Page 127 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes

So much love, I don’t know what to do with it.

Silas shifts behind me, his hands slipping beneath the hem of my oversized sweater, thumbs stroking bare skin with a tenderness that steals my breath. Max leans closer too, brushing his mouth along my jaw, featherlight kisses that leave a trail of heat in their wake.

Sebastian doesn’t move until I thread my fingers through his hair, giving him silent permission. Only then does he rise, pressing his mouth to mine in a kiss that’s slow and claiming.

The moment fractures—splinters into something hungrier.

Max slides the sweater up and over my head, baring me to their hungry gazes. His hands are sure but careful, treating me like I might shatter if he’s not gentle. Silas kisses down the curve of my neck.

Sebastian hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and drags them down, slow enough to feel like torture. Max helps, peeling the fabric away until I’m naked before them, flushed and panting, nerves singing.

Silas lifts me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom with Max and Sebastian right behind us.

Once inside, they don't waste time.

Max kisses me first, coaxing my mouth open, tongue stroking against mine until I’m dizzy from it. Silas’s hands roam over my body, mapping every inch, memorizing every shiver. Sebastian stands back for a beat, watching, cataloging every reaction.

And then he steps in.

He presses a kiss to my belly first, before rising to claim my mouth again.

Clothes fall away fast after that.

Silas pushes me gently back onto the bed, Max stretching out beside me, his hand sliding between my thighs to find the slickness already there. He groans low in his throat as he strokes me, building the pressure with maddening patience.

Sebastian kisses down my body, teeth scraping lightly across sensitive skin until I’m squirming beneath them, desperate for more.

Silas palms my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until I arch into him with a whimper. Max works two fingers inside me, while Sebastian licks a line up the inside of my thigh, teeth grazing the tender flesh.

I want more.

I writhe between them, lost to the sensations, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

Sebastian’s mouth finds my clit at the same moment Max curls his fingers just right and Silas kisses my neck.

I shatter, body locking up, pleasure ripping through me so violently I forget how to breathe, forget how to think.

They don't stop.

Sebastian has his cock in his hand, pumping it, before he enters me, the stretch making me cry out. He moves slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, but it’s not long before Silas is there too, his hand guiding mine to his cock, helping me wrap my fingers around him.

Max kisses me hard, open-mouthed and hungry, as Sebastian thrusts into me, hitting a spot that has me sobbing his name. Silas growls when I stroke him, hips jerking into my hand.

They take turns.

They take care.

By the time Sebastian slides into me a second time, his thrusts deep and punishing, I’m boneless, wrung out, floating.

He holds me down, forcing me to take every brutal inch, murmuring filth against my ear—how tight I am, how well I take him, how I’m theirs now, always.

Max and Silas stroke my hair, kiss my shoulders, anchor me even as Sebastian fucks me apart.

I come again, harder this time, splintering around him, dragging him down with me.

He groans against my throat, thrusting once, twice, and then coming inside me.

I collapse into the mattress, trembling, wrecked, loved.