The fire had burned low, casting long orange flickers across the living-room walls.
Blankets were piled thick on the floor—soft flannel, wool throws, a few sheepskin rugs dragged in from the porch.
The five of them had turned the space into a nest again, candles guttering in mason jars, the scent of pine smoke and s*x hanging heavy in the air.
I was already trembling when they laid me down.
Naked.
Spread.
Skin flushed from earlier teasing—Luke’s mouth on my c**t for twenty minutes straight while Matthew held my wrists above my head, whispering filthy praise against my ear until I sobbed for release.
They hadn’t let me come yet.
Not once.
They wanted me desperate.
They wanted me begging.
Matthew knelt between my thighs first.
He spread me wide—thumbs parting my folds—then thrust
