Page 133 of Gilded Locks

“Relax,” Ash whispered, his hands gentle on her skin as he prepared her with oil. “Trust us to take care of you, to make this perfect for you.”

The sensation of being filled completely, claimed by all three of them simultaneously, was an art form of its own, requiring great coordination and communication. They knew how to prepare her body, and that moment just before they all entered her, every nerve ending was on fire, every breath so intense it bordered on pain. And then…peace.

Theirs.

One.

Her heartbeat synchronized with theirs until she couldn’t tell where she ended and they began.

“Look at us,” Stone commanded, his voice rough with restraint. “Keep your eyes open. We want to see you, all of you.”

She obeyed, meeting each of their gazes in turn, finding different gifts in each stare. In Stone’s pale eyes, she saw possession and something more profound. Love, fierce and protective as winter storms. In Hunter’s dark gaze, she found acceptance and hunger that matched her own. And in Ash’s ice-blue eyes, she discovered home, a safe haven wrapped in passion.

They moved together like they’d been born to pleasure her in precisely this way. Her heart ached with joy. The perfection of their claiming was unmatched.

Their rhythm harmonized with her desires, each moan a song in ecstasy. When one withdrew, another pressed forward. When the intensity threatened to overwhelm her, they eased back. When she needed more, they gave it without request.

“This is what you were made for,” Hunter growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks that would remind her of this moment for days. “This is where you belong, Lisichka.”

“With us,” Stone added, his thumb tracing the column of her throat as she worked to accommodate him, reminding her of the diamond collar now locked around her neck. “Always with us.”

“Ours,” Ash finished, pressing deeper until she gasped around Stone’s length.

The pleasure became so intense her mind seemed to float outside her own body.

“Completely and forever ours.”

Their words broke something inside her, the last wall falling away as she surrendered completely, giving them everything they asked for and more. Her body, her heart, her very soul offered up like a sacrifice on an altar, built from trust and desire.

When the final climax hit, it was a crescendo of sensation that erased the past and made room for a future filled with abundance and joy. She shattered and reformed like glass. Stronger. More confident. And absolutely certain she belonged with them.

They held her afterward, their bodies forming a protective cage around her as she trembled through endless aftershocks. Stone stroked her hair, murmuring words of praise in Russian that sounded like poetry even though she couldn’t understand them.

Ash’s hand traced soothing patterns on her skin, tracing where the brand would go.

Hunter stared into her eyes. “Do you know how perfect you are to us?” he whispered. “We’re so proud of you, of how you’ve exceeded our highest expectations.”

She kissed his scarred fingers, nuzzling against his palm. “You’ve opened my eyes to a life I never could have imagined on my own.”

“We knew, the moment we saw you, that we couldn’t let you go.”

“And here you are,” Ash added. “Ours forever.”

“How do you feel?” Stone asked, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it.

She rolled to her back so she could see his eyes. “Relaxed.”

“Good.”

Ash quietly left the bed and returned with a medical kit, his movements careful and precise. The sight of the syringe made her tense involuntarily, but Stone’s hand found hers and squeezed. His sturdy grip grounded her.

“Just lidocaine,” Ash explained, showing her the vial. “We’ll numb the area completely first. You’ll feel pressure, heat, but the worst of the pain will be manageable.”

She nodded, watching as he prepared the injection with the same meticulous care he brought to everything. She sat up so they could clean her shoulder with an alcohol swab, then she looked forward into Hunter’s eyes, careful not to gasp as the needle slipped beneath her skin.

“That’s one.”

“How many are there?”