Chapter 18
Alexander
At first, I hang back. The cabin feels too small, too intimate, and everything that’s happened tonight is pressing in on me.
Mia is crying, then kissing Marcus, Tyler holding her close, both of them losing themselves in her.
For a moment I’m just a bystander, watching as their hands roam over her, their mouths gentle and desperate against her skin.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want her like this, with them.
The possessive part of me wants to pull her away, wants her all to myself.
But watching her melt under their touch—watching her react, seeing the way her eyes go soft and her breath goes shaky—it does something to me I can’t deny.
I feel my own restraint slipping, replaced by heat and want and something raw.
Marcus kisses her first, slow and deep, his hand at her jaw.
Tyler leans in, brushing his lips along her shoulder, then her neck, his palm splayed across her stomach.
She turns to me, her eyes shining with need and trust, and suddenly I can’t keep my distance.
I move closer, cupping her face, searching her gaze for any hint of hesitation.
There’s none. She leans into me and I kiss her—soft at first, then hungrily, tasting her, feeling her respond just as desperate as I am.
Our kisses turn hungrier, less hesitant. Marcus pulls her sweater over her head, Tyler works the clasp of her bra, and together we slip her out of her clothes until she’s bare and warm in the firelight. My hands explore the smooth curve of her back, fingers tracing her spine, memorizing every inch.
Tyler cups her breasts, squeezing gently, bending to suck her nipple into his mouth.
She gasps, arching into his touch, and Marcus’s mouth is on her other breast, teasing her, making her moan.
I kiss her throat, sucking gently at the sensitive spot under her jaw, then trail kisses down to her collarbone, feeling her shiver against me.
She leans back against my chest and I slide my hands down her sides, over her hips, pulling her close. Marcus kisses her shoulder and her lips, Tyler’s mouth moves along her neck and collarbone, our hands and mouths overlapping everywhere—tasting, touching, claiming.
I run my palms over her thighs, pressing kisses down her back as she twists in my arms. She’s making those sounds again—soft, desperate, needy—and every noise goes straight to my core.
Marcus’s hand cups her face as he kisses her, and Tyler grins as he kisses the trail down her stomach, mouthing at her skin and making her shudder.
Outside, the wind howls against the cabin’s windowpanes, but inside, the only sound is breath and the low crackle of flames.
I’m pressed against Mia’s back, my palm splayed over her hip, feeling her shiver—not from the cold, but from the way Marcus has his lips wrapped around her nipple, tongue flicking slow circles, and the way Tyler’s mouth is hot against her neck, his hand teasing down her thigh.
She arches, gasping, her ass grinding back against me, desperate and slick.
I grip her harder, just to remind myself this isn’t a dream.
I kiss the slope of her shoulder, tasting sweat, feeling the shudder run through her.
Tyler catches my eye over Mia’s body, smirking, fingers tangled in her hair as he kisses her jaw, nipping her just enough to make her whimper.
I fucking love that sound.
Marcus shifts, tracing his tongue across her chest, sucking one nipple and pinching the other, and Mia is writhing now, her hands clutching at whatever she can find—my thigh, Marcus’s arm, Tyler’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathe into her hair, and she twists, catching my mouth in a kiss, her tongue desperate and greedy.
Tyler moves lower, lips ghosting over her belly, his hand sliding between her legs, parting her thighs wider for all of us.
Mia moans, bucking against his fingers, and Marcus catches her nipple between his teeth, drawing another gasp from her lips.
I slide my cock against the slickness between her legs, feeling her pulse around Tyler’s hand.
The three of us are crowding her, worshiping every inch, and she’s soaking it up—her skin flushed, nipples tight, mouth slack with pleasure.
Tyler meets my gaze again, grinning, and dips his head, tongue finding Mia’s clit as Marcus pinches and teases her nipples, and I can’t help it—I rock against her, grinding slow, lazy circles. She cries out, the sound raw and needy, her back arching so hard she’s pressed to my chest.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, voice hoarse, breathless, and none of us have any intention of stopping. The storm outside is forgotten.
My hand finds Marcus’s, and I guide it lower, letting him feel the way Mia clenches and shudders, slick and ready. He laughs, low and hungry, and kisses her again, mouthing at her breast. Tyler’s still working her clit, slow, relentless, and Mia is shaking, her hands gripping anything she can find.
