Page 30 of Vows of Ruin

She turns fully, arms folded beneath her breasts daring one of us to make the first move. “Then shut the door, Liam.”

Only she could make my name sound like a command and a prayer. I kick the door shut with a thud.

Max is behind her in seconds, dragging his fingers down her spine in a way that makes her shiver. “You sure about this, Sparrow?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “If I wasn’t, you’d both be on your asses.”

I grin. “Fair enough.”

This isn’t new territory. We’ve done this before, several times. But every time, it’s like rediscovering a fire you thought you’d already burned in. Because it’s her. And with her, it always feels like the first time.

Max wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest, his lips slowly find her neck. I drop to my knees in front of her, mouthing kisses over her stomach, down to the lace at her hips.

She sighs low and shaking, fingers threading into my hair. “Look at you,” I murmur against her skin. “So, fucking beautiful.”

Max palms her breasts, teasing her nipple with his thumb. She arches into him as I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs like I haven’t done it a thousand times, which I have. Which I’ll do a thousand more if she lets me.

She steps out of them, eyes heavy, already wrecked before we’ve even started. We guide her into the shower. The water is already running, steam curling around us like silk. I press her back against the tile, Max’s hand braced beside her head. She looks between us, lips parted, pupils blown wide with heat.

“You, okay?” I ask softly, brushing wet strands from her cheek.

“I’m perfect,” she breathes. “Just… touch me. Please.”

That word, please, has me on my knees again.

Max’s mouth crashes onto hers. I trail kisses down her torso again, worshipping every inch of her with my tongue and teeth. She moans into Max’s mouth when I lick the inside of her thigh. Her knees go soft. Max braces her.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I promise against her skin.

She gasps when I part her with my fingers, and again when my mouth replaces them. I feast on her, and I’ve never tasted anything sweeter. She cries out, body trembling, clinging to Max as I bring her to the edge.

Max watches her almost fall apart, eyes dark. When I rise, lips slick with her, he nods. I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. Max holds her steady from behind as I slide into her in one deep, aching stroke.

She cries out, “Liam—oh God—“, her nails digging into my shoulders as I set a relentless pace. “You’re mine,” I growl, mouth on throat. “You always have been.”

Max kisses her jaw, his hand sneaking between her thighs to circle her clit.

“Cum for us,” he whispers.

She shatters with a scream, and I follow her over the edge with a groan, spilling into her as she milks every drop from me.

But it doesn’t stop there. Max trades places with me. I steady her as he turns her, pressing her back against my chest, and kisses her like he wants to imprint on her soul. He slides into her slow, painfully slow and sure, dragging moans from her throat like music.

I trail kisses down her spine, one hand at her throat, the other between her legs, making sure she feels all of us.

“You’re everything,” Max groans, hips faltering as she claws at his back.

She gasps, teetering again. I pinch her nipple gently, and she tips over the edge once more, crashing into Max, into me, into us.

He follows with a deep groan, head buried in her neck, holding her like he’ll never let go.

And neither will I.

The three of us stay there, twisted in steam and breath and water. Wrenley stands between us, glowing, wrecked, ours.

“Well,” she rasps, voice ruined in the best way. “That was… efficient.”

Max laughs. I kiss her cheek. And just like that, the world fades, until it’s only her, us, and the heat we never seem to burn out of.