The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

Raine froze, suspended in the throes of this excruciating ache, hoping, praying…

Until Liam took his fingers from her clit. Another swipe or two and she would have been tumbling into a gasping, stunning euphoria.

And both disobeying and disappointing them.

Pressing her lips together to hold in her protest, she put her faith in them. They would eventually end their torture and give her the most sublime ecstasy.

“Her face is priceless,” Hammer drawled. “You’re fighting it, aren’t you, precious?”

She gave a wild, shaky bob of her head, not trusting her words.

They grinned as Liam rolled her to face him, then eased onto his back, sending her sprawling on top of him. “On your hands and knees, wench. Give him that lush, wee ass he wants.”

Raine scrambled to comply, poised over Liam and blinking into his eyes as Hammer stepped up behind her. She heard the squirt of the lube, felt the cool gel slick across her rosette, then imagined him slathering the liquid all over his shaft. God, she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Suddenly, the tube plopped on the bed next to her knee. Macen’s body heat warmed the backs of her thighs. He palmed her ass. “Arch your back.”

“Down on your elbows,” Liam added. “Look at me.”

Instantly, she obeyed. His eyes, usually a warm sepia, had darkened to a raw umber, and she couldn’t stop herself from breathlessly plummeting into their depths. She had no beginning; he had no end. Here she found her undoing, both her enslavement and her salvation.

She whispered his name. He palmed her crown.

Then Hammer set his crest against her opening, worked past the ring of muscle, and inched inside her at a crawling pace that had her digging into Liam’s shoulders with a gasp.

“You must be doing something right, mate. I’ve got her nails in my skin.”

“Yeah.” Macen sounded strained. “Her walls are clenching my cock. Oh, fuck.”

“I intend to…in good time.” Just as he’d promised, Liam worked his hand between them and circled her clit again.

Raine sank her fingers deeper into him with a high-pitched whimper that seemed to come from someplace in her throat she’d never used. Liam paid her no mind, just watched her face as Hammer gripped her hips, pressed forward, and slid deeper.

God, she wanted to wriggle, find more friction—anything to end this incendiary agony. But she had nowhere to go, no way to usurp the ruthless control they had over her body. Hammer filled her at his own pace, and Liam enjoyed every helpless emotion that ripped across her face.

Finally, Macen gave a guttural groan from deep in his chest. The hair on his thighs gently abraded the backs of hers. He surged forward, trying to root in even deeper, but he was in to the hilt. All she could do was gape as he dragged the swollen head of his cock over her sensitive tissue.

“Hurry the fuck up, man.” Hammer rocked back, then shoved in again, pushing her closer to Liam—and the edge. “Holy shit.”

“On it. Lower yourself onto me, love. Give me your cunt.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice.

Raine gladly sat back on his cock, standing thick and waiting between her legs. With a wriggle and a nudge, she began taking him in, her hungry pussy swallowing inch after inch. The sting of the stretch they demanded of her openings as she took them both always had her grappling to accommodate and marveling at the wondrous feeling of completeness they gave her.

Beneath her, Liam surged up the rest of the way. As he fell back, Hammer invaded. Their perfectly synchronized dance drove her up, soaring toward an intoxicating rapture that would launch her straight to the heaven only they could give her.

Liam lunged. Hammer parried. She moved with them, sinking her teeth into Liam’s shoulder, moaning. Astonishing. Exhilarating.

Perfect.

They felt as if they were made for her. Yes, they’d all had struggles, but each of them had fought their way back to the others time and again. For this. Because they were meant to be.

And she couldn’t hold back the wrenching, undeniable love she felt for them anymore.

Heaving for her last sane breath, she lifted her lips from Liam’s skin. The purple love bite there barely registered as she howled out for them. “Please…Sirs. I’m begging.”

“Fuck, I could almost beg, too,” Hammer muttered.

“With you, mate. Christ…” Liam panted, a flush rushing across his skin. “Nothing turns me on more than watching you come. Do it, Raine. Shatter hard!”

She jolted, her entire system bucking and spasming as she splintered into a million pieces for them. As they crashed into her, they followed her into bliss, roaring out a chorus of curses and groans. The aftermath was a hush of whispers filled with devotion, tender kisses, and an unspoken hope that their every tomorrow could be this full of love.