Wren
The words had barely left my mouth when Zephyr’s hands tightened on my hips. His storm eyes locked on mine, dark with need but still so careful. “I need to be inside you, love. Right here on this rug where you belong.” His voice was gravel-rough, the command wrapped in reverence.
I nodded, breathless, my body already aching for more than fingers and tongues. Behind me, Caius shifted closer, his chest a solid wall of heat against my back. Lucien stayed at my side, his pale eyes gleaming as he brushed my hair off my shoulder.
Zephyr lifted me just enough to line himself up. The thick head of his c**k nudged my entrance, slick from everything they’d already done to me. I was so wet, so ready, that when he guided me down, I sank onto him in one long, slow glide. The stretch burned so g
