Page 139 of Hell and High Water

“Only when you can’t take any more…” Evan’s laugh shudders through me, joined by a soft chuckle from Gavin, purely male and utterly devastating.

I’d laugh with them if I could, but my mind is flooded with ecstasy. I’m fucking drunk on it.

On them.

Reaching back with one hand, down with the other, I pull the both into me again, and they comply so willingly. And that’s how it starts.

Slowly. Deliberately. Deeply.

Then steadily faster.

I slide Evan’s cock in its entirety down my throat right as Gavin drives himself inside me. They match one another stroke for stroke, rolling me in a wave that has me soaring, the room spinning as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh, Hell!” Evan roars first, quickly followed by a cry from Gavin.

“Come for us, Hell. Give us everything.”

All three of our hips roll into an undulating pattern, rocking the entire world around us with every revolution. My hands clutch around, grasping onto Evan’s ass to brace myself, my legs locking around Gavin to keep him where I need him.

I’m going to fucking combust.

The cataclysm starts deep and slow, a rumbling quake like Gavin’s growling moan, then tearing through me like a tectonic crack, sending magma up my spine, blaring like a thousand suns into my brain.

I’ve never imagined anything like this in my life.

It’s all-consuming. There’s nothing but the three of us become one. Over and over again.

The end flares in the distance, the darkness behind my eyelids as I clench them shut, unable to do anything but ride out the torrent of the orgasmic rush barreling toward me.

I grip the two of them harder, taking every inch of each of them over and over again, feeling them join me as we near the summit of our rapture.

I want to tell them to come with me, but I can’t make a sound, my mind melting completely under the onslaught of their efforts.

“Hellena!” I hear them both, in unison, shout, and I’m done.

I soar out into space, into the stars.

Right before tumbling, a shower of meteors plummeting to the ground around me, taking me with them through a deluge of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Somewhere, far off, I feel my arms, my legs, my entire body trembling between them as they both shake, filling me up.

They’re hot, sweet, and delicious.

And I drink it in, every last drop.

This roaring, rushing, rumbling sensation rolls along for what feels like minutes, shivering through me over and again, taking me out to the edge of oblivion and back again. It’s slow to fade, and I feel them start to go slack, Evan pulling me up, Gavin joining us as we collapse to the sheets.

With my last bit of strength, I rest my head on Evan’s chest, reaching back to weakly pull Gavin against my back. This is heaven.

I’m so warm. So drowsy.

And so completely satisfied.

The three of us lie there for minutes, for an hour, dozing in and out. I'm just about to drift off completely when a sound echoes in the doorway. A scuff of a boot, then a scoff of laughter.

Female laughter.

“My God, you were never this daring when we were married, Gavin.” Alaya’s voice rings through the bedroom.

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