Page 108 of What We Become

The need hits almost as hard as the pleasure.

“Blindfold off,” I gasp.

Everything stops instantly. All five men obeying one request without hesitation.

Micah’s hand cups my jaw. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yes. I just want to see you.”

The knot loosens behind my head. Silk slides over my lashes, and the room returns in lamplit pieces.

Micah is closest, watching my face with open concern. Eli stands at my right shoulder, one hand resting against the cross beside my head. Knox is exactly where I imagined him, filling the space in front of me, his expression hard with concentration.

And below . . . Holden kneels between my spread legs, mouth shining, one hand still wrapped around Milo’s neck. Milo is beside him on his knees, pupils blown wide, lips parted, the frantic brightness in him narrowed into want.

They’re all so fucking beautiful. So mine.

“Better?” Eli asks.

“So much better.”

Holden releases Milo and rises, mouth glistening with my juices. He lifts the fingers that were inside me, and without taking his eyes off me, he slides them between Milo’s lips.

Milo sucks them clean.

For one suspended second, nobody breathes.

Then Holden withdraws his fingers, catches Milo by the jaw, and kisses him.

It isn’t gentle.

Milo makes a startled sound that disappears between them, his hands landing on Holden’s shoulders as Holden takes over the kiss the same way he takes over everything else. Milo melts into it almost instantly. Holden’s thumb presses beneath his chin, tipping his face exactly where he wants it, and Milo follows.

The sight hits me low and sharp.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Holden breaks away just enough to look at me. Milo’s lips are flushed, his eyes wide and dark.

“Keep going,” I gasp.

Holden smirks.

“Yeah, Detective,” Milo says, wrapping his hand around the back of Holden’s neck. “Keep going.”

Holden kisses him again.

I turn my head toward Eli and Micah.

They stand on either side of the cross, watching, both of them hard and silent in a way that makes my pulse jump. Eli’s hand is braced beside my head. Micah’s fingers rest lightly at my throat, feeling the race of my heartbeat.

“Kiss,” I tell them.

Eli’s eyes flick to mine. “Sage⁠—”

“Kiss him.” I swallow, my voice rougher this time. “Please. If I can’t get a spanking, I’d like to watch you.”

Eli’s throat moves. Then he turns his head, and Micah is already there, already leaning in, and their mouths meet.