Tyler pulls back first, slick fingers leaving her dripping. He doesn’t say a word, just looks at me, then at Marcus, that silent question passing between us. Mia’s eyes flick to mine as I line myself up behind her, and she holds my gaze, lips parted, breathing hard.
No hesitation. Just need.
When I push into her, slow and deep, she gasps my name and her hands fly back, gripping my wrists. I stay there for a second, buried to the hilt, watching her face as she adjusts around me. Her eyes are locked on mine, pupils blown wide, and the intimacy of it almost knocks the breath out of me.
I start moving, steady, deliberate strokes, making sure she feels every inch. Marcus kneels in front of her, lifting her chin, forcing her to look at him as he kisses her mouth, deep and messy. She whimpers into his lips when I thrust harder, the sound vibrating straight through me.
“Look at you,” Marcus murmurs against her mouth, eyes flicking briefly to me before returning to her. “Taking him so well.”
I feel her clench at that, and I swear under my breath.
When I pull out, it’s slow, dragging, leaving her aching and empty for just a second before Tyler’s there, sliding into her as she turns onto her back. She spreads her legs without being asked, one hand reaching for me, the other fisting in Marcus’s shirt as Tyler sinks into her with a groan.
I sit back on my heels, watching. God, I watch. Tyler fucks her with long, rolling thrusts, his eyes never leaving her face. Mia’s gaze bounces between him and me, like she doesn’t know who to focus on, and every time her eyes catch mine, her breath stutters.
Marcus moves behind her head, fingers threading through her hair as he leans down, murmuring in her ear, making her arch harder into Tyler.
When Tyler pulls out, Marcus takes his place without a word, guiding her onto all fours.
He grips her hips, slow at first, almost teasing, letting her feel the weight of him before he thrusts in.
She cries out, back arching, and I step in close, my hand sliding under her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
“Eyes on me,” I say quietly.
She obeys. Instantly. Her expression is wrecked—flushed, lips swollen, eyes shining—and I kiss her hard, swallowing her moan as Marcus fucks her deeper, rougher now. She clenches around him, gasping into my mouth, and the whole cabin feels too small, too hot.
When it’s my turn again, she’s already shaking.
I pull her back against my chest, guide myself in from behind, and this time I don’t go slow.
She meets every thrust, pushing back, breathless and desperate, her eyes flicking between mine in the reflection of the window while Tyler watches from the floor, stroking himself as he waits.
I pull out just as she starts to tip, just as her breath goes sharp and needy. She whines, actually whines, turning to chase me, and I catch her face in my hands.
“Not yet,” I murmur, holding her there, eyes locked on mine. She’s flushed, lips parted, chest heaving. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this.
Marcus is already there, sliding into her as I ease her onto her back.
She cries out at the sudden fullness, legs flying open, heels digging into the rug.
Marcus leans over her, slow, deep thrusts, watching her face like he’s memorizing it.
Mia grips his shoulders, nails digging in, her eyes flicking wildly between him and me as I kneel beside her.
Tyler steps in next, crowding her space, capturing her mouth in a filthy kiss while Marcus fucks her harder. Tyler pulls back just enough to look down at her, smirking when she gasps.
“You gonna come already?” he taunts softly.
She shakes her head, breathless. “Please—please—”
That’s when Marcus pulls out.
She sobs at the loss, hips lifting instinctively, empty and aching. I don’t make her wait. I slide back in, smooth and relentless, and she screams, head tipping back. I lean over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh, holding her open as I fuck her.
Her eyes are glued to mine now. I don’t look away.
Not for a second. With every thrust, every shudder, I make her feel seen.
Tyler’s watching too, dark-eyed, hand stroking himself as he circles behind me, fingers trailing over Mia’s skin, over her clit just enough to drive her insane without pushing her over.
“She’s so close,” Tyler says, voice low and rough.
I pull out again.
She actually gasps, a broken sound, eyes wide, desperate.
Marcus flips her over, grabs her hips from behind and pushes back in, hard this time, no teasing.
She’s on her knees now, hair sticking to her damp skin, breasts bouncing as he pounds into her.
I move in front of her, grip her jaw gently but firmly, forcing her to look at me while Marcus fucks her like he’s trying to undo her.