Page 222 of What We Become

Holden shifts with a sharp hiss, finding a position that spares his wounded side. Then the rhythm builds again.

Milo nearly folds over me with a choked cry, and the movement drives him deeper into my ass, which drives Micah deeper into my pussy, and my whole body convulses around them. I gag on Knox and claw at the sand, absolutely wrecked.

Then Micah makes a sound. “Eli—fuck⁠—”

“Take it,” Eli says, voice dropping. “I’m done watching.”

Eli drops to his knees at Micah’s head, close enough that his thigh brushes my shoulder, and Micah lets out a low moan as Eli slides his cock into his mouth.

So now I’m split open on every side of me while the whole chain locks together.

Knox in my mouth.

Micah in my cunt.

Eli in Micah’s mouth.

Milo in my ass.

Holden in Milo.

Fucking perfection.

I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Every thrust passes through all of us, turning us into one obscene, shuddering machine of heat and sand and salt and wet sounds. Milo keeps cursing. Holden keeps forcing little helpless noises out of him anyway. Micah is trying to hold on to gentleness and failing beautifully. Eli sounds half-feral. Knox keeps feeding me his cock like he wants me drunk on him.

I’m gone.

My body seizes around Micah and Milo, clenching so hard they both groan at once. The sound lights me up from the inside.

“That’s it,” Eli says, barely getting the words out. “That’s it, little savage.”

Milo’s hand reaches around and finds my clit again. He rubs once—twice—hard, perfect, merciless.

I break.

My orgasm hits like a detonation, violent enough to tear the scream out of me even with Knox in my mouth. I come again, body locking and shaking, vision bursting white behind my eyes. Micah curses. Milo practically sobs. Knox groans my name like it hurts—and after the day we’ve had, it probably does.

I can’t stop shaking, and they don’t stop fucking me through it.

Micah loses it first.

I feel the exact second control leaves him—his thrusts turn ragged, his whole body going tense beneath mine. He buries himself deep and comes with a muffled groan, hips jerking hard while Eli keeps him pinned there. The pulse of it inside me makes me whimper.

Then Eli follows, almost immediately, like Micah coming is the last thread he had left. He groans something filthy into the dark and slams in deep, hands in Micah’s hair.

On the other side, Milo is gone too.

“Holden, Holden, I’m—fuck⁠—”

He doesn’t finish. He comes with a wrecked, helpless sound, cock pulsing in my ass while his body spasms over mine. The sensation tips me right back toward madness, oversensitive and raw and still trembling from the climax.

Holden is right behind him, low and silent for half a second longer, then all that control snaps, and he thrusts deep, coming with a harsh groan.

Knox is last. He cradles my jaw as my name leaves him in a whisper, and he unloads down my throat.

Finally, we collapse in a heap on the sand, masks discarded, limbs intertwined, breaths slowing. For a long minute, nobody says anything.

We just stare up at the stars and breathe.