Dare’s hands fall to my thighs, his calloused fingers gripping my legs as he spreads them open. I can’t see all of him with Trystan leaning over me, so the moment when he buries his face between my legs takes me by surprise, even though I’ve been anticipating it.
The first swipe of his hot tongue makes me whimper, and Ridge draws the sound out of my mouth with another deep kiss. I reach up, hooking my hands around the backs of Ridge’s and Archer’s necks, anchoring myself to my two mates as Dare eats me out like I truly might be his last meal.
His tongue lashes back and forth over my clit before pressing against the sensitive little bud and rolling in slow waves, making my hips buck off the tabl
e. He grabs them to hold me steady, never stopping his relentless assault as he makes my eyes roll back in my head. Every time I think I’m almost used to the pattern, he changes it, moving from fast to slow and back again. When he stiffens his tongue and thrusts it inside me like he would his cock, I let out another breathless cry. The other three men never stop touching me, kissing and groping me as Dare pushes me closer and closer to pure ecstasy.
I’m writhing on the table, held down only by the mouths and hands of my mates, and when Dare slips two fingers inside me and curls them toward himself, my eyes fly wide open as I suck in a breath.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. I’m coming. I’m—”
I don’t even get the rest of the words out before the orgasm plows into me like a speed train, knocking the wind out of me with its intensity. I clamp my legs around Dare’s head so tightly that he probably can’t hear my scream of pleasure as I come hard on his face.
His tongue slows but doesn’t stop, easing me down from the height of pleasure so slowly that it’s like the orgasm just goes on and on. When my legs finally unclench from around his head, my muscles all go lax. My heart is thudding heavily against my ribs as I blink up at the four men surrounding me.
Dare licks his lips in a dirty, hot as hell gesture, his brown eyes burning as he rises slowly to stand.
“This might be one of my all-time favorite sights,” he says roughly, running his gaze over me. “Nothing in the whole goddamn world could compare to this.”
“Amen,” Trystan murmurs before leaning over to nip at my breast again. I grab his head and hold him there, not letting him pull back right away, and he laughs against my skin as he draws my nipple into his mouth.
He swirls his tongue over it, sending little shocks of pleasure shooting through me, and when Ridge leans over me, I reach up to slide my fingers through his dark hair.
“More,” I gasp. “Please. I want—I want all of you.”
“You have us, little wolf,” he promises, dipping his head to press a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Always.”
“Then fuck me.” The words are out of my mouth before I even have a chance to consider being embarrassed by how dirty they sound. “All of you. I want all of you at the same time.”
Trystan’s tongue freezes on my breast, and Ridge pulls back a little, his eyes blazing with desire as he meets my gaze. His nostrils flare as he drags in a breath, and I know he can smell my arousal in the air. Then he stands suddenly, gesturing to Dare.
A second later, I’m hauled into Dare’s strong arms, plucked off the table as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and even though I’m probably leaving a wet spot on his shirt, I don’t care. I tighten my thighs around him, grinding against him a little and making my clit throb.
He chuckles, striding toward the bedroom with the other men right behind him. “Almost there, moonlight. We’ve got you.”
Inside the bedroom, he settles me on the bed with gentle care before reaching up with one hand to tug his shirt off. The others do the same, shucking their pants too before crawling up onto the mattress with me.
“You sure you want this, Sable?” Archer asks. I can see the tenderness and care in his eyes right alongside the fierce desire, and I love that he wants to take care of me so much. But I also know that there’s nothing else I want more in this moment.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I want it to be like before, with you and Trystan and Dare. But I want Ridge inside me too. I want to feel all of you.”
His pupils expand, and he nods, moving closer to me as his hands slide up my body. “We’ll have to get you ready. To make sure it doesn’t hurt. I only want to make you feel good.”
I nod, a flutter of nerves passing through my belly. What I’m asking for is a lot, I know that. And I’m certain it will be intense. But even if it hurts, I feel like it’s the kind of pain I need right now. I need something to ground me and center me in this moment—not somewhere in the future, worrying about the what-ifs and terrifying possibilities.
Just here.
Just now.
With these men who’ve claimed my heart and soul.
All four of them gather around me, kissing and touching me until my entire body is humming with sensation. It becomes a sea of pleasure, and I feel like I’m floating in it, lost in the rolling waves.
When Ridge slides two fingers into me, just like Dare did earlier, I hum in satisfaction, arching my back off the bed. He fucks me with them with slow and steady movements as Trystan’s thumb works my clit, building me up so gradually that my entire lower half feels swollen and needy. I can feel my arousal coating Ridge’s fingers, sliding down my thighs to soak the blanket, and when Ridge gathers my slickness and begins to circle my back hole with it, I brace my heels on the mattress and breathe deeply.
The first finger he slides in feels familiar. I’ve felt this before, from both Trystan and Dare. It feels good, a strange intrusion that heightens all the other sensations in my body.
The second finger is more of a stretch, but by the time he slides it inside me, I’m ready for it. The other men haven’t stopped their worship of me, and my chest is flushed from the scratch of their stubble against my pale skin.