Page 167 of Scrum Heat

I swallow thickly. “Yeah.”

“You sure you can take all of us, sweetheart?”

Behind him, Finn laughs—low, reverent, filthy. “She can. Look at her.”

“She’sdripping,” Theo murmurs, fingers gliding along my inner thigh. “Fuck, she was made for this.”

Rory’s behind me, one hand braced at the nape of my neck, the other stroking my hair back as he leans down to kiss the side of my face.

“You’re okay?” he asks softly.

“I’m perfect,” I breathe. “More than.”

Jax says nothing, but I can feel him standing close, his presence like heat and thunder. When his fingers brush along my ribs, I shiver.

“She’s shaking,” Theo smirks.

“She’sexcited,” Finn replies, already stripping off his shirt. “She’s about to be worshipped.”

Theo leans in, mouth ghosting over my inner thigh. “Then we better get started.”

I moan as his tongue slides over my cunt—slow, possessive, and totallyclaiming. Rory’s mouth is at my neck, Finn’s hand on my breast, and Jax’s fingers grip my hip like he’s barely holding himself back.

It’s too much, and it’s not enough.

“Please,” I gasp.

“Which one of us are you begging for?” Theo asks, mouth slick, voice wrecked and grinning. “Because we’re all right here, baby.”

“Allof you,” I groan.

Theo moans low in his throat and dives back in, his tongue dragging up my slit with obscene precision. He licks like he means to ruin me for every other touch. His grip on my thighs is firm and unrelenting, his thick fingers flexing as I arch, as I whimper, as I melt against the table.

He’s not gentle, he’sdevoted.

Behind him, Finn’s breath stutters. I feel him—heat and reverence and tension—all coiled tight. His hips press forward against the edge of the table, and he groans softly.

“She’s shaking,” Theo growls, glancing up, lips glistening with my slick. His voice is deeper now. “She needsmore.”

“She needs all of us,” Finn murmurs, leaning in—his lips finding mine, soft and reverent anddesperate.The kiss is wet, messy, full of need. His tongue strokes mine with perfect rhythm, and my clit pulses in response to the synchronicity—the give and take of his kiss and Theo’s mouth between my legs.

Rory is at my side, grounding me with that heavy, steady presence I’ve come to crave. One hand cradles my cheek, the other stroking slowly through my hair as he leans close.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he says, calm and commanding. “You’re taking it all.”

The praise undoes me.

I moan into Finn’s kiss, overwhelmed and undone, then come Jax’s hands—strong and sure and devastating. He’s still fullydressed, his presence the calm in the storm. He runs his palms down my sides, calloused and careful, anchoring me back to my body. “She’s ready,” he says, voice low and quiet, like the eye of the hurricane.

I whimper into Finn’s kiss, overwhelmed and undone, then come Jax’s hands—strong and sure and devastating. The air shifts with his weight as he leans over the table and murmurs, “Hold still, baby.”

Big hands slide down the outside of my thighs, spreading me open with effortless strength. His palms press firm against the backs of my knees as he bends me wider, hips braced, my cunt fully exposed for Theo.

Theo growls. It’s asound—deep, possessive, pure alpha hunger.

“Fuckingperfect,” he groans, and then he dives in.

His tongue is relentless—licking, sucking, curling inside me with precision that borders on divine. His fingers slip into the space Jax’s hands have made, spreading me out, keeping me open. Slick, filthy sounds fill the room, and I’m right on the edge of losing what little composure I had left.

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