His eyes flicker from red to blue, and he slows down, softening his grip.
I squeeze his cock deliberately, grinning as the blue of his eyes gets devoured once more. He takes one look at my smug expression and flips me onto my hands and knees.
“Hold on,” he growls.Hold on to what?It’s the last rational thought I have, because Alistair is done playing. He fucks me like an animal until I’m gnawing on the pillow in front of me to keep the whole house from hearing me wail.
From the corner of my watering eyes, I watch his hand land beside my face. He yanks the pillow away and hurls it across the room—except it can’t handle feral Ali like I can. The pillow hits the wall and explodes, sending a cloud of down into the air. His fingers curl around my throat, lifting my mouth away from the mattress so there’s nothing to muffle my screams.
Luca lies down beside me, bringing his face next to mine. His expression is a mixture of heat, concern, and amusement. “I’mpretty sure you’re right where you want to be, baby, but I thought I’d check in.”
“I’m f-f-f-fine,” I grunt. “You know he’s all t-talk.”
Ali’s next thrust sends me scooting up the bed, and his palm cracks against my ass. I let out an embarrassing squeak.
“Brat,” he snarls. “She did this on purpose. I was trying to be a gentleman.”
I whimper as a tiny orgasm rolls through me. Alistair eases his grip on my neck but never breaks his rhythm. “I don’t like gentlemen,” I say. “I like you. All of you.”
“What a relief.” I can’t tell if Riven is being sarcastic. There are too many black spots dotting my vision. And something is roaring in my ears.
Luca kisses my cheek, and the tip of his tongue darts out to taste my tears.Gods, are my eyes watering that much?I may actually have to tap out.“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll help you out.” Luca winks and disappears from my view. A second later, Ali moans.
His breathing gets choppy. His grip tightens, then his rhythm falters, and he twitches inside me, filling me up and setting off one final orgasm.
Coming again does me in.
I sag against the bed and bury my face in the covers, letting my eyes drift shut. Lips graze my shoulders. A damp rag cleans gently between my legs. They’re talking to me or each other, but I can’t focus. I’m boneless, strung out, and utterly ruined.
There are legs attached to my trunk, and wings tucked away beneath my skin, but if I had to move right now—even in an emergency—I don’t think I could. Maybe I could crawl? Or pull myself along with my arms? Who am I kidding? One of the benefits of being in a relationship with a bunch of guys is that one of them will carry me out if the housecatches fire.
If it weren’t for the stickiness, I wouldn’t need to move again all night.
As if they heard my thoughts, someone picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.
I zone out in the shower, enjoying the hot spray pounding against my spent muscles and leaning onCiprian and Malach. They wash me gently, and I let them. Allowing them to care for me doesn’t feel weak. At least not tonight.
By the time we return to the bedroom, the sheets have been changed, and my stomach is growling.Dammit, I want to sleep, but I’m too hungry.
As if I summoned them, the door opens, and Luca walks in with his arms full of booze and glasses. Riven trails behind him with two trays of food.
Alistair darts in front of me, kisses my jaw, and looks me over so thoroughly I feel another bolt of arousal. He notices my shiver and shakes his head before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
Luca starts mixing drinks and explaining what he’s doing to Riven. Smiling at their newfound camaraderie, I sink down on the loveseat. Malach tugs me into his lap, holding me tight while Ciprian works the tangles from my hair.
They’re spoiling me, but I can’t bring myself to make them stop.
“Are you back with us, baby?” Luca squats in front of me, a glass of wine held carefully in his hand. “It’s not chardonnay, but I’m told you like it.” I’m not sure how he’s communicating with the staff, but something he’s doing is clearly working. This is my favorite drink.
I take the glass, swirling the liquid in a circle before inhaling my first sip. “My love forech’rikecame first. Chardonnay was my earthly substitute.”
Luca bends his head to sniff. “Smells fruity.”
“It is, but I’m not sharing.” I take another sip, then check in onour bond.Fuck, he’s happy. Content, satisfied, and brimming with hope. It’s the last emotion that nearly breaks me. Feeling someone else’s hope is different from experiencing my own. It’s painfully intimate.
Tears burn behind my eyes, and I do my best to channel my emotion into motivation.
“I love you, Luca,” I whisper. “I want you to have the whole world.”
He presses his hand to his heart and smiles. “I already have it.”