Page 156 of Shattered Jewel

Her taste is sweet, tangy, and mixes with the blood on my face, our bodies. Wilder’s hand trails down her front, tracing a path over her top, then her shorts. She visibly shudders, as both Wilder and I find that tender spot beneath each of her earlobes as our hands continue to explore.

I tighten my grip on Elara’s waist, pulling her closer until there’s no more room between us—until she’s consumed by us.

Wilder hooks the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing my butterfly finally out of her cocoon. It’s then I notice the bite marks, one on her chest, and one on her shoulder, and I recognize the patterns immediately.

Axe. Kaspian.

We all are laying claim to her.

Wilder cups both her bare breasts, drawing circles around her nipples before capturing and pinching them. Elara moans, arching her back while her nails dig into my shoulders.

My name is a tattered gasp against her lips. I release her mouth and Wilder takes over, his tongue sweeping in as he teases her breasts.

The thought of Wilder tasting me on her lips makes my erection form a heartbeat. I trail my fingers down her stomach, dipping under the waistband of her shorts.

Elara squirms as my digits discover just how ready she is for us.

“Cav,” she moans, turning away from Wilder’s kiss only to have him latch onto her pulse point with a low growl. The sight of his teeth grazing against her skin ignites an insatiable hunger, spurring me on.

My thumb strokes over her swollen nub, drawing a strangled cry from her as I push down her shorts. Elara’s bare underneath and so damn wet, it makes my head spin.

Wilder lifts Elara onto the coffee table, scattering whatever drinks, bottles, and first aid items lay there. He parts her thighs wide, settling between them. His eyes find mine over her writhing form and an unspoken understanding passes between us as we take in the sight of Elara—our woman—spread for us.

Wilder dips his head to kiss down her stomach and Elara arches upward with a low cry. Her fingers tangle in his hair while I lean forward and maintain my rhythm on our butterfly’s most sensitive spot. His tongue circles around my ministrations, swirling through her folds, drinking all of her.

My cock throbs, begging for a turn with this beautiful creature. As if reading my mind, Wilder looks up over her pussy and smirks before standing and guiding Elara to her feet.

I take the lead, returning to the armchair and pulling out my cock while Wilder helps Elara position herself to straddle my lap. She gasps when she feels my hard length pressing against her wet entrance and without any hesitation, I give into my greed.

Elara cries out when I bury myself inside her but moves in sync with me, just as ravenous, her tits bouncing.

And then there’s the sight of Wilder behind her, his hand on himself, watching us ferociously.

“I want in,” Wilder grinds out, his meaning sending a shudder through Elara’s body that I feel deep within her.

He drops his pants and steps forward, positioning himself at her back entrance.

Elara sucks in a breath as I pause and she feels Wilder pressing against her, but doesn’t protest, instead spreading her legs further apart for him.

I get to witness Elara’s eyes widen when Wilder breaks through, stretching her in ways she’s never felt before. But she takes him all, moaning in pleasure while wincing with the sharp, sudden pain.

Every nerve is alight within me, because I feel him coming close to me inside her, and I have a front row seat on what we’re doing to her.

Slowly, Wilder’s buried as deep as I am. He sets a torturous pace, slowly pulling out and pushing in while I thrust up with increasing urgency.

Wilder’s strong hands grip her hips, guiding her movements, matching mine. His head falls back, his eyes closed tight as he mutters something unintelligible under his breath. I wrap my hands around Elara’s waist, holding her tightly as I increase the pace. Each thrust gets harder, deeper.

Elara tenses, her breath catching. She’s close.

Wilder and I share a knowing glance: we won’t last much longer either—how can we when the woman between us drives us to insanity? Her eyes flutter shut and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. But there’s no way in hell I’m letting her silence herself.

“Let go, butterfly,” I tell her. “We want to hear you.”

Wilder rumbles his agreement from behind, lowering to swoop her hair to one side and place a kiss on the back of her neck.

The tenderness in the act makes me realize how much things have changed between us—how we care for her like she does for us.

And only her.

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