Seth agreed. Tonight felt nothing like the time he and Liam had sandwiched some forgettable sub between them and had a thoroughly awkward screw. Why did this feel so much righter? The answer dredged up implications he couldn’t ignore.
“Christ, yes,” Seth snarled, fucking her even harder than the stroke before. “I want more.”
She bit her lip and sent him another stare. “Good. I love you both inside me.”
Then she was milking them—deliberately or not—with a fiery hunger that made him feel wild and ready to crawl out of his skin. He fought impatience. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed to stop inciting him. She needed to stop turning him on so much that she turned him inside out.
Suddenly, she arched and let out a long-suffering wail as she thrashed between them, clutching them both in a crushing, pulsing grip. “I’m… Oh… Coming!”
Heavenly’s cries sliced through him as she bucked and shuddered. Seth closed his eyes, threw back his head, and gritted his teeth for restraint, fucking her through her orgasm with abandon.
She was euphoria, rapture—everything he hadn’t dared to dream possible.
She was stripping his soul bare.
She was stealing his fucking heart.
For a fleeting moment, he locked eyes with Beck, wondering if he, too, felt the magnitude of their connection. A tear chased its way down the side of the man’s face, disappearing into his hairline, and Seth had his answer.
“I know, man.” He nodded in mutual understanding. Beck had been nothing but a thorn in his side for months. Now, they were inexplicably tied together by this woman who had sideswiped his defenses and captured him, body and soul. “Same for me.”
No denying anymore that he was in love with Heavenly. They both were…and probably had been for a while. The realization was exhilarating…and terrifying. She had the power to hurt him—something he hadn’t given any woman in eight long years. But then, no one else had managed to get under his skin. He didn’t know how or when or why this one was different. All he knew for certain was that she belonged to them.
Neither man had wanted or planned to share Heavenly. But Seth didn’t doubt this was how their relationship was meant to be. True, they might have stripped the choice from her. But in return, they’d chosen what would be best for them all.
As Heavenly continued to tremble and whimper, Beck thrust deep inside her. “Again.”
Seth increased his tempo as he plucked her nipples and nipped at her neck. “Give it to us.”
Heavenly withheld nothing as she shared their rhythm, sucking them in deeper than ever, a chorus of moans, grunts, and sighs melding around them.
“C’mon. I want your hot pussy melting all over my dick, little girl.”
“I-I can’t hold back. It’s…too…much. I-I…need…” Her desperate words rang between them, a perfect searing plea that sent goose bumps rippling across Seth’s skin and need shuttling straight to his cock.
His balls drew up tight and hard. “I can’t hold back, either.”
“Fuck. I’m losing it, too,” Beck growled.
The man thrust up harder, his balls slapping with Seth’s as he shoved inside her.
Heavenly went wild. Her screams became high-pitched howls. The tension straining and flowing between them pulsed like a living thing, setting Seth’s every cell on fire. He clenched his jaw as the pleasure from her rippling, clutching tunnel, threatened to unravel him. Every muscle strained as he soared to the peak and detonated into a fucking million pieces with a mighty growl.
Heavenly followed him, screaming and clamping down around their cocks like a goddamn irresistible vise.
Beck’s throaty roar and jerky thrusts said he’d followed them over.
Their mirrored shouts of ecstasy bounced around the room, lodged into both strong and soft flesh as they curled and clung together and rode out the storm.
When he came down from the euphoria, a whole pile of oh, shit should have been waiting for him. He was in love? Willing to engage in a long-term ménage? Yep. And weirdly, the realizations brought him nothing but peace. His earthly angel was everything. He and Beck were better men with her. Sure, nothing was perfect. They still had challenges—mostly her father and her promise to the dying man. But for the first time in what felt like forever, he was willing to go to the mat and do whatever it took to hold them together.
Heavenly sighed in sublime, exhausted satisfaction. Seth pressed his lips to her shoulder, running his thumb over the slightly tender spot where he’d bitten her. Inspecting it? Beck cupped her face and looked into her eyes, his so dark and solemn. So full of gravity. So full of something that looked like love.
Her heart skipped and stuttered. “Beck?”
“Happy, little girl?”
A smile stretched across her face, wider than any she’d ever had, seeming to reach both ears. “I didn’t know I could feel that good. I didn’t even know what to want or hope my first time would be like, but you two gave it to me. It was perfect.”
“I don’t ever want you to regret giving your innocence to me.” He nodded up at Seth. “To us.”
“Impossible.”
She dropped her head and kissed him, reveling in the fact that after long months of waiting and wondering, after everything they’d been through together, she was free to press her lips to his. That she could feel him still firm and filling her. Surrounding her.
Same with Seth. With a parting buss for Beck, she turned to meet his stare over her shoulder. She was used to seeing charming Seth, wry Seth, aroused Seth. This was the first time she could remember seeing just Seth—the man underneath. Nothing about his stare now was flirty or witty or excited. That look told her everything had changed, not only for him but for them all.
She felt that in her heart, too. It had been weeks since she acknowledged the girlish love she felt for them. Tonight, that love felt a lot less innocent and a lot more mature. Not strictly because they’d
