Page 117 of Baseball and Shifters
I move to the bed first, kneeling beside her. “You sure about this, Shadow Girl?”
She leans in, pressing her forehead to mine. “With you? With all of you? I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
My hand slides down her arm, fingers tangling with hers. “Then tell us what you want.”
Her gaze flickers over each of us. Derrick leaning against the footboard, Lucas sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing circles into her calf, Bas trailing kisses along the curve of her shoulder.
Rachel speaks softly, voice thick with anticipation.
“I want all of you. No holding back. Just skin and breath and us.”
A low growl rumbles from Derrick’s chest as he crosses the bed. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
Lucas is still at the edge of the bed, gently kneading her calf with one hand. His gaze is soft, adoring. “You look like a dream, Moonbeam.”
Rachel bites her bottom lip, but it can’t hide her smile. “Then stop looking and touch me.”
Lucas leans forward, trailing slow kisses from her ankle to her knee. Rachel shivers and hums as her eyes flutter shut.
Bas moves next, shifting behind her on the bed, letting her settle between his legs. His hands splay over her waist, gliding up the curve of her spine. Thumbs dipping just beneath the sides of her breasts as he adjusts her against him. He bends to kiss the top of her shoulder, then the nape of her neck and she moans softly in response.
“Fates,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You sound like heaven, Firefly.”
“I need you,” she breathes, arching subtly into his hands. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Oh, we won’t,” I say, finally climbing up to her other side. “But hearing you try would ruin me.”
She turns to me, eyes glowing with affection and hunger. I kiss her slowly savoring the taste of every moment. Her mouth opens to me with a sigh and my world narrows to the way she feels against me, the weight of her hand in my hair.
When we part, her lips are swollen. “Liam,” she whispers, voice like silk. “Please.”
That single word is enough to unravel me.
I trail my fingers over her thigh and up to her hip, brushing the curve of her waist.
On her other side, Derrick lowers himself beside her, his hand brushing the back of her neck before moving to cradle her jaw. “Look at me.”
She does. And Derrick kisses her like he’s been starving. Not rough. Not rushed. But full of fire, his thumb sweeping along her cheek as he tilts her head and deepens the kiss.
Bas kisses the back of her neck at the same time, and she moans into Derrick’s mouth.
Lucas, meanwhile, is trailing higher, his lips brushing over the inside of her thigh.
“Can I?” he asks against her skin.
Rachel nods, breathless, body already trembling. “Yes… yes.”
Rachel’s body arches beneath our hands, a perfect blend of fire and surrender. There’s no rush. We aren’t fumbling through this like desperate teens. We take our time, each of us contributing something different.
Bas teases her with slow kisses down her neck and shoulders, hands gliding along her sides. Lucas is still between her legs,worshipping her like she’s the only thing that exists. The sounds she makes, soft gasps, needy whimpers, sends heat crashing through all of us.
Our pack bond glowing bright in my chest. In this moment, I can feel all of my pack mates through the bond. Our shared desire only intensifying my own.
Derrick and I move in sync. I cradle her face and kiss her deep, our tongues tangling slow and molten. Derrick presses kisses down her arms, hands firm on her waist, grounding her.
Her fingers roam wildly, gripping Lucas’s hair, clawing at Bas’s shoulders, fisting the sheets as I deepen our kiss. She’s overwhelmed, like a live wire, drunk on sensation and the power of having all four of us wrapped around her.
Lucas groans from between her thighs, voice raw. “She tastes like victory and sunshine.”
