SARAH Maybe it’s the warmth from their bodies, or the fact that I’ve missed being touched by them so much. But here and now, in this moment with them, I want nothing more than to be utterly ruined. Blame it on all the heartwarming confessions we just had, because I know I do. They’ve let me in, let me see them; both darkness and light. I want all of it. Plus, my pussy is still needy from the episode in the bathroom of their restaurant. Ronan’s finger inside me was salvation from my darling rubber toys. I don’t want fingers anymore. I want—need their cocks. Slowly, my right hand reaches for Jaxon’s cheek, letting my thumb trail across his freshly shaved face. His jaw carries that almost smooth grit that makes me linger as I tilt his face to mine. Warm brown eyes drop to my lips. Gently, I return the favour. Sultry. Full. Soft. That’s how they look. I wonder if they still taste as lush as last time. A wanton desire lights up like a match as his hand encircles the curve of my waist, pulling me closer to his spot on the couch. I let myself move. What’s the need of holding back when I’ve wanted them for the longest time? Ronan had told me he touched himself to thoughts of me every night, but I’ve endured the same…even worse. If they ever find out I came—over and over—while watching every video clip of them I could find on the internet…what would they say? From behind me, Ronan brushes the length of my red waves of hair backwards. His warm lips find the lobe of my right ear, and his hot breath fans the skin of my neck, sending a warm wave down my spine as he whispers. “Are you trying to get us started?” My throat runs dry. My thoughts, every bit of consciousness in me, starts to spiral. I can’t even form a single fucking word, a smart retort, nothing. His hand wanders into my shirt. With every kiss he plants on the skin of my neck, his hand travels up my stomach, until his fingers trace the valley between my breasts. Hard, painful nipples poke through my white t-shirt. Breathless, my lips part to suck in air while I watch Jaxon’s face brighten with a smile. “Are you hungry for us, baby?” He interlocks his fingers with mine, before bringing my hand down to his lips where he takes his time to kiss each and every fucking knuckle. The pull in his eyes won’t let me turn away. I’m going crazy. Every move of theirs is carefully calculated to make sure I lose my damned mind. And yes. Yes. I’m so hungry for them. Malachi comes around and kneels in front of me. When Jaxon’s lips spread into an even wider grin, I find myself looking down at his older brother. Lean, long fingers reach for my knees. I have no choice but to suck in a deep breath. His hands trail up my thighs. The movement is slow and deliberate, also maddeningly soft. Malachi HawkThorne knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Every inch he touches sends a spark higher up my spine. The little hairs on my skin stand erect at his touch, even my skin’s begging for him to keep going. “We were going to wait,” he says, smiling at me. “We had a special occasion planned out and everything.” “I don’t want to.” He cocks his right brow in amusement. Fuck. I just said that out loud, didn’t I? And it comes out as a whimper, more than a statement. How can I utter any reasonable words when Ronan’s thumb gently brushes over my right nipple. I catch my lower lip between my teeth, trying to silence the needy sound rising in my throat. “Does it turn you on, kitten? Knowing we’ll kill for you.” Ronan’s lips suck in the skin of my neck while his huge palm squeezes my breast. Hard. A loud moan tips through my throat. It leaves my cheeks hot and red knowing I was loud as fuck, and they heard it. Ronan chuckles. It’s a dark, heavy sound that makes me want to turn around and kiss him silly, make him moan with that breathy, nerdy voice against my lips. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You want to know how good we’ll look with blood on our hands, knowing it’s for you.” God help me, he’s right. The thought should scare me—blood on their hands, and violence done in my name. But it doesn’t. Not really. It makes my pulse race, but not from fear. It’s a deeper, darker, kind of desire. So unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I shouldn’t want them this much. I shouldn’t want them at all. Kevin and Julian have warned me. But they don’t know them like I do. “I’m not—oh.” I stop speaking when Ronan traps my nipple between two fingers and rolls it with a slow, smooth rhythm. They’re taking their sweet time with me. “Do you want to see? Do you want to see how much you drive us insane?” Yes. Yes I fucking do. It’s been so long since I felt like this. No one else has ever made me feel like this. I nod my head, but Ronan pinches my nipple harder. A single drop of tear rushes down my eyes. “Words, kitten,” his breathing is heavy against my back. “Use your fucking words.” “Yes!” I all but cry out. “Show me. Show me how far you can go.” I turn to stare at those blue electric orbs of his. I don’t know what possesses me, but my chest rises and falls in ragged breaths. “I’ve waited so long for this, daddies. Don’t hold back.” Malachi’s throaty laugh makes me look down at him. He wears his signature grin on his face. I swallow hard. He looks so hot on his knees in front of me. I watch in silence as he reaches for the button of my jean shorts and takes it off, leaving kisses down the trail of my thighs. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. He’s on his knees, and I swear the world tilts with how good that looks—how good he looks with his dark eyes and sinful lips against my skin. My thighs are already shaking and he’s barely touched me. Every kiss he leaves down my leg steals another piece of me, pulls another breath from my lungs. It’s too much. They’re too much. I want to pull them closer and push them away all at once, just to save myself from falling apart too soon.