Rowan
I cursed when I saw Nick’s bike parked outside.
I cursed again when I noticed his helmet tossed carelessly onto the gravel like he’d forgotten the concept of restraint.
They were in there with Ella.
I already knew which one of them had started it.
By the time I reached the bedroom door, my tie and jacket had been abandoned somewhere between the foyer and the stairs. I pushed the door open just as Ella moaned—low, unguarded, carrying down the hallway like an instinctive call.
The call of our siren.
There she was, exactly where I knew she would be, sandwiched between them.
Alec lay beneath her, hungrily sucking on her breasts as they both moved together, his mouth working her with open intent.
Nick held her upright for him, his grip firm as he plunged into her arse, setting a rhythm she met without hesitation.
Ten long days.
That was all it had taken for restraint to curdle into something sharp and aching.
My eyes never left them as my fingers went to the buttons of my shirt, working them open one by one.
My cock strained painfully against my trousers, heavy and insistent, and in that moment I understood exactly why Nick enjoyed watching us with Ella.
The way her back arched into them. The way she pushed herself down onto their cocks, unashamed, greedy, taking everything they gave her.
It was obvious how much she had missed this.
Us.
My shirt hit the floor, forgotten. The fastening on my trousers came next, but instead of stepping forward, instead of joining them immediately, I dragged the armchair across the floor into a better position. I wanted the view unobstructed. I wanted her to know she was being watched.
Ella’s eyes found me as I sat down.
Her gaze dropped instantly to my cock, her pupils blown wide, feverish—not from illness, but from want. From need. From being exactly where she belonged.
“Our dirty girl,” I murmured, my voice calm, deliberate. “Take them like a good whore.”
I stroked myself slowly as she clenched around Alec and gripped the covers beneath her, my words settling into her like a command. She responded immediately, moving faster, harder, the change drawing rough groans from both Nick and Alec.
Her movements sent her breasts swaying, heavy and flushed, and Alec’s hand came up to her throat. His fingers stayed loose—no pressure, no control taken—but the touch alone was enough. Enough to ground her. Enough to remind her who she was between.
She peaked with a cry that tore out of her, raw and unfiltered.
Alec stared straight into her eyes as she came apart, thrusting up into her as she wailed, his focus unbroken, unyielding. Nick held her steady through it, his breath ragged against her shoulder.
I stayed where I was, watching it all, my hand tight around myself, taking my time.
Ten days of restraint burned off in seconds.
And I knew, as I watched her shudder and sag between them, that none of us were interested in pretending we could go back to holding ourselves apart again.
?
?
?
Nick used his hand, slow and deliberate, massaging his dick as he stayed pressed close, making certain that every last drop was worked deep inside Ella’s arsehole.
He didn’t rush it. He never did. Alec watched with lazy satisfaction, holding her down against his chest, one arm hooked securely around her as though she might drift away if he loosened his grip.
His fingers bit into her hips, possessive and unyielding, even as she lay collapsed against him, breathless and spent.
“You both made good time,” Alec drawled, amusement thick in his voice. He tipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of Ella’s hair—a rare gesture, unguarded and almost tender in its timing.
Nick finally untangled himself from them just as I rose to my feet. I didn’t look away when his come spilled free, gushing out of her and leaving a careless white trail as it slid down Alec’s cock, over his balls, and into the sheets below. The sight tightened something sharp and ugly in my chest.
I moved onto the bed to take Nick’s place without hesitation. He didn’t retreat to the chair this time. Instead, he sat beside us, one hand rubbing slow, steady circles into Ella’s back, grounding her while her body still twitched in the aftermath.
“Just one more load,” he murmured, already reaching for the lube and pressing it into my palm.
Alec’s fingers returned to her without prompting, prying her cheeks apart again and spreading that recently used hole open for me, unbothered by the way my jaw clenched at his familiarity.
“Hurry up,” he added with a smug tilt of his mouth. “It’s her lunchtime.”
I shot him a glare, sharp and unfiltered. We all knew I couldn’t fault him—not when Ella had gone to him willingly—and the bastard knew exactly why it grated.
“Yeah,” Nick chimed in easily as he stood. “I need a smoke.”
The casualness of it only tightened the coil of frustration in my chest as Alec’s smile widened, fully aware he’d gotten under my skin—and enjoyed every second of it.
It was only when Ella’s soft laughter spilled into the room that the tension finally loosened its grip on me. The sound was unguarded, warm—real in a way that cut through everything else.
“Leave him alone,” she said, lifting her head, her voice still threaded with amusement.
She did the one thing guaranteed to silence Alec. She kissed him.
It wasn’t hurried or dramatic. Just deliberate enough to redirect the moment, to remind us who held the reins without ever needing to say it aloud.
Nick’s eyes found mine, and we shared a quiet smile—an understanding that didn’t need words. This was never how it was meant to go.
She had always been positioned as a pawn on the board, something to be moved and claimed. But we recognised a queen the moment she stepped into her power. A filthy little fucktoy made only for us—yes—but one who chose her place, who bent without breaking.
And we loved her all the more for that surrender.