Calder’s POV
I didn’t even remember stepping forward. One second her fingers were on my jeans, the next I was shoving them down, desperate for her touch.
When her lips wrapped around me, molten heat pulling me deeper, my vision went white at the edges. “f**k, Evelynn,” I snarled, my hand tangling in her hair. “You’re going to kill me.”
Jaxon, half undone beside me, slid a hand across her jaw, guiding her rhythm, forcing us both to feel every slick drag of her mouth. The sight alone - her kneeling between us, taking us both, moaning like she loved it - would haunt me forever.
Maddox knelt behind her, broad hands on her waist, steadying her, his own c**k glistening with spit and need. Rafe stood back, fists clenched, his storm-grey eyes so dark with hunger I thought he might snap first.
