Page 82 of What We Become

“That’s it,” he gasps. “That’s my girl. Come for me, little savage⁠—”

He breaks on a groan, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside me.

Knox lets out a groan from behind me, and I turn just in time to see his cock spurt cum across his fist, his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck standing out like cords.

The sight of him—Knox, always so controlled, coming apart just from watching me—sends another aftershock through my body. I clench around Eli, and he groans, still sensitive, still buried deep.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my throat. “Fuck, Sage.”

I want to answer, but my voice is gone. Used up. All I have left is touch—my hands sliding down Eli’s back, my forehead dropping to his shoulder, the way I keep clenching around him like my body refuses to let go.

I look at Holden and Milo while I catch my breath. “Give me a minute.”

Holden watches me with controlled, burning focus. Beside him, Milo’s grin keeps slipping toward something too bright and desperate as Holden brushes his fingers against the back of Milo’s neck. Milo turns into the touch before he seems to realize he’s doing it.

“I want both of you,” I say. “Together.”

Milo’s eyes go wide. “We would love that. Right, Holden?”

Holden’s gaze drops to Milo’s mouth. “Right.”

“Kiss him for me,” I say. “Give me something to watch while I catch my breath.”

Holden closes his hand around the back of Milo’s neck and pulls him in. Milo meets him eagerly, all that frantic energy narrowing beneath Holden’s grip.

I’ve watched them do far filthier things on our kitchen floor, but familiarity doesn’t dull the effect. Holden’s precision collides with Milo’s chaos and my body responds immediately.

“Fuck,” Eli breathes against my ear when I tighten around him.

Holden angles Milo’s head and deepens the kiss. Milo’s fingers fist in his hair, holding him there. The kiss turns slow and thorough. Holden controlling all of it while Milo melts into him, the performance briefly, beautifully, stripped away.

Eli shifts beneath me. “You want to keep watching, or do you want to be closer?”

“Closer,” I say immediately. “I want to be between them.”

Eli eases out of me and helps me stand. I cross the tub on unsteady legs, every step sparking through my oversensitive skin.

Holden’s free hand hooks around my hip and draws me against his side without breaking the kiss. I’m pressed between them—Holden’s hard muscle on one side, Milo’s lean warmth on the other. Holden’s arm bands around my waist, keeping me steady while Milo trembles against me, still vibrating with more energy than this moment can contain.

“Touch her,” Holden says against Milo’s mouth.

Milo’s hand slides down my stomach, and I spread my legs for him.

“Please.”

Holden breaks the kiss and puts his mouth against my throat. “You want him inside you?”

“Yes. Both of you.”

Milo reaches toward the side table and produces a small bottle of silicone lubricant. Because of course he came prepared.

“Contingencies,” he says breathlessly, handing it to Holden.

Holden turns me until I’m facing Milo with my back against his chest. Milo lines himself up, and I lower myself onto him, gripping his shoulders as he fills me.

“Fuck, kitten.” Milo’s forehead drops to mine.

Holden coats his fingers and reaches between us from behind. The first finger circles slowly before pressing inside. He takes his time, working me open while Milo holds still and kisses me. A second finger follows only when I push back against him.