Page 47 of The World Undone

Eli flung his sweatpants down, his cock springing free, eager and ready—the tip already wet and sticky with cum.

“Can you take us both, Max?” Atlas asked, the sentence a low growl against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, his dick thick and already coated with me as it slid between my thighs from behind.

I nodded, mouth watering as Eli kneeled in front of me, eyes wild with need.

When I took him into my mouth, groaning around the taste of him, Atlas filled me.

Fucking hell they felt good.

My mouth pumped around Eli with the same punishing pace of Atlas’s thrusts—our bodies coiled together, a mess of limbs and sweat, and a boiling desire that I couldn’t wrap my mind around.

The bonds were blown open again, and every touch was magnified, electric, every breath or grunt that feathered across my neck as arousing as Atlas’s fingers on my clit.

Eli’s hands wrapped in my hair, holding the wet strands out of my face as he watched me take him in my mouth, reverence and lust mapped out in equal strokes across his expression as he pumped into me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His body tensed, straining as he tried to hold back, to hold onto control for as long as possible. But when Atlas thrust deeper, and I moaned around his dick, his composure snapped. “Fuck, I’m going to come. This is too much.”

I took him deeper, moaning, chasing my own orgasm, wanting it seasoned with the taste of his.

Atlas’s fingers circled my clit, the pressure mounting—too much, too much, too much.

My fingers could only hold onto the edge of the cliff for so long.

When he grunted against my ear, the only sign of him struggling to hold on too, I lost it.

I saw stars, my ears ringing as the orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave, both of them filling me as they followed me over.

Atlas collapsed against my back, his knees weak, unable to hold him. I did the same against Eli.

We adjusted until I was sandwiched between them, Atlas spooning me from behind as I rested my head on Eli’s chest.

I felt our heartbeat pulse through us as one, our skin heated and caked in sweat, both of them stroking my arm, my thigh, their touch and nearness like a balm, until I was lulled under the temporary promise that everything was okay—at least for now.

10

WADE

“How are you here?”

I turned to the voice and did a double take.

“Serae?”

My aunt.

As usual, she exuded power, her hair in box braids, with gold beadwork that brought out the natural glow of her skin.

But while she always seemed powerful, in control, today there was something off—almost unraveled about her. Her posture was slightly rigid, poised for attack as her eyes darted to me, then around the dark room, searching for answers to questions I wasn’t privy to.

The room we were in wasn’t familiar to me, nor was it particularly opulent as our dream-walking meetings often were. She was fond of style, but this room was plain, decidedly lacking.

“I don’t,” I took a step closer to her, tension rubbing off on me as I searched for a door, a window, a place of weakness open for attack. “I don’t know.”

I didn’t even remember sleeping, to be honest. I’d left the cabin, practically drunk on the power flaring through the group. It was too much for me to handle, the lust of them all magnified and vibrating against me as if it was my own—I needed to leave, to breathe.

While I’d grown stronger, better at recognizing and controlling the energy I fed on, something about the strength of it had been too much to resist, to lap up in small doses. So I left out of fear I’d drain them all of it.

Even still, I’d had to go a few miles out. The night was cold, but the heart of their…encounters made it hardly noticeable. I found a dark path through the woods and followed it, trying like hell to keep from running back to them—to her—to feed on them all.

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