chapter 77

Sable

As if all the men have read the thoughts in my head—or the hungry expression on my face—they all move at once.

Four massive, muscled bodies join me on the bed, making the wooden frame creak a little. They surround me on all sides, and four pairs of hands begin to touch me. Four hot mouths brush over my skin. Four voices let out satisfied groans of pleasure.

Holy shit.

I thought I might be prepared for what this feels like. After all, we’ve done something like this before, so this part isn’t entirely new. But just like my kiss with Dare was better than our first kiss, this is better than that night at the cabin.

Because these men are mine.

That word, so simple yet so full of meaning, reverberates in every touch, every kiss.

They’re claiming me.

Giving themselves to me.

Consummating the bond between us.

My eyelids droop as red hot pleasure charges through me. Someone is between my legs, kissing a line up the curve of my ankle. Someone else has their lips wrapped around my nipple,