STILL SO FUCKING READY FOR US.

Chapter 10

Three days later the house already felt different.

My old bedroom stayed empty. My clothes had been moved into Cassian’s closet without anyone asking me. I slept in the middle of the big bed every night, usually with at least two of them pressed against me. They touched me whenever they wanted — in the kitchen, in the hallway, while one of them was on a work call. The rules that used to protect me were gone. New ones had taken their place.

I belonged to them now. Fully. Openly. Inside these walls, at least.

That evening I was in the kitchen wearing one of Cassian’s shirts and nothing underneath. The hem barely covered me. Rhys leaned against the counter watching me try to make tea like my hands weren’t still a little shaky from the afternoon. Julian sat at the island scrolling through his phone, but his eyes kept lifting to my legs. Cassian stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his chest every time he reached past me for something.

His hand slid under the shirt and settled on my bare hip.

“You’re quiet,” he said against my hair.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I leaned back into him without meaning to. “How normal this already feels.”

Julian looked up and smiled that sharp little smile. “Good. Because it’s not temporary.”

Rhys set his glass down and walked over. He stopped in front of me, reached under the shirt from the front, and dragged two fingers between my legs. I was already wet. I always was lately. He watched my face while he slowly pushed those fingers inside me right there in the kitchen.

“Still so fucking ready for us,” he murmured.

I gripped the edge of the counter. Cassian’s hand moved from my hip to my breast, thumb brushing my nipple through the thin fabric. Julian stood up and came around the island so all three of them were close again.

Rhys fucked me with his fingers in lazy strokes while Cassian kissed the side of my neck. Julian took my hand and pressed it against the front of his pants so I could feel how hard he already was.

“Bedroom,” Cassian said quietly.

They didn’t make me walk. Rhys pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the inside of my thigh, then picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing. The other two followed.

In the bedroom they stripped the shirt off me and laid me down in the center of the bed. For a moment all three of them just looked at me — naked, marked with faint bruises from the last few days, already dripping onto the sheets.

Cassian undressed first. Then Julian. Then Rhys. Seeing them all hard and focused on me at the same time still made my stomach flip.

Cassian lay down and pulled me on top of him. I sank onto his cock slowly, taking him to the hilt with a shaky breath. He held my hips and let me adjust. Julian moved behind me. I felt him spread me open, then the thick pressure of him pushing into my pussy right above where Cassian was already buried. The stretch made me drop my forehead onto Cassian’s shoulder and moan.

They gave me time. Then they started moving.

It was slower than the first time they’d done this. Deeper. More deliberate. Every thrust reminded me I was completely full of them. Rhys knelt beside us and guided my mouth to his cock. I took him in, letting him slide across my tongue while the other two fucked me in a steady, overwhelming rhythm.

The room filled with the wet sound of their bodies moving inside mine and the low, rough noises they made. Cassian’s hands stayed firm on my hips. Julian’s grip on my waist was tight enough to bruise again. Rhys’s fingers tangled in my hair as he used my mouth.

“You’re perfect like this,” Cassian said, voice strained. “Taking all of us. Ours.”

I moaned around Rhys. The vibration made him thrust a little deeper. Julian’s pace picked up behind me. The dual stretch inside me was intense enough that tears pricked my eyes, but the pleasure was sharper than the burn. Rhys reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight circles.

I came hard, shaking between them, clenching around both cocks while Rhys held my head in place. They fucked me through it and kept going. Julian finished first with a low groan, buried deep. Cassian followed soon after, holding me down on him while he pulsed inside me. Rhys pulled out of my mouth and came across my breasts and stomach with a rough sound, marking me again.

When they finally eased out of me I collapsed onto Cassian’s chest, completely spent. Come leaked out of me onto him. My whole body felt soft and used and claimed. Julian stretched out on one side of us. Rhys settled on the other, one heavy arm draped over my back.

No one spoke for a long time. The only sounds were our breathing and the quiet house around us.

Eventually Cassian pressed a kiss to my temple and spoke against my hair.

“You’re not going anywhere, Sienna. This is your bed now. Our bed. The three of us aren’t letting you go back to the way things were.”

I nodded against his chest. My voice came out small and honest.

“I don’t want to.”

Julian’s hand stroked down my spine. Rhys’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. The possessiveness in their touch felt as natural as breathing now.

Outside the window the sky was turning dark. Inside, the three men who had raised me held me between them like something they planned to keep forever.

I closed my eyes, still full of them, still aching in the best way, and let myself stop fighting the truth.

I was theirs.

And I was exactly where I was supposed to be.