Page 92 of Shattered Jewel

The intoxicating concoction of their combined scent hits me; the musky aroma of Kaspian’s arousal mixing with Elara’s sweet cunt. It’s enough to drive me to my knees.

Wilder moves to her other side, his hands trailing up her thigh and towards her breasts that are bouncing with each powerful plunge Kaspian delivers, the necklace pooling at her collarbone, face down, as if even it has accepted defeat when faced with our intent. He traces the outline of her breasts, then pinches her nipples until they stand swollen and erect.

The silent agreement passing between us needs no words. We’ll take care of our woman.

Together. As it’s meant to be.

I want her. We all want her.

Her cries grow louder, more frantic as Kaspian applies more pressure on her sweet spot. My fingers find their way to her clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Cav gets on the bed, straddling her face.

She cums violently, a loud scream tearing from her throat as wave after wave of rapture courses through her, Cav positioning the tip of his cock so it pulls down her lower lip as she shouts.

Every man in the room groans at that goddamned perfect sight.

The image of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, my own release spilling onto the floor below.

With one last shudder, her body goes slack, her heavy breaths the only sound in the room. She gazes up at Cav with awe and something deeper, brushing a stray hair from his forehead before turning her attention to the rest of us.

Elara lies in the center, a masterpiece, flushed and spent.

“Your shirts,” she says breathlessly to me and Cav. “Take them off.”

Cav and I tense, exchanging similar looks of resistance.

To bare our scars in such an intimate, personal setting … well, now I have a partner in that, as terrible as it is. Cav, once as perfect as Kaspian and Wilder, and where I was once a perfect, trained, muscular specimen like the three of them, is now asked to expose his deformity, his descent from flawlessness, to this gorgeous, unblemished girl.

Then again, Elara isn’t like any other woman we’ve met. And besides, she’s seen our scars. In fact, she’s seen all of us—the good and the bad, the highs and lows. We’ve been laid bare before her.

With my lips tight, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. The air of the room hits the raw skin of my fresh scars, causing a tremor that has nothing to do with the beautiful woman in front of me. Still straddling her, Cav does the same, his usually confident gaze faltering when he meets Elara’s eyes as he loosens his bandages and they fall away.

Yet, there is no disgust in her eyes as she takes us in. She doesn’t flinch away from our mutilated bodies. On the contrary, she reaches out to trace her fingers along the jagged lines marring our muscles. Her touch is soft as she maps out our flaws with a care that makes something inside me tighten.

Then she smiles that radiant smile of hers, reaching up to trace the raised outline of one of my more prominent scars with her delicate caress. The touch sends shivers down my spine and stirs something akin to possessiveness within me.

Kaspian slides off the bed to give room for me to come closer. He crosses his arms over his chest, a move that on anyone else might look defensive. But on Kaspian... it’s got this raw masculine appeal that leaves no doubt he considers Elara his as well.

I reach out to cup her face, my thumb tracing her swollen lips before pulling her into a deep kiss that makes her gasp. I salty taste of Cav’s precum on her tongue sends another jolt of arousal between us.

When I lean back, Cav takes advantage of her open mouth and slips his dick inside. A soft mewl escapes from her throat and it’s echoed by a deep groan from Cav.

Wilder pulls away from the bed long enough to slam the door shut, then prowls closer and kneels between her thighs and dips his head to suck on her pussy. Elara’s cry is muffled by Cav pushing himself to the hilt inside her mouth.

When Kaspian goes for her breasts, I immediately get hard again. I could watch them pleasure her all night, but then I remember that I’m part of this, too.

I can touch and taste and have my own piece of Elara.

So that’s exactly what I do.

I reach for her, my fingers slipping inside her pussy while Wilder’s tongue swirls, pressing against her wet folds.

She’s so slick, so ready that it takes a lot of control not to lose myself right there and then.

But instead, I take my turn, pushing into her warmth with a gratifying sigh. The men around me add their own touches, their own caresses until Elara is a writhing mess beneath us.

The sight of her coming apart under our hands, under our bodies, is a heady one. Her cries grow louder, more desperate as she gets closer to another climax.

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