Page 84 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

As soon as Declan closes his lips around Emerson’s fingers, his eyes flutter closed. Even though Cy has added his fingers along with his mouth, my body still clenches with relentless need. They could each fuck me and fill me, and I still feel like it would never be enough. I need everything from them.

“Get the lube,” Cy says with a strained voice. “Our girl needs more.”

I whimper at his words, loving how well he knows me. Nothing is better than the way these three can read my mind just by the slightest cues. I take the opportunity to sit back in Declan’s lap and watch as Emerson pulls his fingers from Declan’s mouth with a pop.

Fuck.

That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. I lean forward and kiss him, obsessed with the faint taste of myself and Emerson on his tongue. My hands move down his body and pull at the hem of his shirt, which he quickly tugs over his head. I continue my exploration down to the bulge in his joggers.

He lifts his hips as I slide my hand inside his pants and push them down his thighs. His hard cock bobs free between us. I hold his gaze as I slide down his length, luxuriating in the worshipful way his lips part while he watches me take my pleasure. A deep, feral moan reverberates through his chest as I rock my hips forward. My lips part as my clit grinds against his pelvis at this angle.

I grip his shoulders as I move faster and faster, a primal need in my body taking over. Sparks fly around us as our lips clash against each other. His need joins mine as we chase our release together. I cry out his name against his lips as he circles my clit with his thumb. The hardened nub pulses with each rapid beat of my heart.

He switches out position, laying down on his back on the couch and as soon as I feel lube running between my cheeks I know why. I angle my hips to make it easier for Cy and am rewarded with a sexy growl from Declan, his fingers speeding up on my clit as my pussy clamps around his length.

“Relax for me,asteraki mu,”Cy says quietly into my ear. “I’m going to push inside of you.”

I nod, never looking away from Declan as Cy slides a finger in my ass, then two. He scissors them back and forth, gently stretching me. Declan holds me still as Cy notches his crown through the tight ring of muscle.

“You good?” He lifts his hand to my cheek, his emerald eyes searching mine as I wince.

“Yes.” It’s painful, but the good kind of pain. The kind that will linger for a while and remind you of all the delicious ways you were fucked. “Oh god,” I whimper once he’s all the way in.

“Fuck.” Cy breathes hard behind me. “Damn you feel good.”

“So do you.” My body clenches around both of them.

They both moan as they begin to rock in and out of me in perfect harmony. Every stroke ignites a new part of me, sending pleasure exploding in my veins. I look up and lock eyes with Emerson, who’s stroking his cock right beside me.

Our eyes meet as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out in invitation. He runs his fingers through my hair and runs the tip of his dick over my tongue and lips. Cy and Declan speed their tempo, grunts accompanying each thrust now. The first wave of my orgasm crashes over me just as Emerson hits the back of my throat. I gag but recover with a deep moan.

Cy jerks inside me, coming with a throaty moan. He pulls out as soon as he empties inside me, before the final tremors of my own orgasm subside. Cy pulling out allows Emerson to begin to fuck my face. The visuals prove too much for Declan as he presses himself so deep inside me as he releases long, hot ropes of cum. His fingers dive into my hair opposite of Emerson’s, holding me immobile as he fucks my mouth until he surges inside of me, shooting his cum right down my throat. His abs contract powerfully throughout his orgasm, everything about all three of them is so fucking sexy.

Emerson lifts me into his arms, no small feat as my body is completely limp with satisfaction and carries me upstairs. He brings me right into the bathroom, setting me on the toilet with directions to go while he finds towels for us. I finish just as he comes back in with towels from the dryer.

He gets the water heated up and then helps me into the shower. My chest feels like it could burst as he tends to me, washing my hair and then slathering it with conditioner. Heeven twists it up into the claw clip I use while I leave it in and wash my body.

“I love you,” I blurt as he works my body wash into a lather on my body brush.

He stops and looks at me, his cheeks flushed. “I love you, too, Harper.”

I wrap my arms around him and tilt my face up toward his. He looks down at me with an expression of adoration so pure it makes my eyes sting. The kiss we share is intimately tender, a promise between us for the future.

After our shower we find Cy and Declan in bed waiting for us. As I snuggle in between the three of them, I know I’m right where I need to be and soon the last piece of my heart will be here with us, too.

Epilogue

BANKS

One year later

Moving into Declan’s house was surprisingly easy. Harper made her room into our room, giving me closet space and half the dresser drawers. I sleep in here every night while Harper tends to rotate around. My absolute favorite part of this, though, is the fact that no matter which pillow she lays her head on, my ring is still sitting on her finger.

After everything calmed down, we decided to wait until after we graduate to get married. The guys are just as involved in the planning as we are. The only thing we’ve settled on is having the ceremony in the cypress forest where the old church ruins are. Harper is set on a woodland fairy theme.

None of us will ever tell her no.

“What are you doing?” She flops down beside me on the bed, her dark hair fanning over my arm.

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