Amora
The countertop is cuttinginto my thighs, but rather than being uncomfortable, it only heightens the aftermath of my orgasm.
I cling to the edges of the sink, breathing hard, my legs shaking. Frost releases the spot on my neck where he’s probably left a hickey, leaving a trail of kisses across the line of my shoulder, and I press my hips back against him, a little moan escaping me. He nuzzles my shoulder with a soft growl that sends warmth flooding through me.
It’s a rare glimpse into the not so stoic side of this man.
And I fucking love it.
Frost kisses the place where he bit me one more time, then he pulls out and grabs a towel off the rack. He gently cleans up the mess between my legs, taking entirely too long and having entirely too much fun with the friction of the fabric on my uber-sensitive clit. I’m nearly panting again by the time he tosses the towel aside and sweeps me into his arms.
I’m so startled when my feet suddenly leave the ground that I laugh. He cradles me against his chest, his arms under my shoulders and knees, bridal style, and carries me out of the bathroom.
It’s so ridiculous, and quite frankly so Frost, that I can’t help but keep laughing.
Kian raises his head from the back of the armchair as we emerge from the steamy bathroom, and Malix glances over at us from where he’s parked on the couch. I don’t care that they’re watching, or that they know exactly what went down in the bathroom. All four of us know what this is by now. We went from being enemies to lovers to maybe more, and hell, at least I’m no longer trying to kill them. The fact that I’ve had sex with all three of them seems like a minor detail at this point. Much less of an issue than all of the other shit we’ve been through together.
Frost carries me into the small bedroom and gently lays me down on the patchwork quilt. I shove the blankets aside and move over as he climbs in beside me. He collapses onto the mattress, palming the back of my head and pressing another hungry kiss to my lips.
When we separate, his eyelids droop, and he blinks slowly.
He looks tired, and I don’t blame him. I’m exhausted after the day we’ve had, and mine was a lot easier than Frost’s. Not to mention the toe-curling sex we just had, which would be enough to knock anyone out.
The light in the kitchen extinguishes, and I glance at the bedroom door to see both Malix and Kian making their way toward the bed. Nobody speaks or bothers to ask permission, because at this point, it’s just kind of a given that we’re going to share the bed.
Kian lifts the blankets behind me and slides in against my body. He’s still fully clothed, but as he settles in beside me, his hard cock nudges my ass. Malix steps up on the other side of Frost and falls into the bed, one arm draping above Frost’s head so that he can touch my hair.
I can smell their arousal. Both of them.
Listening to Frost fuck me in the bathroom turned them on.
My pussy clenches, my clit throbbing as if it just realized maybe it isn’t so worn out after all.
The knowledge that I’m in bed with three hot, hard bodies sends a wave of dizzying heat through me. My heart rate, which was already high after what happened in the bathroom, kicks up even more.
How am I still so fucking hungry for these men?
Frost gave me more than enough pleasure for one night—or so I would’ve thought. But I’m ready for another round already, desire pooling in my core as Kian’s hard length presses against my ass.
But Malix digs his fingers into my hair and peeks at me over Frost’s head. “Sleep, kitty. That’s what you need most right now. You can’t even keep your eyes open.”
“Dammit,” I grumble, flushing a little at the fact that he knows me well enough by now to guess exactly what I was just thinking.
Kind of like how I can read Frost, Malix can read me.
“All right, all right,” I mutter. “Sleep.”
He runs his blunt nails over my scalp, making sparks cascade down my body. “Good girl.”
The moment I close my eyes, I drift away, succumbing to sheer exhaustion and the comforting warmth of the men around me.
* * *
I sleep sodeep and hard that when I surface again, I feel a momentary burst of panic that I don’t know where I am or what day it is. I’m so drowsy that I feel like I’ve shifted dimensions entirely—fallen right out of bed into the twilight zone.
But I haven’t. I know innately that I’ve just had the best sleep of my life, or at least the first real, deep rest I’ve had in years.
My eyes slowly adjust and focus to take in the dark room. I’m on my side, with Frost’s long, lean form pressed flush against my back. Malix’s fingers are still in my hair, and his leg is thrown over both of us. They’re both sound asleep, their breaths deep and even.
But the other side of the bed is empty, and a dark silhouette is moving across the room.
Fight or flight kicks in. I almost leap up off the bed, ready to knock the intruder into the next county.
Before I can make an absolute ass of myself, I catch a whiff of whiskey and woodsmoke, and my sleepy eyes register that the dark form making his way toward the bed is a familiar one.
Kian tugs the covers aside and slips back onto the mattress beside me. He lies facing me, his brown eyes like coal in the pitch black room.
I raise an eyebrow in question, wondering what got him up in the middle of the night.
His hand alights on my hip in a possessive, almost unconscious move. He keeps his voice low as he replies, “Checking to see if our bodyguards are still on duty.”
“Are they?” I whisper.
He nods grimly. “Mostly new wolves, but Cormac is still on the porch across the street.”
“He takes his job seriously.”
“No kidding.”
“What time is it?” I ask.