TAKE THE DRESS OFF.

Chapter 6

The second the front door closed behind us, Cassian locked it.

The sound of the lock clicking was loud in the quiet house.

No one spoke. Rhys still had his hand on the small of my back. Julian stood a little to the side, watching me like he was waiting for permission to move. My dress was wrinkled and damp between my thighs. I could still feel the ghost of their fingers from the car.

Cassian turned around slowly. His eyes moved over me once, from my flushed face down to the wet spot I knew was visible.

“Take the dress off.”

My heart slammed. I looked at him, then at the other two. Neither of them looked away.

I reached behind me with shaking hands and pulled the zipper down. The dress loosened and slid off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor around my feet. I was left in the soaked panties and nothing else. My nipples were tight from the cool air and from everything that had already happened.

Julian made a low sound. Rhys’s eyes darkened.

Cassian stepped closer. He didn’t touch me yet. He just looked.

“Panties too.”

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. They stuck a little because of how wet I was. When I stepped out of them, the air hit my bare pussy and I shivered.

Rhys moved first.

He dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, grabbed my hips, and dragged his tongue through me in one long, slow lick. My knees almost gave out. I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright.

He didn’t tease. He licked me like he’d been waiting all day for it — open-mouthed, filthy, sucking on my clit while his hands held me still. I moaned before I could stop myself. The sound echoed in the hallway.

Julian stepped in behind me. He pulled my hair to the side and put his mouth on my neck, kissing and biting while Rhys kept eating me out. Cassian stayed where he was, watching everything with that calm, dark expression.

“She’s already close again,” Julian said against my skin. “Look at her.”

Rhys hummed against my clit and pushed two fingers inside me. I cried out. My hips rocked against his face. He fucked me with his fingers the same way he had in the car, only this time his tongue was working me at the same time. It was too much and not enough.

Cassian’s voice cut through the wet sounds.

“Come on his tongue, Sienna. Then we’ll move.”

The order pushed me over. I came hard, thighs shaking around Rhys’s head, hands fisting in his hair. He licked me through it, slower now, until I was twitching and trying to pull away.

He stood up. His mouth was shiny. He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked at Cassian.

“Living room.”

They walked me there. My legs still felt weak. Julian kept a hand on my waist. When we reached the couch, Cassian sat down and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, completely bare. For the first time all day, he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft. It was deep and controlled, the kind of kiss that made it clear he was done pretending. I moaned into his mouth when I felt how hard he was under me. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against him.

Julian sat beside us. He took my hand and guided it to the front of his pants. I felt the thick shape of him through the fabric. He unzipped without looking away from my face and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He was hot and heavy in my hand.

“Stroke it,” he said quietly. “Just like that.”

I did. My hand moved up and down while Cassian kept kissing me and grinding me against the hard line of his cock through his pants. Rhys stood behind the couch, watching, already rubbing himself through his jeans.

Cassian broke the kiss and looked at me. His voice was low and rough.

“You’re going to take all three of us eventually. But not yet. Tonight we learn how you sound when you’re desperate.”

He shifted me so I was sitting more fully on his thighs. Julian kept my hand moving on his cock. Rhys reached over the back of the couch and pinched one of my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp.

I was dripping onto Cassian’s pants. I could feel it. Every small movement made my clit drag against the fabric. I was already building toward another orgasm and none of them had even taken their clothes off yet.

Julian’s breathing got heavier under my hand. Cassian’s grip on my hips tightened. Rhys leaned down and spoke right against my ear.

“You’re ours now, baby. No more pretending.”

I nodded, too far gone to speak, hand still stroking Julian, hips rolling against Cassian, completely bare and open between the three of them in the living room of the house I’d grown up in.

And I didn’t want any of it to stop.