Page 142 of Darkened Promises

He nuzzles my ear, his breathing harsh against my cheek. “I don’t want to stop. You feel exquisite wrapped around me.”

Max sucks on my clit, and hot pleasure streaks through me.

“I can’t hold it,” I pant.

My walls clamp and flutter around Noah. His pace increases, and our skin slaps loudly together.

“Do it,” Nate grits out, hands fisted at his sides as he watches us. “Fucking come on his dick. I want to watch so I know how much harder I need to make you come next.”

Noah ignores him and nips my earlobe. “You’re so beautiful like this. Shared between us. Loved by us. This is us. Forever. I love you,” he whispers against my sensitive skin.

The words reach in and curl around all the bruised parts inside me.

Max reaches up to cup my breast and groans around my clit. Every one of my muscles locks up, and I fall off the edge. Pleasure whips through me so intensely that my back bows and I’m left gasping.

All too sensitive, I tug on Max’s curls and pull him off me. A sound of protest huffs from him.

Noah thrusts in again and squeezes me tighter to him. With a quietly whispered, “Rosy,” he fills me. His length twitches, and the warmth spreads inside.

The lump in my throat is thick under all the euphoric emotions dancing through me, but I manage to respond with a hushed “I love you.”

I barely catch Bry’s intense gaze before Nate steps in front of me. He pulls me from Noah’s embrace, and I clench my stomach muscles when I feel the unmistakable sensation of gravity between my legs.

“You hurting?” Nate grunts, his face pinching in concern when he sees my wince.

“Um. No. I just…” I pull back and glance down to see pearly release trailing down the inside of my thigh.

A towel appears between my legs, wiping it away. I glance over my shoulder and see Noah kindly cleaning me up.

“Thank you,” I tell him warmly. My chest fills at the soft crinkles that form around his eyes as he smiles back at me.

Nate’s calloused fingers tug my face back to his. “You okay for more?”

I nod, and my stomach clenches for a whole different reason.

If this is actually a dream, can I ask that I never wake up from it?

Crowding me with his tightly coiled body, Nate consumes my mouth with his hungry, possessive kisses. Almost as if he’s trying to erase the others and replace them with himself.

Is that why he let Noah and Bry go first? But what about⁠—

“What? No, it should be my turn,” Max jumps in.

I smile against Nate’s mouth. He doesn’t return it; instead, he sighs loudly, the air tickling against my lips enough to make me giggle.

“Not yet.”

Nate manoeuvres us over to the bed and positions me on my hands and knees in the middle of it. I’m all too exposed to them all behind me. Heat flushes across my skin at the vulnerability. They can see, um…everything.

As in both holes.

I’m about to flip over onto my back when something sharp nips at my butt cheek. I squeak, scowling over my shoulder at a smirking Nate. Not giving me the chance to berate him, he hovers over my exposed area, then, in true Nate style, he spits.

I still don’t hate it.

If anyone else in my day-to-day life ever spat on me, I’d be horrified. However, apparently Nate doing it turns me into an agreeable, needy mess.

“Mine,” he announces, then crowds his lower body into me from behind. The wide head of his length slides in between my parted folds, nudging against all the areas still so sensitive from Noah.