Page 33 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

“Such a good girl,” Hendrix whispers.

Dominic’s fingers flex against where he’s gripping my hips. And then he’s pulling free of my pussy. I can feel Wolfe’s gush from me. I don’t get the chance to think about it too long because then he’s at my ass and pressing inside of me slow and steady.

“Fuck,” the word comes out as a guttural moan, and I give more of my weight to Hendrix. I know he won’t let me fall.

None of them will.

Wolfe’s hands reach underneath my body and cup my tits, pulling and twisting my nipples. Being connected to all three of my men, having their intent focus directed at me, has so many emotions threatening to pull me under.

Will I ever be the same again? Do I want to be?

The wall that has kept me closed off and distant from everything that could hurt me, a wall I’ve been reinforcing over and over again for the last ten years, collapses. Tears stream down my cheeks while Dominic fills me and curls over my back, sheltering me and giving me his strength right along with his power.

I feel every breath he takes, and I find my own slowing to match him. We breathe together, and I don’t think we’re alone, but it’s a distant thought.

All I can focus on is the feeling of Dominic filling my ass, Hendrix’s strength, and the gentle touch Wolfe gives to remind me that I’m safe. Their touches are all different, but I can feel the love within them.

It’s heady.

It makes no fucking sense.

I never want to give it up.

Dominic’s movements are measured right up until I clench my ass around his length when I’m stuffed full of him. I feel the rumble of his growl against my back and then he’s fucking me harder and faster.

“Yes,” the words on my lips becomes a prayer, a chant, a fucking plea.

“Mine. Ours,” Dominic snarls, his claim clear.

It is echoed around me by my men. They are one and they’ve pulled me into their orbit.

I’m not sure that I ever stood a chance and I’m not sure what I can offer them, but none of that matters right now. Not as Wolfe’s hand slides down my body and pinches my clit and I scream their names to the heavens and my body jerks.

My orgasm goes on and on and I think I might go blind and deaf for a moment. The only thing that pulls me back is the feeling of Dominic filling my ass with his cum.

It’s messy.

It’s dirty as fuck,

I wouldn’t want it any other way. As I gasp for breath, I relax against Hendrix, trusting them to take care of me. Trusting them to love me.

There’s no telling what the future will hold for us, not really, but their claim is clear. It’s written all over my skin and I know I’ll never be the same again.

CHAPTER 14

DOMINIC

After spending the day investigating more warehouses, the only thing I want to do is see Kirby. The only good thing about checking for dubious activity today is that I wasn’t doing it alone. I had Hendrix with me and we were able to cover a lot more ground because of it. Still, though, we didn’t find anything.

“Mikhail is going to go underground a little bit now that we pulled his dealer off the street,” I grumble. “He won’t pop back up right now because he doesn’t know what information his little rat spilled.”

Hendrix chuckles. “I don’t know how he’s been able to make as many waves as he has considering the shit men he has working under him.”

“Fear,” I grunt.

All I get in response is a hum of agreement. Hendrix’s phone ringing breaks the silence around us as we head back to the townhouse. Fuck, I want to see Kirby so damn much.

The memory of chasing her only a few nights ago and then spending as much time as possible with her while getting to know her for the last few days has me feeling settled in a way I’m not used to. Kirby has opened up to us more about what she’sbeen up to over the last ten years. We’ve traveled to a lot of the same places, at different times, and it was interesting to get a different view of a location but through her eyes.

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