His gold-rimmed eyes gleam darkly, as if he knows exactly what I’m doing—trying to get a rise out of him. But the heated possessiveness never wavers in his expression as he gives me an answer.
“Because I want to look at you. I want my brothers to see what’s theirs. What’s ours.”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
I didn’t expect his answer to turn me on so much, but after everything that just happened between us in the bathroom, every word he just spoke is loaded with meaning.
So I don’t push back against his order, staying still just like he told me to and allowing the three men to stare down at me. Frost reaches down to grip his cock, and I wonder if he’s squeezing himself to get a little relief or to try to get his arousal under control. Maybe a bit of both.
That thought makes me whimper softly, and although I make no move to reach for the feral shifters, I can’t resist reaching down to slide one hand between my legs.
“Shit, kitty,” Malix chokes out as I use my fingertips to spread my pussy lips, giving them all an even clearer view of just how wet I am for them already.
“Beautiful,” Frost murmurs, his throat moving as he swallows.
“Perfect,” Kian echoes, pride and desire echoing in his voice. Then the commanding tone returns as he adds, “Keep going. Touch yourself.”
Malix fists his cock the same way Frost is, stroking himself lightly as they watch me dip two fingers into my pussy. I stare at each of them, absorbing everything about the way they look in this moment as I drag my fingers out and begin to circle my clit.
I’ve always been in touch with my body enough to be able to get myself off very easily. I could push myself over the edge in a few minutes flat, but for some reason… I don’t.
My legs move restlessly over the blankets on the bed, my back arching a little as soft noises spill from my lips, but every time I get close to coming, I back off a bit, switching up the tempo of my fingers and keeping myself from falling over the edge.
Kian watches with glittering eyes, his own hand wrapping around his cock as his brothers stroke themselves on either side of him. He catches my gaze, his nostrils flaring. “You’re waiting for us, aren’t you?”
I nod, my heart beating too hard for me to speak.
“Good girl.”
With those growled words of praise, all three men suddenly move. They crawl up onto the bed with me, and as if his self-control has already been pushed to the breaking point, Frost is the one who settles between my legs first. He hooks me under the knees and drags me closer, then fists his cock and lines it up with my entrance.
His blue eyes find mine, a question burning in their depths as he hesitates for a fraction of a second.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching up to meet him, feeling the tip of his cock stretch my entrance. “Fuck me, Frost. Please. I’m yours.”
The last word is barely out of my mouth before his hips pitch forward, and he presses into me with a deep groan. I moan as I reach up to clutch at his shoulders, and Malix and Kian run their lips over my arms and neck as Frost begins to move.
I’m learning his body, just like he’s learning mine, and although there’s a fierce desperation to the way he drives into me, there’s something comforting about it too. Like he’s coming home, and I’m welcoming him.
My clit is already throbbing from the way I played with myself earlier, and every time he bottoms out inside me, I clench around him, a new wave of pleasure surging through me. I’m so close, and although I waited for them to join me on the bed before I let myself come, I don’t want to wait any more.
I can finish more than once, and more than anything, I want to come with each of these men inside me.
“God,” I breathe, nipping at Frost’s lip as he drops his head to kiss me. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” he responds roughly. Then, as if remembering our time in the shower together, he murmurs, “What do you want?”
Emotions expand in my chest at the earnestness of his question. I know, without any doubt, that Frost will always try to give me what I want. He’ll always want to please me, always want to see me happy.
“My clit,” I whisper, pressing more soft kisses to his lips as Malix slides a hand between us to play with my nipple. “Touch my clit. Please.”
Heat flares in Frost’s eyes, burning like white-hot flame. Immediately, he slides a hand between us and finds my clit, pressing against it in a circular pattern as his strokes slow a little, becoming so hard and deep that I feel them everywhere.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!”
The orgasm bursts through me like a bomb, splintering me into pieces and making me dig my nails into Frost’s shoulders. Not that he seems to mind. With his fingers still working my clit, he pounds into me, and even when he throws his head back on a groan, emptying himself, his hand never stops.
I laugh breathlessly as another climax hits me like an aftershock of the first, finally reaching down to drag his hand away from my pulsing clit. I kiss his fingertips, staring up at him as I try to memorize every detail of the way he looks right now.
“You’re beautiful,” Frost murmurs, stealing the words right out of my mouth.
“You are too,” I whisper back.
He looks almost bashful, a faint tinge of pink coloring his tan cheeks, but he grins down at me, looking more boyish than I’ve ever seen him.
When he pulls out and shifts to one side of me, Malix takes his place, catching my gaze with a hungry, teasing grin. “You ready for more, kitty?”
“Of you three?” I tease back, relieved to finally not have to hide the truth. “Always.”
His violet eyes gleam brighter, and he drops his head to lap at my nipple. “Good answer.”
It’s the only answer there will ever be, but I don’t get a chance to say that, because before I can open my mouth again, he’s fitting his cock at my entrance and sliding inside.
I’m slick with my own arousal and Frost’s release, but if Malix has any qualms about fucking his brother’s cum into me, he doesn’t show it. He just pulls out and slides in again, bracing himself on his hands so that he can look down at me.
Kian and Frost make low noises on either side of us, soft grunts of approval and arousal as they watch Malix and me rock on the bed as he thrusts at a steady, even pace.
“Wanted to do this from the first fucking moment I saw you,” he murmurs, his face uncharacteristically serious as pleasure begins to build between us like lightning gathering in a storm cloud.
“What? Fuck me in front of your brothers?” I shoot back teasingly.
“Yes.”
His response is immediate, and it strikes me that even though Malix likes to joke around, he’s not kidding about this.
He’s saying what I still don’t quite have the guts to yet—that he’s wanted this for a long, long time. That despite everything, despite all the bad that’s tainted things between us, the thread of the connection between us is long and unbroken, stretching all the way back to the moment we met.
My heart throbs in my chest, an ache that only heightens the pleasure pulsing through my clit as he grinds his hips against mine. Finally, he drapes his body over mine, resting on his forearms as he finds my lips in a fierce kiss. Frost and Kian stay close, backing off enough to make room for him but always touching me somehow, hands or lips or teeth trailing over my skin.
I close my eyes, wrapping my legs around Malix as pleasure radiates out from my core, spreading to the very tips of my fingers.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper into his ear, biting his lobe gently and making him growl. “I can’t stop myself, Malix. You feel too good.”
“Fuck yes.” He pulls back and slides in again, his body shuddering slightly. “Come for me, kitty.”
Pressing my face into the crook of his shoulder, I cling to him and let go. Another orgasm rockets through me, making my thighs clench around his lean, muscled hips. He picks up his pace, driving into me in hard thrusts before following me over the edge.
The room goes quiet for a long moment as we catch our breath. I can still feel Kian and Frost on either side of us, but their movements slow too, all of us taking a moment to adjust to this new milestone in our relationship. I know we’re not done yet, but no one seems in any hurry to speed this up.
I know I’m not. I wish I could make this moment stretch on forever.
Because in this moment, Quinton might as well not even exist.