I get why the woman in the kitchen sounded like she was crying now, why she sobbed out her release with hiccupping, gasping noises.
Because it’s that much.
That overwhelming.
It feels like I might be dying, and also like it might be the first moment I’ve ever truly been alive.
“Oh… oh, please…”
The pleasure keeps coming, and I keep moaning. Phoenix keeps grinding against me, and Remington keeps sucking on my finger. And through all of it, Beckett keeps watching.
There’s a bulge straining at his pants, pressing against the fabric of his expensive suit, and the sight of it does almost as much to me as the feel of Phoenix’s hardness pressing against my core, dragging out the last shuddery waves of my orgasm.
For a second, my body goes limp.
For a second, the ache deep inside of me goes away.
But the fire burning through my veins is still raging, and I rock against Phoenix again, still needing—needing something.
“More,” I manage to get out, one hand clutching at Nix’s back, fingernails digging into his warm, perfect skin. The other is still occupied by Remi’s mouth, but when he releases my finger with a wet pop, I groan in frustration.
“More. Please…”
“Shit.” Remi sounds almost pained, and his fingers thread through mine, gripping tightly. “She’s not done, Beck. Whatever this is, she got a good fucking dose of it.”
“Goddammit. Yeah, she did.” Nix releases my neck, licking away the sting from where he sucked hard on my skin. Then he draws back a little, his hips still pressing into mine, giving me friction where the ache is building up inside me again. “We’ve got you, doll. Okay? You’re gonna be all right.”
“You’re not fucking her.”
Beck’s voice is hard, and the tone of it is so surprising that I yank my attention from the other two men to stare up at him again. His expression is hard, and it’s not quite greed I see on his face. I can’t tell what it is.
“Dude, I know.” Nix rolls his eyes, then grimaces when I press my ankles against his ass, urging him to roll his hips harder. “She’s making it hard as hell, but I’m not Sawyer, for fuck’s sake.”
Lust.
I think they’re talking about their brother, Lust, and for a wild moment, I wish he were here. Maybe he would give me what I need so badly. Maybe he wouldn’t hold himself back like these men all are for reasons I can’t quite understand right now.
Another whimper escapes my lips, and I rock against every one of Nix’s thrusts. There’s a promise in each one of them, a hint of something incredible and wonderful and perfect.
But his pants are in the damn way.
My panties, soaked as they are, are in the damn way.
Why are any of us still wearing clothes?
It strikes me suddenly that we shouldn’t be, and I reach between us, grabbing for Nix’s pants and fumbling with the button at his waistband.
“Shit,” he curses, pulling away from me like I’ve burned him. As I get a better look at his face, I can see that his cheeks are a little flushed, his messy blond hair more tousled than usual from my fingers.
He looks like he’s coming apart, unraveling.
And I love it.
I reach for him again, but he’s gripping my legs and unwinding them from his waist, slipping away from me—and with Remi still holding on tightly to my other hand, I can’t grab him fast enough to pull him back.
A sound that really is almost a sob tears from my throat as vicious disappointment cuts through me.
I want…
No, I need…
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he crouches on the bed beside me. He tugs his full bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head. “I want to. Fuck almighty, I want to. But I can’t.”
“Hold her. Help her ride it out.”
The deep voice on my other side has moved, and I realize as I look over that Beck is shifting position on the bed, settling himself between my legs instead of beside me.
He’s so big.
Seeing his broad shoulders between my legs, the way they have to spread so much to accommodate him, makes me feel small and fragile.
Breakable.
His fingertips slide up my thighs, smooth and warm, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he hooks my panties and tugs them off, I lift my legs to help him, reaching out desperately with my free hand for something to hold on to.
Nix’s large fingers close around mine, and he grips my hand just as tightly as Remi is as Beck spreads my legs again.
My panties were wet. I know it because now that I’m completely naked, I can feel the same slick arousal that soaked the fabric smearing over my thighs.
I should be embarrassed about that, right? I should be blushing and trying to close my legs.
But I’m not.
I can’t be when Beck is staring down at me like I might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
His gaze lifts, traveling up my body until he meets my eyes; his irises have gone as dark and bottomless as deep pools.
“Are you ready for me, angel?” he asks softly, his voice a low rumble. “I promise, I won’t hurt you. I’ll take care of you.”
I stare right back at him, unable to look away. The lust dust is still in my system, still driving me insane with desire, but in this moment, my mind feels perfectly clear. I know what I want. Beyond any potion, beyond any magic.
I know exactly what I want.
My chin dips in a slow nod.
He nods too, as if some pact or promise has been sealed between us. Then he hooks his large hands under my legs, spreading them wider as he lowers his head. His dark hair gleams in the lamp light as he settles his face between my legs, and then his warm tongue slides over me.
“Fr—uck!”
The stuttered sound bursts out of me as my back bows off the bed. I think somewhere in my mind, I tried to say frick, but that’s not a big enough word to encompass everything Beck’s tongue just did to me.
I’m on fire.
Maybe I’m made of fire.
Is the bed on fire?
He does it again, sliding his tongue up the length of my core before flicking it over the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes my whole body shudder in response.
Oh, fuck.
This time I don’t say the curse out loud, but I do turn to Remi, lifting my head off the mattress and silently begging him for what I need. He gives it to me, palming the back of my head as his mouth drops to mine. His lips taste almost sweet, like brown sugar and cloves and a hint of coffee, and I slide my tongue out to taste them better. His mouth opens at the same time, and when his tongue meets mine, a jolt like an electric shock travels through me.
More.
I slide my tongue against his, my lips against his, letting him take the lead as he shows me everything a kiss can be. His mouth catches my whimpers as Beck continues to lick and suck at my hard nub, and when I feel another warm mouth close over my left nipple, I let out a little scream of pleasure.
Remi tears his lips away from mine to look at Nix, who’s leaning over me, teasing my peaked nipple with his tongue.
Nix glances up, his breathing a little ragged, his blue eyes slightly glazed. “I’m not a fuckin’ saint,” he mutters.
Maybe he’s not, but I don’t need a saint right now. I need this. I need him—all of them—touching me like this.