Chapter 9 #3
I can’t look anywhere else. My gaze is locked with his, even as my body moves between the three of them, suspended in this impossible pleasure. Tears slide down my temples, catching in my hair. Not from pain. From something deeper, more primal.
They see me. And I can’t unknow that now. They took the time to learn what I like, how I want to be touched and loved.
They see me.
“Is this what you wanted?” Leif asks, his voice strained as he pushes deeper, his rhythm perfectly synced with Enzo’s. “To be filled by all of us?”
I can’t answer, can only moan around Davi as he thrusts gently into my mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating, salt and musk and something uniquely him that I want to memorize.
“Careful,” Enzo warns, his hands tightening on my hips. “She’s close.”
How does he know? How can he feel what I’m feeling when I can barely process it myself?
The pressure builds, coiling tight at my core.
My body trembles between them, stretched and filled beyond what I thought possible.
The museum around us fades, the tables, the ancient artifacts, the security cameras Leif disabled, all of it disappears until there’s nothing but this connection, this impossible intimacy with three men who shouldn’t exist.
“Let go for us.” His voice drops to that growl that vibrates through my chest.
Davi’s fingers thread through my hair, gentle yet possessive as he guides my movements. I take him deeper into my mouth, the salt-sweet taste of him making my head spin. My hands find purchase on Enzo’s thighs, needing something to hold onto as he drives into me from behind.
The rhythm is hypnotic, almost ritualistic in a primal way. They move together as if sharing one mind, one purpose, to bring me to the edge and keep me there, suspended in a state of exquisite torment.
I don’t know how they do it. Holding me on the edge of an orgasm that once it crests will destroy me.
“Look at you,” Leif murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I knew you were made for us.”
I should feel used, objectified. Instead, I feel powerful. Like I’m the center of their universe in this moment. Like I’m the one in control, even as they surround me completely.
The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel.
“Hadley,” Enzo whispers against my ear, his breath hot and urgent. “I can feel you trembling.”
And in that moment, they become my world. Their touch, their moans, the way they praise me. It feeds this void inside of me that I’ve been missing my entire adult life. This moment shows me more about how I’ve been treated, how no one has ever desired me as they do right now.
Davi’s hand slides from my hair to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin as he watches me take him. Drool drips from his lips and he doesn’t dare move away.
“I’m going to…” I manage to gasp around Davi, but the words dissolve into a moan as Enzo hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.
“Let go,” Leif demands, as though he has complete control over my arousal. And hell he just may now. “Give us everything.” When he says it, I’m not so sure he’s talking about just this moment.
Enzo presses soft kisses to my right shoulder, sweeping my hair off my neck. Leif leans over me and under Davi’s cock to lap at my left shoulder.
I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head as they suck on my skin there. Leaving what I damn well know will be hickies later.
I couldn’t care less because an orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat that echoes through the empty museum halls. My body convulses between them, caught in the crossfire of pleasure so intense it ruins me for anyone else.
They don’t stop fucking into me, don’t let me catch my breath. Just as one wave recedes, another builds, my oversensitive body responding to their relentless attention.
Davi’s rhythm falters first, his groan muffled as he finds his release. The taste of him floods my mouth, warm and bitter, and I swallow instinctively, surprised by my own willingness. He pulls back gently, his thumb brushing my swollen lips with something like wonder.
“Take us all.” Leif’s thrusts become erratic.
Leif comes inside me, hot and claiming, as he groans against my neck. His teeth graze my skin again, not quite breaking the surface but leaving me wondering if he wants to. Or if he already did. The thought should frighten me, but instead, it sends another shock of pleasure through my spent body.
Enzo follows moments later, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself inside me with a shuddering breath.
Four bodies. Three of them too still. One of them mine. The museum holds its breath with us. I have existed for thirty-two years. I don’t think I have lived through any of them until right now. I don’t think I’ve thrived until now.
Except when I open my eyes, it’s to Leif. Licking a fang that doesn’t at all look fake. I turn to look at Enzo still buried in my ass and find blood on his lips again.
And fangs.
I’m starting to think that maybe…
They’re real.