Eris
Kieran is patient.
Cruel, really.
The kind of cruel that leaves you panting, squirming, begging without ever saying the word. He’s between my thighs, tongue and fingers working in tandem with sinful precision, and I’m clinging to the sheets like they’ll keep anchoring me to this reality.
But it still isn’t enough.
I roll my hips, trying to chase something deeper than what he’s giving me. He holds me down with one arm, the other coaxing me open, unraveling me one ragged breath at a time.
“Kieran,” I gasp. “Please—”
He groans in answer, the vibration shooting straight through me, and I shatter. It’s full-body, back-arching, breath-stealing obliteration that makes my vision pulse white behind my eyelids as every nerve lights up.
When I open my eyes, Jace is already shirtless, lounging on the bed as if he’s been waiting for me to return to him and the land of the living. His pupils are blown wide, and his lips curve devilishly.
“Hi,” he whispers, like I’ve just walked into the room instead of coming all over his best friend’s face.
“Hi,” I breathe, dazed.
Silas stands at the end of the bed, still partially dressed and fully watching me.
Like he did in the bar.
And the hallway.
As if every inch of me was made for his viewing pleasure, even if he hasn’t touched me yet tonight.
Kieran kisses the inside of my thigh one last time, and graciously moves before he kills me.
His hands grip my waist as Jace reaches for me, and between the two of them, I’m lifted and turned with ease.
My body hasn’t stopped trembling from release and the promise of more, but they don’t mind, or care, as they share plans with a single look.
Jace pulls me into his lap, guiding me astride him while he settles his hands low on my hips.
Behind me, Kieran’s fingers trail up the back of my thigh, slick with something I hope is lube… Or I might actually stab him.
Silas steps to the edge of the bed, cupping my jaw in one large, warm hand as he tilts my face toward him.
“You’re not going to forget this,” he murmurs.
“I’m not sure I’ll survive it,” I reply back, grinning at him.
“Don’t be a smart ass.”
“Don’t be na?ve.”
He pinches my nipple as punishment for my sass as his mouth meets mine in a searing kiss.
Jace shifts beneath me, rubbing the thick press of his cock against my sensitive clit before I sink down his shaft. Kieran eases two fingers into my ass, teasing me as much as he preps me.
The three of them move in sync… like they’ve choreographed it.
It’s not spontaneous at all.
This is planned.
Not that I’m complaining… But these crafty motherfuckers.
Silas pulls away, breaths shallow and eyes dark. I whimper, though my attention immediately deviates as Kieran presses into me from behind.
And my world breaks apart again.
I don’t breathe. Can’t. Not yet.
The stretch is more than I recall. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming fullness as they claim me from both sides. Jace guides me over his shaft at a torturous pace, at the same time Kieran slowly buries himself inside my ass.
I can’t think or speak, but my breath returns to a shallow pant, matching Silas. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his just as Jace thrusts upward and Kieran rocks deeper, their rhythm building leisurely until I’m nothing but sound and sensation.
Silas swallows all my moans as I adjust, and they give me no time to think.
Only time to feel.
And I…
I never want it to end.
Kieran rocks deeper from behind, his hands gripping my hips with reverence and hunger. Jace meets each of his thrusts from beneath me, holding my waist like I might float away. But he’s grounding me against the tidal wave of sensation that steals the words from my mouth.
And Silas traces his fingertip over my throat, dragging his thumb against my bottom lip. “You can take more,” he whispers. “I know you can.”
My whole body trembles—used, full, and… Loved—and I want to give him everything, give them everything.
I shift forward. Jace catches my weight easily, and Kieran adjusts behind me, hands guiding, steadying me, as I lean toward Silas. My hands find his belt. His zipper. He hisses through his teeth as I free him.
“God, Eris.”
I glance up at him through my lashes, but I don’t wait for permission.
Don’t ask.
I wrap my mouth around the thick length of him, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. He tangles his fingers in my hair as my lips hollow around his girth, and his groan sounds like all that perfect restraint shattering.
I feel them everywhere, all around me. It’s smothering and intoxicating and addictive, sucking me into a storm of sensation.
Kieran’s rhythm falters as my core tightens, nearing another peak.
Jace growls something I can’t hear, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
Silas’s body is tight, his hand trembling against my scalp.
“You’re gonna kill us,” he rasps. “All of us.”
I try to smile around him.
Because I want to.
I want to ruin them the way they’ve been slowly, deliciously ruining me.
It only seems fair.
Jace twitches beneath me, edging himself.
Kieran slows, breaking their rhythm, his voice rough and low against my shoulder. “Let her come again.”
They change tempo, altering their positions just the slightest bit, and my orgasm sweeps through me as a full-body quake. My release sets them off, everyone teetering on the precipice, just waiting for me to tip first.
Jace and Kieran are so deeply settled inside me that I’m bordering too full as my core clenches, refusing to let them go. I moan around Silas, making his hips jerk and his grip tighten in my hair as he comes in my mouth.
Silas pulls out, eyes glazed and chest heaving, as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re unreal.”
I nod and collapse forward into Jace’s chest, arms shaking.
Wrecked.
Whole.
They move quickly once we’re all finished, careful hands somehow gentler than before, as if I might crack like a Faberge egg.
Kieran eases his way out of me, and I tumble to my side, trying to make my legs work so I can take a two-minute shower to get all the glitter and come off my body.
“Shower,” he asks.
I nod.
Kieran picks me up, carrying me to his bathroom. I turn on the water as he grabs towels from under his sink… And I don’t even wait for warm water before I step under the spray for the quickest shower of my life. It’s little more than a ho-bath.
I just want all the sweat and grime off my skin so I can pass out and die happy.
Seventy-three seconds of soap and cool water later, and I’m drying myself off, ready for sleep. Maybe some cuddling. I only use the towel because Kieran has it hanging and ready for me. Otherwise, I would crawl into the nearest bed, soaking wet.
I leave the bathroom naked, and Jace pulls the blankets back on Kieran’s bed like he can see the exhaustion on my face.
Silas hands me a bottle of water. “Drink at least half of it. I brought you some pain reliever, too.”
“Thank you.” They’re so thoughtful that it still catches me off guard and makes me wonder if I’ll ever get used to being important to someone other than Roo.
Kieran kneels in front of me, tilting his head. “Still with us?”
I nod slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more with anyone.”
He smiles, and it’s so fucking contagious. I grin too, but that makes me yawn.
“You’re ours.” Silas presses a kiss to my shoulder. “That also means you should sleep.”
Jace settles beside me, brushing hair out of my face. “We’re packing up your apartment tomorrow and moving you in.”
I don’t even try to argue with him. My eyelids are so heavy, and they seem to be connected to my mouth. Mumbled nonsense is all they get from me.
It feels a little late to admit, or maybe I’m just too sleepy and it’s making me emotional…
But I’m happy I didn’t log off.