Page 90 of Obey

I tip my chin up, aiming for defiant and missing by a mile. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“I would just like it to go on record that, yet again, I did not start this,” Jace says through gritted teeth, eyes flickering with mischief and desire.

“You did not, but you certainly didn’t stop it either.” Elias chuckles, then pulls Jace into a searing kiss.

Jace groans softly against Elias’s mouth, a noise that makes my core clench. When Elias pulls back, Jace’s lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed, and he looks wrecked in a way I instantly crave.

“Apparently our brats have decided sleep is optional.” Nate’s grip flexes. “Fine. Let them play.”

Nate’s hand abandons my throat as he opens the nightstand drawer. When he returns, his palms press firm to my shoulder blades, tipping my hips forward until I’m leaning over Jace, my core pulled just out of reach of his throbbing heat.

Nate’s arm snakes between our bodies. Two sharp clicks pierce the air, and Jace jolts beneath me with a choked-out curse.

“What the—”

“Insurance,” Nate says coolly, testing the snug fit of the ring at Jace’s base. “Since you clearly lack restraint.”

“You good, pup?” Elias’s voice is a teasing rumble as he wraps his hand around his shaft.

“Fantastic, Sir,” Jace grinds out, voice thick with sarcasm and strain.

“Count your blessings,” Elias purrs. “You’ll be the first of usto feel that sweet little pussy wrapped around you.”

His palm leaves Jace’s length and slides between my thighs. His fingers glide through my slickness with agonizing slowness. My hips cant backward, seeking his touch on instinct. He gives me just enough pressure to make me whimper, then withdraws completely.

A frustrated sound catches in my throat.

Then I watch, transfixed, as Elias wraps his glistening hand back around Jace and begins to stroke him—long, deliberate pulls that make Jace’s back arch off the bed. A string of curses falls from his lips, and something satisfying uncoils in my chest at the sight of my own slick shining on his skin.

“Go on, Sola,” Nate murmurs against my ear. “You started this. Now let’s see how well you finish.”

With Elias’s help, Jace’s tip nudges against me, and I lower myself onto him slowly, stretching to accommodate each inch as his grip tightens on my hips.

“Oh, fuck, Jace…” The ring holds him achingly hard inside me as I finally settle fully against him, my mind blanking at the sensation of being so completely filled.

When I roll my hips experimentally, the gasp we share is filthy and perfect. “God—Sloane—”

“Not so fast,” Elias warns, voice like dark honey. “Did you think we’d forget about you?”

Before I can form a reply, a wand I didn’t see him grab vibrates to life against my clit. My body convulses around Jace so violently he cries out. I try to retreat from the overwhelming sensation, but Nate’s arm bands around my waist, holding me firmly in place against his chest.

“No, Sola,” Nate says, his voice a low command that leaves no room for argument. “This is what you wanted. Show us what you were going to do while we slept.”

I suck in a breath. My palms flatten against Jace’s chest, fingers digging into the damp skin as I begin to rock—slow at first, then deeper, savoring the thick stretch of him inside me.

“Shit—” Jace chokes out, his head falling back against the pillow as my hips find their rhythm.

The way they watch me should unnerve me. Instead, it sharpens me. Three sets of eyes trace every movement; Nate’s gaze heavy with approval, Elias’s dark with amusement, Jace’s hazy with want.

Fuck it feels good.

Nate’s hand slides into my hair, tightening just enough to pull my head back. His mouth brushes my throat. “Look at you. Dripping all over his cock.” He doesn’t raise his voice when he adds, “Elias, she’s still too quiet.”

Elias hums in agreement and shifts the wand against me, circling once before settling exactly where I need it. Pleasure cracks through me like a whip—my body seizes around Jace, spasming hard.

“Wait! That's too much!” I yelp, trying to twist away from the overload, but Nate holds me firm, keeping me exactly where I am as I come apart.

“Really? Because I don’t think it’s quite enough.” Nate glances toward Elias. “Elias.”