James was in her room, naked in her arms, and Rosalie could scarcely draw breath. He was holding her close, his hands trembling as he touched and kissed her. Even as he said such heated words, his hands and lips were all tenderness. She melted for him, moved with him, opened herself to him in every way he wanted. All the pieces of her life felt like they were falling into place. These men were her world now. What had James said?
No beginning, no end.
James worked himself out of his clothes as Burke did the same. Then she was back in James’ arms, their naked bodies molding together. Burke pressed to her back, kissing her neck, her shoulders, while James dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking on her nipple.
She reached out blindly, knowing what she needed. “Tom, please—”
When Tom claimed her lips, her heart burst open. The bars of its cage shattered like glass and the primal creature she kept buried deep inside spread her wings. Three beautiful, perfect men had their mouths on her. Kissing her, loving her, claiming her. It was too much. She sighed against Tom’s lips, her legs quivering as James pressed his fingers inside her, driving her to the edge of bliss.
She broke her kiss with Tom, eyes only for James. This man would learn his place at last. She cupped his face. “You are mine, James Corbin. I’m done waiting. Do you hear me? I’m done watching you hide from this. From us. The Viscount Finchley stays in my bed now.” She pressed closer until her lips brushed against his, until they shared breath. “Unleash yourself on me,” she whispered. “Hold nothing back.”
James groaned, fumbling to put on the French letter.
“Get yourself ready too,” Tom directed at Burke. “I want you both in our girl as long as possible.” He raised her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips. “Are you ready to take two of us?”
She nodded, a wave of desire burning through her.
Tom grinned. “You’ll be perfect. You’re made for us, Rose. I’m going to watch you take my men. Watch them fill you. Watch them come inside you.”
She whimpered as James spun her around, walking her back the five steps to press her up against the wall. The chill of the cool surface made her shiver, a gasp escaping her parted lips. James swallowed the sound as his strong hands slid down her sides. He cupped her bottom, lifting her off the floor. Then he braced her against the wall with his hips, his cock pressed at her entrance. She panted, loving the feel of him right where he should be.
“Look at me, angel.”
The moment she met his gaze, he thrust into her, sheathing himself. She moaned, feeling herself stretch around him. They both took a shaky breath, adjusting to the feel of each other. Then he was moving, slamming into her so hard the painting on the wall rattled. She laughed with a relief that verged on euphoria, tipping her head back as James claimed her with all his passion. It was better than she dreamed. Nothing compared to feeling his body moving with hers, his panting breath, his desperate touches.
Behind him, Tom and Burke moved closer, their eyes hooded with desire as they watched their best friend take her. Burke was naked, his hand fisting his glistening cock. She knew it would be oiled and ready for her. She needed the fullness, the feeling of being so complete.
“Burke. I want you—”
“I’m here,” he murmured, one hand on James’ shoulder.
James slowed his thrusts as Burke wrapped a hand around his throat, pressing up behind him. Burke leaned in, his lips by James’ ear. “Do you want to keep her for yourself—”
“No,” James rasped. “Want you. Need to feel you both—”
“Please, love,” Rosalie repeated. “Take me to the bed.”
Burke chuckled. “Not a chance, you wanton siren. You look perfect just like this. Tom, help James hold her. We’re fucking her right here.”
Tom stepped in and helped James keep her still as they shifted off the wall. Burke stepped up behind her, his hands smoothing over her bottom. She trembled with anticipation, her greedy core fluttering around James’ length.
“So perfect,” Burke muttered, massaged her tight hole.
She clenched around James as Burke pressed a finger inside.
James groaned.
“Just wait,” said Tom, leaning in to kiss her lips, teasing with his tongue. “You have no idea, James. She’s a goddess. You’ll never be the same.”
Burke pumped his finger, pulling out to add a second. “Relax, love.” His free hand soothed her shoulder with gentle strokes. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Burke glanced at James.
“Do it,” James muttered.
“Go slow,” Tom added. “Rose, relax. Let him in.”
She sighed with want as she felt the tip of his cock press against her. His hands joined those holding her thighs as he inched his way in.
“Holy god,” said James. “I can’t—”
“Don’t you dare come,” Tom challenged, pressing his lips to James’ neck, sucking his pulse point until James moaned. “You haven’t even started.”
Seeing her men love each other unlocked something feral in Rosalie. It made her protective of them, fierce and wild. She wanted them to take every ounce of pleasure from each other and then unleash that same passion on her. One circle without end.
Please god, never let it end.
“She’s so tight.” Burke pushed the head of his cock fully inside her.
