His hand slides between us, finding my clit, and I gasp. The pleasure builds fast, overwhelming, and I’m so close—
“I want all three of you,” I moan and feel Koa falter.
He looks down at me, eyes dark and dangerous. “What?”
“You heard me.” I rock my hips up, taking him deeper. “All three. Not one at a time. All of you.”
Koa’s jaw clenches. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re mine.” He punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust that makes stars explode across my vision.
I turn my head, looking past him to where Revan and Atticus are watching. Both of them are hard, I can see it even from here, and the knowledge sends a thrill through me.
“Come here,” I call to them.
Koa growls—actually growls—pulling out of me and standing up. “Don’t fucking move.”
Revan and Atticus both freeze.
I prop myself up on my elbows, deliberately spreading my legs. “You don’t own me, Koa.”
“The hell I don’t.” But his eyes are on them, warning them back.
I lower my voice to a whisper, just for him. “Then you better fucking come because I want them both.”
His eyes snap back to mine, and I see the war there—possession and fury and something that might be understanding. He knows what I’m doing, knows I’m testing boundaries, pushing to see where he’ll break.
He leans down, kissing me once more—hard and claiming. Then he straightens, pounds into me a few more times, and comes with a groan that sounds like my name.
Then he’s grabbing his jeans, pulling them on with jerky movements. He heads for the door.
“Where the hell are you going?” I demand.
He doesn’t answer, just slams out into the rain.
Revan moves first, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He’ll come around. He doesn’t like to share.”
“And you do?” I ask, still breathing hard.
Revan’s smile is slow, predatory. “I don’t mind sharing with Atticus. We’ve shared before.”
Atticus laughs from across the room. “Fuck that. I’m next.”
He’s on me before I can process, pulling my shirt over my head, his mouth finding my breast. His British accent gets thicker when he’s aroused, words clipping together. “You want us all? You’ll get us all, love.”
His touch is different from Koa’s. He’s bigger, more primal, less in tune. When he pushes inside me, it’s with force that makes my toes curl.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear. “Let him hear you.”
And I do. I don’t hold back the sounds, don’t try to be quiet. Let Koa wherever he is know exactly what he’s missing.
Atticus fucks me hard, each thrust calculated to hit exactly where I need it. Behind him, Revan watches, palming himself through his jeans, and the visual of it—of being watched, being desired by both of them—sends me over the edge.
I come hard, clenching around Atticus, and he follows seconds later with a curse in what might be actual British slang I don’t recognize.
When he pulls out, Revan is already there.
