35. Calliope #3
I guide Sloane onto his back and straddle his thighs.
He looks up at me with open wonder and keeps his hands light on my hips until I sink down onto him.
The stretch is perfect. A low groan leaves him as I take him fully.
Theo immediately presses against my back, arms around my waist, mouth at my shoulder.
Dash settles close enough that I can reach his cock with one hand; Idris does the same on the other side.
Sloane’s praise turns rougher. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need. We’re all right here.”
Idris' voice cuts through only to check. “Still green?” I manage a garbled sound before it sounds like a yes, his purr rumbling through the room.
The fourth release gathers more slowly because I’m already so sensitive that every touch seems to reach too deep. Sloane keeps the pace beneath me instead of driving it, letting me decide how hard I come down on him while Theo stays wrapped around my back.
Idris remains beside me, close enough that his voice reaches through everything else. The longer it goes, the less I have to think about what comes next. I only have to follow the rhythm they’re giving me and the little instructions Idris feeds into the noise.
“Look at me, princess.”
I turn toward him and the satisfaction in his face changes immediately into something quieter.
His fingers close around mine, that familiar floaty feeling taking over me.
It’s stronger than the previous time. My head feels warm and loose, every thought reduced to sensation: Theo’s chest against my back, Sloane filling me from beneath, Dash’s mouth against my shoulder, and Idris holding my hand.
“You don’t need words,” Idris tells me. “One squeeze if you want to keep going. Two if you want everything to stop.”
I squeeze him once.
“Good girl.”
The praise rolls through the empty place in my head as my whole body answers. I come with a long, shaking cry, folding forward while Theo tightens both arms around me and Sloane’s grip tightens on my hips.
Idris keeps my hand in his through every pulse as Dash strokes the hair away from my face, kissing my temple while I breathe through the last waves without trying to climb out of the soft place they’ve put me in.
Sloane follows a few moments later with a deep, grateful sound beneath me. His knot swells against me before I wiggle, a soft sound pulling from my lips when it slips inside of me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he fills me, Sloane’s pleasured groan mixing with the others’ purrs.
Seconds later, warmth coats my sides as Idris and Dash spill against my skin, the strength of their scent pulling me farther under until I can’t think of anything else than pack. My pack.
The room is quiet when I become aware of it again, and my body feels heavy and warm beneath the blankets. Theo is stretched along my side with his face tucked against my shoulder, while Idris sits near the headboard with one arm behind me and a glass of water held near my mouth.
Dash remains near my legs, drawing a damp cloth slowly over my skin with the same care he uses when brushing hair away from my face. Sloane is missing from the mattress, and the absence hits quickly before his section of the bracelet lights.
“I’m getting another cloth,” he calls from the bathroom. “I’ll be back in ten seconds.”
I begin counting without meaning to, though he returns before I reach eight. He carries the cloth and one of Dash’s soft shirts, and the moment he sees my eyes on him, he stops beside the bed.
“I should have told you before I stood up,” he says, placing the shirt within reach. “Next time I tell you first.”
“You did tell me,” I answer, and he shakes his head slightly because the words came after he had already moved. The correction is small, though it matters enough that I watch him climb back into bed and settle beside me.
Sloane finds my hand beneath the blanket while Dash finishes cleaning me and remains near my legs instead of retreating to his room. Idris places the water on the nightstand, tells me he is reaching for the lamp, and lowers the light only after I nod.
Theo shifts upward until he is half across my chest. His voice is already drifting when he says breakfast should have cinnamon, and Dash answers that the house has cinnamon and the good bread.
Sloane presses his mouth to my temple and tells me he is staying. Idris rests his hand against the outside of my thigh and says the same, while Dash’s palm settles near my hip through the blanket.
“You will find me here when you wake,” Dash says, and I believe him enough to let my eyes close.
Sleep takes me slowly, carrying the sounds of their breathing and the weight of Theo across my chest with it. The bracelet rests against my wrist, every section dark because the people attached to it are already touching me somewhere else.
I wake once before morning, though the room remains dark and quiet. Theo is warm against my side with his mouth near my shoulder, Dash’s hand rests over my hip beneath the blanket, and Idris lies behind Sloane with one arm curved around his waist while his fingers touch the back of my thigh.
Sloane’s hand is still linked with mine. I let my body count each shape before my mind has to explain anything, and everyone is where they said they would be when my eyes close again.