Nova #2
Locke doesn’t look up from me. “Just like I thought.” His thumb presses against the white cotton. “She’s ready.”
I make a sound I wasn’t planning on making.
“I told you these were my favorite.” His thumb moves. Slow. Deliberate. “You were wearing them the night we were first together.”
The room slows down around us.
“I remember that,” Kyron says.
I turn my head toward him. He’s watching from the chair with that look. The one that always means trouble.
“You liked watching then too,” I say.
He smirks. Doesn’t deny it.
Locke presses a little harder and my attention snaps back to him.
“But Sweetie.” His voice drops. “I like them so much because you get so wet.” His thumb drags slowly across the fabric. “And they show me exactly how wet you are.”
He slides them to the side.
“And there’s nothing you can do about it right now.”
He pushes one finger in.
I cry out. My hips lift off the bed without my permission.
Trey kisses me. Swallows the sound.
Locke adds another finger and my whole body arches into it, his fingers curling, finding the right angle immediately like he already knows exactly where, because he does, he’s memorized this, and my hands pull against the rope above me.
My hips move. I can’t stop them.
“That’s it,” Rane says low. “Just like that, Beautiful.”
Beckett’s mouth finds my nipple.
Vaelor’s hands move to my legs, pulling them up, opening me further. I hear Locke make a sound that’s almost not human as he pulls his fingers out and drags his pants down.
He presses himself against me.
I groan. “I forgot how—”
He pushes in.
I cut myself off with a moan that bounces off every wall in the room.
“Vaelor.” Locke’s voice. Controlled. Barely.
Vaelor pulls my legs higher. Just like that. Changing the angle and I feel every inch of it and my fingers curl into fists above the rope.
Locke moves. Slow at first. Deep. His hands on my hips keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Then Rane moves, pulling away. When he comes back his clothes are gone. His cock hard, as he makes his way back onto the bed.
These men are going to kill me.
He presses himself to my lips. “Come on, beautiful.” His voice is rough. “I want to feel your mouth around me.”
I open for him.
He pushes in slow and the sound he makes when my lips close around him goes straight through me.
“Fuck,” Trey says under his breath. He’s watching. Too intently. His pants are coming off and his hand wraps around himself and he’s watching my mouth and—
Rane’s eyes dart between me and Trey’s hand on his cock.
Something in his expression shifts.
Rane moans and I lose whatever thought I had because there’s too much happening at once and all I can do is feel.
All of it. All of them.
Locke’s rhythm changes.
I feel it immediately — his control slipping, his pace going harder, deeper, less deliberate and more desperate and I moan around Rane because I can’t help it. The vibration of it makes Rane’s breath catch above me.
“God,” he breathes. “Do that again.”
I do.
His hips push forward and his grip in my hair tightens and I feel it pulling low in my stomach. Tension coiling tighter. Locke feels it, his hands grip my hips harder.
“That’s it,” Trey says from somewhere to my left. Low. Filthy. “Let them feel you.”
I moan again before I can stop it.
Locke’s angle shifts. Just slightly. Just enough. And Beckett chooses that exact moment to run his hand slowly down my body — past my hip, lower, lower — his fingers finding my back entrance and pressing gently while his mouth pulls hard at my nipple at the same time and—
Everything goes white.
I come so hard my whole body lifts off the bed. The rope catches my wrists. Rane’s hand holds my head. Locke’s hands anchor my hips and he keeps moving through it, drawing it out, every thrust making my toes curl and my thighs shake and sounds come out of me that I’ve never made before.
Locke’s rhythm stutters. His hands crush my hips. A sound tears out of him that I feel in my chest — and he shudders and stills and I feel every second of it.
Rane’s hand fists in my hair.
“Nova—”
He pushes a little too deep. I gag around him and his whole body shudders and he comes, hard into my mouth as he groans.
In the corner Kyron makes a sound like something broke loose.
I open my eyes.
All of them are glowing.
Every set of eyes in the room lit up and bright before they start to fade, one by one, like embers going soft.
Except Trey’s.
He’s still stroking himself. His eyes cycling gold then dimming then gold again, right on the edge and unable to tip over. His jaw is tight. His whole body is tense with the effort of holding back something he can’t quite let go.
When he meets my eyes, my breath catches.
He’s looking at me like he doesn’t deserve…
I pull at the rope and Rane is already there, getting my hands free.
I move, swing my leg over his hips and sink down slow. He makes a sound so broken it goes straight through me before I’ve even started to move.
His hands find my waist. Shaking.
“Nova—”
“I know.” I start to move.
His eyes flood gold immediately. Holding this time. Staying.
I lean down and kiss him.
Slow. Just that. His mouth finding mine like he’s been waiting for exactly this and didn’t know how to ask.
For me.
I break the kiss, moving up his jaw.
Close enough that he’ll hear me.
“You were never broken, Trey,” I say quiet. Just for him. Moving slow against him, rolling my hips, feeling him start to unravel beneath me. “You were just always meant to be mine.”
His arms wrap around me and pull me against his chest as his hips move into me. Faster, harder and I can’t do anything but take it.
The orgasm builds again so fast I can’t breathe. It rolls through me as his whole body shakes and he comes inside me.
He breathes deep and I watch the glow in his eyes slowly fade.
He doesn’t let go of me.
I don’t move.
Vaelor pulls a blanket up from somewhere. He doesn’t say anything. Just tucks it around me like that’s his job, which maybe it is. Maybe it’s always been.
I wiggle free just a little and end up between Vaelor and Trey without anyone deciding it.
Trey’s arm stays around me from one side. He presses his mouth to my hair. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.
Vaelor on my other side. His hand finds mine under the blanket.
“You got the short end,” I say. My voice comes out rough.
“Did I?” He sounds almost amused.
“You barely—”
“I held you through all of it.” His thumb moves across my knuckles. “I felt everything you felt.” A pause. “I got the best part.”
I turn my head and look at him.
He presses his lips to mine and pulls me closer.
Trey makes a sound in protest.
I laugh and snuggle in between them.
Somewhere Rane says something about voyeurs. Kyron throws a pillow.
Men…
My men.