Rosalie panted. Suspended between them, James was already impossibly deep, pressed in all the way to the hilt. She could only imagine feeling the full thickness of both their cocks together. “Fill me,” she cried. “Burke, please—”
Burke stepped forward, sinking himself fully inside her. All three of them trembled as they adjusted.
“How does she feel?” Tom murmured, his arms still wrapped around James.
“I think I might die,” James panted.
“Move,” Tom directed. “Find your rhythm and fuck our sweet girl until she shatters. She’ll strangle your cock so beautifully.”
Rosalie could do nothing but hold on as her men began moving, taking turns thrusting with their hips. Their cocks slid against each other so deep inside her as they brought her right to the edge. She could feel every perfect inch. She leaned forward, claiming James’ mouth in a hungry kiss. He broke it as he thrusted harder, pounding into her.
“Tom,” she whined, sinking back against Burke’s chest.
Tom stepped in, cupping her face with his calloused hand as he buried his tongue in her mouth. “You are our goddess,” he muttered against her lips. “We worship only you. Our queen, our north star,” he said between kisses. “We’ll bury our cocks in you forever. Every perfect hole. Claim you. Brand your soul.”
His words shored her up inside, building a new kind of cage around her heart. It was a cage of their making, rather than her own. With each kiss, each caress, each word of longing, they strengthened her. Her body may be powerless now, wholly at their mercy, but she was still in control. “Harder,” she panted. “God, please. Fuck me harder. Own me. Ruin me for all other men.”
James’ grip tightening as he pressed all the way in and held still. “Take her, Burke. Christ, end us both.”
Burke gripped her tight enough to bruise and began slamming into her. She and James cried out as Burke pounded them both with his relentless thrusts. She tipped her head back against Burke’s shoulder, her whole body coiling tight as she let her release take over her.
When Tom snaked his hand between her and James, pressing on her sensitive bud with his thumb, she shattered. She clenched down hard, crying out in her ecstasy. Burke slammed into her, his hot release filling her. The sensation of his come spilling inside her had her clenching again. That was enough to have James coming too. She shook from head to toe as she came down from her high.
“Take her, Tom,” Burke murmured after a minute, shifting his position.
Tom braced her thighs with his strong arms as Burke pulled out. “Rose, let go,” Tom whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. Let go of James.”
She blinked, struggling to hold the pieces of herself together as James suddenly stepped back. To go from feeling so full to so empty…she fought to keep from crying. But Tom was there, cradling her in his arms as he took her to the bed. He tended to her, washing gently between her legs, murmuring soft words.
Once James cleaned himself up, he was crawling across from the other side of the bed, wrapping himself around her, tangling their legs together. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. “Did we hurt you?” he whispered, pressing his lips against her warm skin.
Hurt her? She blinked, not understanding his question. They took her and made her feel whole. Their shared closeness did the opposite of hurt her. To be in their arms was to feel complete. But she didn’t know how to articulate all those feelings, so she just whispered a soft, “No.”
Tom sank onto the bed, pressing himself against her back, his thick arm curled around her.
“This bed is too small for the four of us,” Burke grumbled, dropping on the edge of the bed behind James. He slung his arm over James, reaching for Rosalie’s hand. Weaving his fingers in with hers, he kept his arm draped over James’ torso.
“The beds at Alcott are larger,” James muttered, his voice muffled.
“I can sleep in my room tonight,” said Tom, rubbing his calloused hand up and down the length of her naked thigh.
“No,” she whined, wrapping her hand over his. “I need you to stay.”
He huffed a laugh. “Always so greedy. Two men should be more than sufficient to hold you while you sleep, eh?”
They were all quiet for a moment, their breathing slowing.
“Do you really think this will work?” she whispered to the room.
“In two short days, George will be married,” said Burke. “All we have to do is keep our heads down, keep the party entertained, and keep George on a short leash—”
“And get the Gorgon engaged to someone else,” added Tom. “Don’t forget about that Sword of Damocles.”
Burke groaned, pressing his face into his pillow.
“But your reputation must and will come first, Rosalie,” James pressed. “We must all keep this quiet for your sake. Nothing can be amiss as the ton descends on us. We survive the wedding, the party, and then we are free.”
“It’s just two days,” Tom said, curling his large frame tighter against her. “We can all behave ourselves, surely.”
“Speak for yourself,” Burke muttered. “Now that I know what sex with the three of you is like, I intend to ravage you separately and together every hour of the day until my cock falls off.”
“Ignore him,” said James, his warm breath fanning over her ear.
She fought a smile as Burke gave her hand another squeeze.
Behind her, Tom let out a yawn, his voice heavy with sleep. “I have a feeling it’s all going to be fine.”
