I say nothing, my voice trapped in my throat. My hunger for food is sated, but my hunger for them is endless. It’s like a purgatory punishment for lust and gluttony.
James toys with me until I make a needy noise, and then he slips two fingers in—just barely. Just enough for me to clench around him. “That’s it, sweet, sweet darling girl.” He twists his hand so he can rub his thumb over my clit, and he sucks gently against the crook of my neck. “Take it. Take what you need.”
I’m writhing now. It’s too late for me to do anything else. My nerves are too fucking sensitive, and it’s too much and not enough.
“James,” Kane growls in warning.
James doesn’t stop, of course. He just pushes his fingers in deeper—though it’s not giving me what I need. I want…shit, I want his mouth. I want to be laid out on the table and devoured.
There’s movement suddenly, a sort of tension in the air. I hear a chair flying backward and footsteps. James’ fingers disappear, and when I open my eyes, he’s been pulled out of his seat.
Kane has him by the throat, and he’s kissing him slow and deep and rough—like he’ll come away bleeding. I start to sit up, but another hand takes mine, and I realize it’s Phoenix. The fingers of his right hand dive under my skirt the second he has me on my feet, and his tongue is in my mouth.
He tastes like lemon.
His fingers plunge deep inside me—thick and heavy, stretching me wide. I rock myself down as the heel of his palm rubs my clit, and I start to feel myself spiral toward the end.
“Enough.” Kane’s voice cuts through the thick, heady pleasure, and Phoenix stills. “You started this, so you watch it be finished.”
Phoenix is gone suddenly, and Kane has me by the hips. He walks me to the table, and with a single sweep of his arm, the dishes clatter to the floor. My mouth drops open, but before I can protest, he lifts me up, shoves me back, then wrenches my legs apart.
To my left, I can see James with his hand down Phoenix’s pants, his lips moving against Phoenix’s ear. James’ words are coming in the same rhythm that he’s stroking Phoenix’s cock, and Kane stops staring at me for just a second.
“Neither of you has permission to stop watching her. And neither of you has permission to come.”
Phoenix lets out a short breath, but James just nods and keeps stroking as he quietly narrates what Kane’s about to do.
My whole body tenses as Kane turns his full attention back on me. His hand comes up and touches the side of my face. “Say yes or no, little goddess. Once I get started…”
“Yes,” I say in a rush. He can’t possibly expect another answer. He knows he’s forbidden fruit. He knows I’ve been desperate for too long.
His lips pull into a slight smirk, but his eyes look sad.
I sit up on my elbow. “And you,” I tell him. “You get a say.”
He meets my gaze, and something settles between us before he leans in and kisses me. He tastes like James and kisses like Ari—kind of mean and possessive. He eases me back down when our lips part, and then he sinks into the chair he pulled close with a foot, and after a long beat of silence, he lays his mouth to my core.
My scream is silent, but my whole body moves with it. This is everything and nothing like I imagined it would be when he finally gave in. His mouth is searing hot—his tongue thick and powerful as it moves in strong thrusts like he’s trying to drink from me. His hands keep my thighs spread, and then one moves along my skin, grazing my hip, my belly, then down between my folds. His fingers play my clit like he’s a musical prodigy at drawing a symphony of pleasure from my body, and I never want it to end.
I can feel each pulse of need from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My hands claw at the table, and a tiny voice inside me tells me to open my eyes and look at Phoenix and James, but I can’t do it. I’m bound to this ecstasy—a prisoner to the pleasure Kane is finally giving me.
He groans like he’s feasting on the sweetest ambrosia, his face pressing harder between my thighs as his tongue dives deeper. His fingers on my clit move in the most perfect circle, working me up and up and up.
The fall will be deadly. I will shatter into a billion,billionpieces.
There will be no hope for putting me back together.
And I don’t care.
“Let go,” someone says—maybe Phoenix, though I can’t tell. It doesn’t matter. It’s the easiest command I have ever followed.
The heat is first, rippling like waves from a pyroclastic cloud. It consumes everything, and on the heels, the real explosion. My pussy throbs, and then I feel it gush against his mouth, and although I want to scream, the only thing that comes out is a hoarse whimper.
My body arches with it, my head spinning, my vision behind my closed lids white sparks. I won’t be surprised if I can’t see when I open my eyes, but it will have been worth it.
My heart’s hammering in my ears when my back hits the table again, and I can’t hear anything over it for a good long while. Then, slowly, I become aware of my own breath. It’s shallow, hitching in my chest on every other inhale, but it starts to calm down as the rushing sensation in my limbs begins to fade.
I become aware of Kane’s hands next. He’s petting my thighs, outside to inside in a half-circle sort of motion, and it’s oddly the most calming way I’ve ever been touched before. He’s resting his temple against the side of my knee, and it’s so intimate it makes my chest ache.