Page 170 of What We Become

“Slow,” Holden commands, his fingers digging into my hip bones. “We’ve got you.”

I sink onto them inch by inch, the stretch burning through every nerve ending they woke with their palms. It’s too much and exactly enough, the fullness making my vision spark at the edges. I can feel the difference between them—Eli’s curve, Micah’s angle, the way each presses against a different place while they share the same impossible space inside me.

“Fuck,” Eli grits out, his head falling back against the velvet.

“Yeah,” Micah groans, his hand finding my foot. “That’s—fuck, baby girl, you feel incredible.”

I’m babbling, I think—words that aren’t words—and every one of them is going out to the gallery. Holden and Milo keep their hands on me, holding my weight, guiding my movements when my legs shake too hard to manage alone.

“Eyes up,” Knox growls from my left, and I find him in the mirror, his massive form blocking part of the view, his own hand wrapped around himself as he watches.

I meet his gaze and roll my hips, feeling both of them shift inside me, Eli groaning, Micah cursing.

“Tell us what you need, Fury.”

“More,” I gasp. “I need more. I’m not full yet.”

“Then allow me to help with that.” Milo moves into position over Micah, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass, spreading me open as his slick fingers ready me.

“God, kitten,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against my shoulder. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”

I feel the press of him against my ass—hot, insistent—and then he’s pushing in, slow and relentless, stretching me further than I thought possible. The burn is exquisite, my body fighting him even as it yields, and I cry out, the sound tearing from my throat as all three of them find their rhythm inside me.

Milo’s hands grip my hips from behind, holding me steady as he thrusts deep, his laughter gone, nothing left but the ragged edge of his control. “God, you’re tight,” he gasps. “So fucking perfect.”

I can’t answer. Eli and Micah find a counter-rhythm beneath me, sliding against each other inside me while Milo drives deeper from behind. The friction, the fullness, and the obscene intimacy of holding all three of them strips thought from my head.

Holden steps over Eli, bracketing the chaise with his legs as he strokes himself in front of my mouth. “Open for me, wildcat.”

I lean forward, Milo helping me balance as Holden guides himself past my lips. The taste of him—salt and want and that particular Holden-clean scent—fills my mouth as he pushes in. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep, and he groans above me, one hand fisting in my hair while the other steadies himself against the wall.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

I look up at him, and he thrusts deeper, feeling the vibration of my moan around him as Milo finds a spot inside me that makes my vision spark. I’m full everywhere—mouth and cunt and ass, surrounded by them, claimed by them, nothing left of me but the places they’re touching.

The gallery goes quiet in my head. Not disappearing—I know the difference now. This is being so here there’s no room left over for anything else. There’s only Holden sliding between my lips, Eli and Micah filling me below, Milo driving into me from behind and Knox at the edge of it all, his gaze heavy on my skin and his fist moving in steady strokes as he watches the others take me.

“That’s it,” Holden murmurs, his hips snapping forward. “Show us what you can handle.”

I want to tell him I’ll take everything, always everything, but my mouth is full and my body is singing and the words come out as whimpers, vibrations that make him curse and grip my hair tighter.

“She’s close,” Micah gasps, his hand finding my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “I can feel her⁠—”

“Not yet,” Eli grits out, his hips jerking up to meet mine. “Wait for us. All of us together.”

Holden’s thrusts speed up, becoming something raw and desperate. I feel it in the tension of his thighs, the way his hand shakes where it holds my head. He’s close too, all of them wound tight, waiting for the signal.

“Now,” Knox growls from beside us, and that one word does what none of their hands could.

I come apart.

The orgasm tears through me, my body seizing around all of them at once. I feel Eli and Micah pulse inside me, their releases following mine in quick succession, their groans mixing with my own shattered cries. Milo thrusts deep one final time and stills, his forehead dropping to my back as he spills into me, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. Holden’s hips stutter against my mouth, and he comes with a curse, thick and sudden, his hand tightening in my hair as I swallow around him.

Knox’s growl cuts through the haze. He moves into place above me, and I tilt my head back to watch him finish, his jaw slack and his eyes burning into mine. He comes across my chest in hot stripes, marking me, claiming his place in this wreckage we’ve made together.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs and harsh breathing. Holden eases himself free first, his hand gentle as he brushes hair from my face. Milo withdraws slowly, murmuring praise against my shoulder. Eli and Micah shift beneath me, helping me lift myself from where I’m still impaled on both of them, my body protesting the loss with a shiver that runs from scalp to toes.

“Easy,” Micah breathes, his hands steadying me as I settle between them, boneless and trembling.