Page 39 of Song Bird Hearts (Green River Hearts #4)

Wolf is beneath me, his body warm and steady despite the tension in his muscles.

His hand splays across my stomach, his fingers tracing idle circles like he’s branding me gently.

Every now and then, his breath catches, but he never lets it stop him from touching me with care.

Devotion. Obsession, maybe, but the kind that feels holy.

Gilden is behind me, kissing along the back of my neck, his fingers tangled in my hair. His palms run down my thighs, up under my shirt, and I let him lift it off like he’s done it a hundred times. I arch into the touch of both of them, boneless, blissful, and aching for more.

And Knox. . . God, Knox.

He kneels beside me still, his eyes dark and his hands clenched on his thighs when he isn’t touching me. He watches, wanting, and I can feel that hunger rolling from him in waves.

“Come here,” I whisper to him.

“I don’t. . .” He hesitates, his voice low and rough. “I’ve never shared.”

“You’re not sharing,” I murmur. “You’re mine. They’re mine. That’s different.”

I reach for him and he lets me pull him into me. His kiss is fire, rough, hot, and unsteady, his teeth dragging across my bottom lip in a bite that sooths more than hurts. He presses his forehead to mine and exhales like he’s breaking apart when we stop.

“I hate how much I need you,” he murmurs. “It’s not safe.”

“Nothing about this is safe,” I reply. “But it’s real.”

Wolf shifts beneath me, groaning softly as I brace a hand on his chest, careful of his ribs.

I lean down and kiss him again, tender and slow, while Gilden helps me out of my jeans and presses warm kisses to the backs of my thighs after he stands me up over Wolf’s lap despite me still leaning down to kiss him.

When Gilden’s lips are suddenly between my legs, slow and reverent, I cry out against Wolf’s mouth.

“Easy,” Wolf whispers, threading his fingers into my hair. “Take what you need.”

“We’ll give you everythin’,” Gilden adds, his voice muffled slightly as he leans back just enough to speak before burying his face back between my thighs, worshipping me with his tongue and mouth.

When my thighs tremble and my moan cracks the silence like thunder, I feel Wolf chuckle beneath me as he pulls me back down.

“Look at her,” he rasps to the others. “Ruined already.”

“She ain’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Gilden says, licking his lips, his eyes shining with mischief.

I turn to them both, my chest heaving, and reach for Gilden with one hand and Wolf with the other.

“I want both of you,” I say.

Wolf’s eyes darken. “Together?”

I nod as Gilden’s grin widens.

“Oh, cher , you don’t have to ask me twice.”

With a shared look, Wolf and Gilden shift beside me, guiding me down into the grass between them.

Gilden is the first to lean in, kissing Wolf with no hesitation.

It’s just a slow press of mouths, exploring, testing.

Wolf allows it, dominant but still to allow Gilden the chance to direct it.

I watch them, my breath catching and my heart hammering.

Wolf breaks it first to pull me forward, kissing me again until I drop in between them and settle into their warmth.

My hands reach for both men, stroking them through their pants until they groan.

Gilden frantically works his off, before reaching forward to help Wolf out of his.

My mouth finds Wolf’s rock hard cock first. Gilden is right behind me, his lips brushing my temple before we both work in tandem to unravel Wolf with our lips.

Knox watches silently, unsure of where he belongs, so I reach out and thread my fingers with his while I fill my mouth with Wolf, not wanting him to feel like he’s not a part of this.

Wolf’s composure shatters under our mouths quickly. His fingers grip the earth, his body bowing up as he gasps my name. When he finally can’t take it anymore, he growls, catching my chin and kissing me with enough force to make me dizzy.

“On me,” he says, voice ragged. “Now.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll survive,” he grunts.

I climb over him slowly, careful. He guides himself into me inch by inch, until he’s buried inside me and I’m breathless as I straddle him.

He stretches me wide and holds me hostage there as he grips my thighs roughly.

He winces, and I spread my thighs wider, worried I’m hurting him even if he keeps telling me it’s fine.

“You look like a fuckin’ goddess,” Gilden murmurs as he kneels behind me, pressing kisses along my spine after he removes my shirt.

“She is,” Wolf groans. “She’s ours.”

I rock on top of him carefully, gasping as the friction and fullness make my head swim. Gilden reaches between my legs, teasing my clit with slow fingers, watching every shudder and cry with wide, hungry eyes.

Knox is still watching, close now, his hand palming himself through his jeans as his eyes remain locked on me. He hadn’t moved when we did, so now he’s a little further away, but still close enough to hold my hand.

“You sure you want to stay over there?” I ask breathlessly, yearning for him. I squeeze his fingers gently.

He doesn’t answer. He just unzips his jeans and finally steps closer, like he’s been waiting for permission.

My breath hitches as he does, taking in the way his chest rises and falls like he’s been running for hours. He’s flushed, his jaw still painfully tight, and his eyes are locked on me as if he’d tried to resist one final time and lost.

“You’re sure?” I ask, even though my body yearns for him to join.

He doesn’t speak, like he’s worried he’ll say something he shouldn’t if he does.

He just comes over to me. His hands are warm and solid on my waist as he leans in from behind and kisses my shoulder, then my neck.

It’s soft at first, reverent, then his teeth bite down hard enough to send a bolt of pain through my body.

I cry out and his tongue darts out to sooth the pain, sending a shiver down my spine that has me threatening to come unraveled on top of Wolf.

“Jesus,” Knox mutters against my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

I roll my hips against Wolf, who groans beneath me, his head dropping back against the grass.

The fireflies dance around us in the dark like a chorus of stars watching from the river’s edge.

