly pulled me over the edge with her. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically, milking me as waves of pleasure visibly crashed through her.
And through it all, I couldn’t look away from her face—transformed by ecstasy, vulnerable, honest, beautiful in a way that transcended physical appearance.
Watching her come apart at our hands, I finally understood what had been missing in the weeks since we’d left—not just the sex, though god knows I’d missed that, but her.
Eva’s raw honesty, the courage it took to be this vulnerable, this open, the trust she placed in us to break her down and build her back up again. I loved her.
As her orgasm subsided, I leaned up to whisper in her ear, making sure only she could hear me. “I was a fucking idiot, sparrow. I’m never leaving you again. I need you too goddamned much.”