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"More," she whimpers.
Levi obliges, tipping the candle again, letting the heat kiss her left inner thigh. She clenches her thighs together, but Levi stops them in time for another drop on her other thigh.
"I want more," she squirms, desperate, body writhing against our hold.
Sven smirks, his free hand coming up to pinch her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "I knew you were going to like it," he muses.
"Please, Daddy. Again,” she cries as she tries to break free from his grip.
Levi sets the candle down, his hands replacing it with a different kind of heat. His fingers trail over her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin around the hardened wax, slow and deliberate, making her twitch beneath his touch.
"You’re taking it so well," he says, his voice smooth. "I love it when you beg for me."
Then, he glides his fingers up, slipping them between her slick folds. “Still so wet for me.”
With a wicked grin, he leans in, his tongue flicking out, dragging slow and teasing over her dripping slit. She cries out, her moan sharp, high-pitched, pure desperation.
Without another word, he quickly sheaths himself in a condom, lifts her legs over his shoulders as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. His cock teases her entrance, the head dragging over her entrance, savoring the anticipation.
"Ican feel the heat oozing from that needy pussy of yours," he groans.
With a firm grip, he pushes her legs back, pinning them against her shoulders his body bearing down on her. Then, slowly, he sinks into her soaked pussy, filling her inch by inch, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he stretches her folds around his dick.
Ava moans, her head falling back, her wrists still locked in Sven’s grasp.
Levi sets the pace at first, measured, deliberate strokes, drawing out her pleasure. But the need between them is insatiable, and soon, the slow restraint snaps.
"Harder," she demands.
Something feral and unhinged ignites in Levi’s eyes, his restraint snapping like a tether stretched too tight. With a guttural snarl, he slams into her, rutting like a man possessed, his pace punishing, claiming her with every brutal thrust.
"Come for us," he commands as he pushes them both toward the inevitable edge.
Ava shatters first, screaming, her body writhing beneath him.
Levi loses it right after, a deep groan tearing from his throat as his fingers dig into her flesh. His hips jerk, pounding through the last waves of release as he empties inside her.
The room is filled with heavy breaths and the scent of sweat and cum. Levi flops down at the foot of the bed, completely spent, satisfaction written all over his face.
Sven lets go of Ava’s wrists, his hands immediately rubbing over her skin, grounding her, making sure she's okay.
I watch her. Watch all of us. The shift between us is undeniable. We might thrive on rough sex, but there’s something deeper now. Because in this moment, it’s not just about taking. It’s about keeping.
And I know without a doubt that this will never be enough.
I catch her gaze as I untie her blindfold. “Your ours, Ava,” I say. “And we’re never letting you go.”
Chapter 26
AVA
Settling into a new rhythm with the guys is easier than I ever expected. Maybe it’s all the sex, or maybe it’s just that living with Sven feels natural, like it was always meant to be. Eric and Levi crash here any night we’re not on the road, and so far, everything just… works. No tension. No second-guessing. Just us.
January is deep into the NHL season, which means the guys are constantly on the move. We’re wrapping up a brutal stretch of away games—Boston, Raleigh, Philly, and now New York. But for once, being in the NYC metro doesn’t come with the gnawing anxiety that Dean might pop up and turn my life upside down. That alone is a win.
Even better? I manage to steal some time with Leighton.
We have prime seats for the Avs versus Islanders game, and she gets her first taste of live hockey at its finest. The energy is electric, the crowd pulsing with excitement as the final buzzer sounds.