Page 74 of Echos and Empires (After #3)

The world blurred completely out of focus, the heat of Chris beneath her, and Emma pressed back, feeling Alex’s firm torso, feeling him close the distance, filling the space that separated them.

His breath was hot against her neck, and his hands traced the contours of her body with familiar insistence, coaxing and commanding at once.

His erection was a heated promise, a steady pressure, and she wanted it, needed it, felt the anticipation of it pulse through her.

Her moan broke against the charged air, a breathless melody that mingled with the white-hot tension.

She arched into them, surrounding Chris, moving against him as his hand wrapped more tightly around her hips, urging her, taking her.

The world beyond them dissolved, faded to nothing but the frantic, fevered beat of need and bodies and breath.

She was so full, so close to coming, and then Alex was there, a perfect, deliberate motion, entering her, completing her.

He filled her, warm and insistent, and the world snapped sharp and glorious into focus, flooding with that exquisite sense of rightness, of bliss, of two becoming three.

She could feel them both, hard and deep and hers, and the sensation was almost too much, too perfect, too impossibly good.

The rhythm caught her, drove her, built inside her, a cresting, wild thing, a blazing harmony that threatened to undo them all.

It was everything she’d missed, everything she’d wanted, and so much more.

Her head fell back against Alex’s shoulder as he fucked her with hard, focused thrusts, and she met Chris’s movements with equal urgency and matched her growing frenzy.

She couldn’t last, couldn’t hold on, already trembling, already gasping.

She heard herself cry out, a raw, desperate sound, wordless and pleading.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, beneath her skin, between her thighs.

“Emma,” Alex groaned, the word an exhalation, a shiver, and she felt the tremor of it echo through her, from her lips to her belly to where they both joined her, to where they both held her.

Her breath came fast, ragged as she broke apart, as she broke open, feeling them, having them, surrounding her, filling her with all she’d missed, all she’d needed.

Emma could barely think, could barely breathe, the weight of them, the feel of them was overwhelming, and everything she wanted.

Chris was everywhere, surrounding her, his presence so immediate, so intense, that nothing else existed.

His breath was harsh in her ear, matching the relentless, pounding rhythm of his hips, each thrust a promise kept, each push a vow fulfilled.

The relief was so sharp, so exquisite, that it bordered on pain, but she took it, welcomed it, drank it in like salvation.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it, how close to breaking she’d been without it, without them.

It was too much and not enough, her mind dizzy with it, her body stretched between the two of them, Chris in her core and Alex her ass, until nothing else mattered, until she shattered, until she came.

Her release tore through her, fast and shattering, and she cried out, not knowing the strange name that pulled from her lips but understanding it was some combination of the two.

They were with her, driving her higher, fucking her through it, relentless and incredible and hers.

She could feel them tense, feel them ready, the slick, glorious friction building, sending her spinning into another breathless climax before they followed.

They came with her, deep and unrestrained, pouring into her, their groans somehow furthering her bliss. The world blacked out at the edges, narrowed to the exquisite feel of them, to the exquisite relief of finally being theirs again.

It was Chris who stopped first, who slipped free from her body and sat back on his heels, guiding her with him, his eyes dark and full and watching every second of her.

She blinked, still trying to find her breath, trying to remember how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything.

Alex was still inside of her, careful now, careful still, pulling away and pulling her to him, her back to his chest as she collapsed against him, too full of feeling to move.

The world blurred again, narrowed to the two of them, then widened to take in the rest, to take in the others.

She was breathless and aware of nothing but the thrum of lust and joy that filled the room.

It had been so long she wasn’t certain if her body could handle more, but just knowing that William and Liam were there, hard and waiting, seemed to bring her back to the thread of need pulsing between her legs.

William stepped in, his touch hesitant at first as he drew his fingers gently over her chin, not a word of complaint in his eyes or on his lips. He’d taken off his clothes at some point, buck naked with his cock jutting free before her.

“Are you sure?” He glanced at her as if he thought she would break. “We don’t need to do anything. We have the rest of our lives.”

But Emma was on fire, need crackling through her, and she answered him without words, slipping from Alex’s embrace and pushing William down onto his back.

She took his cock in her mouth, the taste of him sparking another wave of lust and hunger.

He fit between her lips like he always had, perfectly and with the slightest stretch.

The soft sounds of her lips and the hoarse sounds of his voice blended in the charged air.

His hands came to her shoulders, stopping her, guiding her up and over him.

“Better than Bash,” he ground out with a chuckle, and slowly guided her over his slick, hard dick.

She raised her own hands, bracing them on his chest as he filled her, keeping the control she had over four long months of waiting not only in her own hands this time but within every inch of her body.

Sinking down around his cock, William’s length filled her inch by inch until she met the hard surface of his hips.

Her pulse quickened as she took her time, savoring both the exquisite feel of him and the tight sensation building within her.

The heat of the night and the steady beat of her own desire fueled her motions, every glide down, every rise from his body.

His impatient hands pulled her faster as she rocked over him, as their breath mingled with ragged immediacy.

Each slick movement sent shockwaves through Emma.

She arched back, moving harder, finding their pace as they became a seamless rhythm.

His touch was electric on her skin, his want sparking the wildness she craved after too many months without.

He looked up at her, eyes dark with need, holding something back until he couldn’t anymore.

The force of him pushed into her, and he groaned deep and raw, releasing in a desperate surge that only drove her closer to that perfect edge.

He was shaking beneath her, and she was shaking above him, both of them a mass of trembling, shivering limbs, clutching and holding and gasping in the charged, lust-thick air.

The others were there, she knew, watching, waiting, but for a moment, for that wild, insane moment, she didn’t care, couldn’t care.

All that mattered was William and his sweet, sweet insistence that he wouldn’t hurt her, and the way she took him, the way she matched his need with hers, the way she had them all and wanted them all, wanted him, so fucking much that it consumed her, engulfed her, and drove her wild as his fingers bit into her hips.

Her release was like lightning through her veins, hot and electric, sparking and snapping with raw energy.

She hadn’t thought she could come so soon, so quickly after the others, but there it was, there it was again, building in her, breaking over her, sweeping her under with its force.

She rode the wave, rode William, until the edges blurred and she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began.

She cried out, sharp and unrestrained, as she came with him, as the motion of his hips matched hers, pushed hers, prolonged hers.

His name was a breathless, exultant exclamation, the world narrowing to the two of them, to the way they fit, the way they fucked, the way she felt as he filled her and filled her until he came and came and came.

The world came back into focus slowly, hazily, the sound of William’s ragged breath loud in her ear, her own pants and exhales just as harsh thump against her.

She stayed like that, resting against him, his heartbeat a wild tattoo beneath her cheek, until she heard the groan from Liam and turned her head to find him so close on the couch, his glasses crooked, chest bare, pumping fast on his cock as his eyes connected with hers.

She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips, the want that bloomed inside her once more. She would never, never have enough, and they all knew it, and she loved it, loved them, loved this. The fire in her eyes rekindled, the need in her body returned urgent and fierce.

“Don’t waste a second, Liam,” she said, her voice a molten promise. “I don’t need anything but you inside me like the others.” He sat on the couch, and she was there, climbing up, taking him in, her body as urgent and hungry as the moment they all began.