TAKE BOTH OF US. GOOD GIRL.

Chapter 8

I woke up warm and sore.

The first thing I noticed was the heavy arm across my waist. The second was the solid heat of a body pressed against my back. The third was the dull, deep ache between my legs that reminded me exactly what had happened the night before.

I blinked against the morning light. I was in Cassian’s room. The sheets smelled like him. Rhys was the one behind me, breathing slow and steady against the back of my neck. Julian was on my other side, close enough that his chest touched my arm every time he inhaled.

For a few seconds I just lay there, trying to process it. My body felt used in the best way. Sticky. Tender. Marked.

Rhys shifted behind me. His hand slid lower, over my stomach, then between my legs. I was already wet. His fingers found the mess they’d left in me last night and dragged through it slowly.

I made a small sound before I could stop it.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured against my ear, voice still rough from sleep.

Julian’s eyes opened. He looked at me, then down at where Rhys’s hand was moving between my thighs. A slow, sleepy smile pulled at his mouth.

“She’s already wet,” he said quietly.

Cassian’s voice came from the doorway. I hadn’t even realized he was up. He stood there in sweatpants, holding a glass of water, watching the three of us in his bed.

“She’s been wet since yesterday morning,” he said. “Don’t act surprised.”

Rhys pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped and arched slightly. The stretch burned in a good way — I was still swollen from the night before. He fucked me with his fingers slow and deep while Julian leaned in and kissed me, lazy and filthy.

Cassian set the water on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched Rhys’s fingers disappear into me for a moment, then reached out and brushed my hair out of my face.

“How sore are you?”

“A little,” I admitted.

“Good.” He nodded at Rhys. “Be careful with her. She’s not used to this yet.”

Rhys hummed in agreement but didn’t stop. He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside me until my hips started moving on their own. Julian kept kissing me, swallowing the soft sounds I made.

I came quicker than I expected — a smaller, shakier orgasm than the ones the night before, but it still left me trembling. Rhys worked me through it, then pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the inside of my thigh.

Cassian stood and pushed his sweatpants down. He was already hard. He climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs, spreading them wider. The head of his cock rubbed through my wetness, coating himself.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did.

He pushed in slowly. Even after last night the stretch made me suck in a sharp breath. He filled me in one long, careful thrust until his hips were flush against mine. Then he stayed still, letting me feel every inch.

“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered.

Julian moved up the bed so his cock was near my face. I turned my head and took him into my mouth without being told. The angle was a little awkward, but he didn’t seem to care. He rested a hand in my hair and let me suck him while Cassian started fucking me in deep, measured strokes.

Rhys watched for a while, then leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, rolling the other between his fingers. The three sensations at once — Cassian inside me, Julian in my mouth, Rhys’s mouth on my chest — made my eyes water.

Cassian kept the pace steady. Not rough yet. Just deep and thorough, like he was reminding my body who it belonged to now. Every thrust pushed me further onto Julian’s cock. I moaned around him and felt him throb against my tongue.

“That’s it,” Julian said, voice strained. “Take both of us. Good girl.”

The praise made me clench around Cassian. He groaned low and started moving harder. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the room. I was so slick from the night before and the morning already that there was almost no resistance.

Rhys lifted his head and looked at Cassian. Something passed between them again. Cassian pulled out of me slowly. I made a needy sound at the loss.

“On your hands and knees,” he said.

I scrambled to obey. The second I was in position, Rhys moved behind me and pushed in. He was thicker than Cassian, or maybe it just felt that way in this position. The stretch pulled a broken moan out of me. He gripped my hips and started fucking me in long, hard strokes.

Julian stayed in front of me. I took him back into my mouth, bracing myself on one hand while the other rested on his thigh. Cassian moved to the side and reached under me, rubbing my clit in tight circles while Rhys used me.

It was overwhelming. Every thrust from Rhys pushed me forward onto Julian. Cassian’s fingers on my clit never stopped. I could feel another orgasm building already, heavier this time.

“She’s close,” Cassian said.

Rhys fucked me harder. The sound of his hips meeting my ass was loud and filthy. I came with a muffled cry around Julian’s cock, walls clamping down on Rhys hard enough that he cursed under his breath.

He didn’t stop. He kept going until the aftershocks faded, then pulled out. Before I could catch my breath, Cassian took his place. He slid back into me easily and picked up where Rhys left off — deeper, more controlled, but just as relentless.

Julian pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself, watching Cassian fuck me. Rhys lay down beside us, still hard, and turned my face toward him so I could suck him instead. I did, messy and uncoordinated, while Cassian drove into me from behind.

I lost track of how long it lasted. They switched again at some point. Julian fucked me while I stroked Rhys and Cassian watched, occasionally reaching between my legs to play with my clit or push two fingers into my mouth so I could taste myself.

By the time they finally let me collapse onto the sheets, I was shaking and oversensitive and so full of them I could barely think. Come leaked out of me onto the bed. My thighs were a mess. My voice was gone.

Cassian pulled me against his chest. Julian settled on my other side. Rhys stretched out at the foot of the bed, one hand resting on my ankle like he still needed the contact.

No one spoke for a long time.

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

“You’re not going back to your room.”

It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, too exhausted to argue, and closed my eyes. My body still pulsed with aftershocks. The ache between my legs was deeper now. I could feel all three of them around me — warm, solid, possessive.

The house was quiet except for the sound of their breathing.

And for the first time since I was sixteen, I didn’t feel like I was waiting for something to start.

It had already begun.