Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Theirs.
One.
Her heartbeat synchronized with theirs until she couldn’t tell where she ended and they began.
“Look at us,” Stone commanded, his voice rough with restraint. “Keep your eyes open. We want to see you, all of you.”
She obeyed, meeting each of their gazes in turn, finding different gifts in each stare. In Stone’s pale eyes, she saw possession and something more profound. Love, fierce and protective as winter storms. In Hunter’s dark gaze, she found acceptance and hunger that matched her own. And in Ash’s ice-blue eyes, she discovered home, a safe haven wrapped in passion.
They moved together like they’d been born to pleasure her in precisely this way. Her heart ached with joy. The perfection of their claiming was unmatched.
Their rhythm harmonized with her desires, each moan a song in ecstasy. When one withdrew, another pressed forward. When the intensity threatened to overwhelm her, they eased back. When she needed more, they gave it without request.
“This is what you were made for,” Hunter growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks that would remind her of this moment for days. “This is where you belong, Lisichka.”
“With us,” Stone added, his thumb tracing the column of her throat as she worked to accommodate him, reminding her of the diamond collar now locked around her neck. “Always with us.”
“Ours,” Ash finished, pressing deeper until she gasped around Stone’s length.
The pleasure became so intense her mind seemed to float outside her own body.
“Completely and forever ours.”
Their words broke something inside her, the last wall falling away as she surrendered completely, giving them everything they asked for and more. Her body, her heart, her very soul offered up like a sacrifice on an altar, built from trust and desire.
When the final climax hit, it was a crescendo of sensation that erased the past and made room for a future filled with abundance and joy. She shattered and reformed like glass. Stronger. More confident. And absolutely certain she belonged with them.
They held her afterward, their bodies forming a protective cage around her as she trembled through endless aftershocks. Stone stroked her hair, murmuring words of praise in Russian that sounded like poetry even though she couldn’t understand them.
Ash’s hand traced soothing patterns on her skin, tracing where the brand would go.
Hunter stared into her eyes. “Do you know how perfect you are to us?” he whispered. “We’re so proud of you, of how you’ve exceeded our highest expectations.”
She kissed his scarred fingers, nuzzling against his palm. “You’ve opened my eyes to a life I never could have imagined on my own.”
“We knew, the moment we saw you, that we couldn’t let you go.”
“And here you are,” Ash added. “Ours forever.”
“How do you feel?” Stone asked, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it.
She rolled to her back so she could see his eyes. “Relaxed.”
“Good.”
Ash quietly left the bed and returned with a medical kit, his movements careful and precise. The sight of the syringe made her tense involuntarily, but Stone’s hand found hers and squeezed. His sturdy grip grounded her.
“Just lidocaine,” Ash explained, showing her the vial. “We’ll numb the area completely first. You’ll feel pressure, heat, but the worst of the pain will be manageable.”
She nodded, watching as he prepared the injection with the same meticulous care he brought to everything. She sat up so they could clean her shoulder with an alcohol swab, then she looked forward into Hunter’s eyes, careful not to gasp as the needle slipped beneath her skin.
“That’s one.”
“How many are there?”
“Four.”
She swallowed back another hiss as another syringe emptied into her. Ash worked around her right shoulder blade, each injection spreading blessed numbness through the area. By the time he placed the last injection, she felt nothing at all.
“Can you feel this?” Hunter asked, tracing a finger down her back.
“No.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
Stone appeared holding a strip of soft leather. “For your protection. Something to bite into.”
Her gaze dropped to the strap, memories of Whitmore flashing to the forefront of her mind. She didn’t want to bring that ugliness into this beautiful moment, but there it was. A part of her.
“Give her a minute,” Hunter said, sensing her hesitation.
She gave the trauma the space it deserved, recalling how the doctors and orderlies had to wrestle her down and force her submission. But there was no force here. She remembered them shoving that rubber mouthguard between her teeth and tightening straps to her head. But she was completely unbound now. Free.
She looked back to Stone. “I’m ready now.”
“Open.”
The leather was butter-soft, nothing like the hard rubber that tasted of fear and chemicals. She breathed in the natural, wild scent, reminding her of many toys he’d used on her before. She clung to those memories, those moments of pleasure she controlled as much as him, and the images of her body bowing on a table, electricity coursing through her skull without her consent faded away.