Every touch is like electricity across my skin.

I’m so enthralled with these men, I can’t even function the moment they spare me a bit of their attention.

“She’s squeezin’ me so tight,” Wolf growls. “She wants to be stretched. She wants to be claimed.”

“Then let’s give her what she wants,” Gilden purrs.

He shifts behind me, kissing up my spine again as Knox moves to my side, watching with hungry eyes. I turn and pull him into a kiss, my lips desperately moving over his.

“Please,” I whisper into his mouth, “touch me.”

He does. One hand slides down my belly, between my thighs, and his fingers brush against my clit as I ride Wolf.

The pleasure doubles, binding and sharp.

I cry out, barely able to hold myself together with all three of them touching me.

But then Gilden’s mouth is on my shoulder again, just before I feel him press at the same entrance Wolf is already filling.

I freeze, moving to look behind me, but Knox’s strong fingers keep me facing him, keep me kissing him.

“Don’t fight it,” Wolf says darkly. “We’ve got you.”

Gilden doesn’t press inside yet, his lips tracing along my shoulder as he holds himself there. “Lean forward for me, mon rossignol . I’ve got you.”

So I do.

Knox moves to kneel in front of me, still keeping our lips locked together as I lean down with a gentle push of their hands.

Knox cradles my jaw, his other hand tangling in my hair.

Behind me, I feel Gilden’s hands stroking himself against where Wolf already stretches me wide.

I’m leaking around Wolf, so it’s not hard for Gilden to slick my wetness along his head as he strokes the entrance.

When he starts pressing in, his cock already slick, Wolf hisses under me at the squeeze and stretch. His hands lock down around my hips as Gilden slowly slides in beside him, filling me completely.

My mouth falls open, breath stolen.

“Fuck, Trouble,” Knox rasps, watching me fall apart.

“You’re perfect,” Gilden groans behind me as he presses kisses to my shoulder blades.

“You’re ours,” Wolf adds with a growl, voice shaking with restraint. “ Ours .”

I come hard, shaking, my eyes fluttering as the world tilts. Wolf cries out as I pulse around him. Gilden moves in tandem with the pulses, deeper, slower. Knox kisses me through it, holding my face, grounding me.

I can feel them taking turns as they alternate stroking in and out of me, their cocks rubbing together as they stretch me wide. The feeling of them, the knowledge that they’re sliding against each other, nearly sends me over the edge again, my body vibrating with pleasure in response.

Knox groans at the sight of me coming undone. “I need you,” he rasps, standing suddenly.

“Yes,” I hiss through my teeth, reaching for him.

He undresses in record time, setting his gun carefully to the side before he steps forward, his cock hard and bobbing before me. I don’t waste any time. I lean in and suck him deep, hungry for him, grateful that he finally feels comfortable enough to join.

He hisses through his teeth and strokes inside my mouth, his hand on my hair as he pumps inside gently.

Hands stroke along my body, winding me tighter and tighter again as Gilden and Wolf continue to move inside me.

My body is a livewire, ready to explode at any moment, and I’m not sure if it’ll ever stop once it starts.

I’m being unmade and stitched back together right now, fully enveloped within their arms.

“Look at you, takin’ everything we give you,” Knox groans. “Say you need me. Say it. Say you’re mine while they’re inside you.”

He pulls his cock out so I can answer and I nod frantically. “I need you. Please.”

“That’s my girl,” Gilden coos while he starts to pick up speed. “You take us so well, cher . I’m so proud of you.”

Their words are fuel for the fire. I shatter into so many pieces, there’s no way anyone could put me back together again. Gilden grunts in pleasure and pauses, warmth spilling inside me that has Wolf groaning in pleasure. Gilden shakes as his hands tighten painfully on my hips, and then he slumps.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “The way you squeezin’ me took me right out.” He gently pulls from inside me, and pats Knox on the shoulder. “Take over for me.”

Knox pulls from my lips and moves behind me. I expect him to press inside where Gilden was. Instead, he presses higher, and I turn my head to look at him.

“This okay?” At my nod, he presses a little harder. “I’ll wreck you gentle, sweetheart. You’ll feel me for days.”

And then he’s pressing inside me, the feeling of being fully stretched making my eyes roll back in my head.

Wolf holds still beneath me, letting me adjust, as Knox stretches my ass fully.

My nails dig into Wolf’s chest, leaving marks behind as I nearly come from the feeling of being so stretched alone.

There’s a bite of pain that fades quickly into pleasure as Knox presses inside until he’s fully seated.

I don’t think I’m breathing. My lungs burn from it, my body tense as they hold themselves still so I can grow accustomed to the feeling of both of my entrances stretched.

Gilden whistles. “I could spend all night watchin’ your face like this. Ain’t no prettier sight.”

And then they move, stroking me to high heaven until I don’t even know if it’s multiple orgasms or one long continuous one.

I shake and tremble over and over again, my voice straining as I cry out to the stars.

All the while, the fireflies dance around us, lending us their light, witnessing our joining.

When Wolf tightens inside me and Knox forces us all over the edge with his gentle thrusts, it’s like the world shatters with me. I swear I go blind for a minute, so lost in pleasure that I can’t even form a word, let alone know if I’ve died or not.

Gilden chuckles as I collapse onto Wolf’s chest. “Ah, ah, ah, mon rossignol ,” he purrs. “We ain’t done with you yet.”

The mountains witness our commitment to each other. And that’s more binding than a piece of paper could ever give us if it tried.

It’s a promise written with ecstasy.

A promise that can’t be undone.

No matter what happens tomorrow. . .