I'm going to make you scream, sweetheart.

I'm going to make you scream, sweetheart.
Amara's POV

Jaxon just grinned. "She's worth it."

Caden sighed, then brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Ready?"

I took a slow, shaky breath, my heart hammering. "Yes."

Without another word, his hands found the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it, and then the straps were falling off my shoulders, revealing everything to them.

"Shit," Jaxon whispered.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart," Ryder murmured, his gaze sliding over me. "You're killing us."
My heart was pounding, the flush on my skin deepening.

I felt vulnerable.

Exposed.

And I liked it.

I wasn't given a chance to speak, because then Caden's fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down.

"Holy shit," Jaxon muttered.

I bit back a whimper, my legs shaking.
Caden's fingers slid up my thigh, his eyes burning into mine. "Last chance, Amara.”

I exhaled shakily, my whole body trembling.
I could feel them everywhere—pressed against me, touching me, claiming every inch of me.

And the worst part?

I didn't want them to stop.

"Don't stop," I breathed.

Caden's gaze locked onto mine, his fingers slipping between my thighs. "Then come for us.”

I was a mess.

Shaking, whimpering, gasping.
My fingers tangled in Ryder's hair, the other gripping Jaxon's shoulder.

Caden's fingers teased me, slow and torturous, his thumb circling my clit.

I was barely holding myself together.

Jaxon's fingers ghosted over my breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

Ryder's grip tightened, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back as he kissed me, deeper, harder.

And Caden's fingers, moving in the same slow rhythm, over and over, until I was a trembling, quivering mess.

"Caden, please," I gasped, the words muffled against Ryder's lips.

Jaxon groaned. "That's it, princess. Beg."

I barely heard him, because Caden's fingers picked up their pace, and then I was coming undone, shuddering against them as the wave of heat crashed over me.

It wasn't enough.

I wanted more.

"Please," I whispered, the words breathless.

"More?" Ryder murmured, his lips brushing over my jaw.

I could feel Caden's fingers on my inner thigh, his touch gentle, teasing.

"Say it," he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine.

"I need you," I said, my voice shaky. "All of you."

Jaxon groaned, his teeth scraping over the curve of my shoulder.Ryder's grip tightened.
Caden's finger pushed inside me, and then a second, curling, pumping.

And then his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.I was a whimpering, moaning mess. And it was perfect.
Ryder's free hand found my waist, steadying me, his lips brushing over my neck.

Jaxon's fingers twisted around a strand of my hair, tugging it back, baring more skin for him.
And Caden, his eyes dark, his breath hot against my neck as his fingers worked inside me.

I was falling apart.

Completely, utterly wrecked.

"Come for us, Amara," Ryder murmured, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I gasped, shaking, trembling.

"That's it," Jaxon groaned. "Fucking hell, princess. You're killing me."

"Let go, Amara," Caden said, his gaze locking onto mine. "Let us see you fall apart."

My legs were shaking, my knees giving out, and then Caden was lifting me, his fingers still working, and carrying me to the bed.

Jaxon's arms slid around me, and the next thing I knew, he was lying on the mattress, and I was being set down on top of him, straddling him. His eyes locked onto mine, heated and hungry.And then he was reaching for me, pulling me closer. His lips met mine, soft and gentle, and then they were gone, his head tilting back, his groan muffled against my neck.

Ryder's hands slipped around my waist, tugging me away from Jaxon. He spun me around, and then his lips met mine, fierce, demanding.
Jaxon's hands ghosted over my stomach, his teeth nipping at the curve of my neck.
My head was spinning, heat coiling low in my stomach, and then Ryder was pulling away, his chest heaving.

Caden's arms slipped around me, pulling me back against him. His hand slid up my throat, his fingers turning my face up to his.

"Do you know how much we want you?" he whispered, his gaze locked onto mine.

He kissed me before I could respond. His lips were softer this time, slower, more controlled.
I lost myself in him, in the way his tongue traced along the seam of my mouth, the way his fingers tangled in my hair.

"Jesus, Caden," Ryder muttered.

Jaxon groaned.

Caden pulled back, his breath warm against my cheek. "We've never done anything like this."

I exhaled shakily, a shiver running down my spine.

Jaxon's hands slipped over my ribs, his touch sending sparks across my skin. "Tell us what you want, princess."

I didn't have to think.

The answer was obvious.

"All of you."

Ryder's voice was a low murmur in my ear. "Where, sweetheart?"

Caden's hands tightened around me. "You're not ready."

"I am."

"Amara," he started, his voice strained.

"We've got time," Jaxon said.

I licked my lips, my heart racing. "We have all night."

"Amara," Caden said again, his hands trembling.

"Please."

His jaw clenched, his fingers digging into my waist.

Ryder's hand slipped around me, his lips brushing over my neck. "You'll have to be patient with us, sweetheart. We haven't exactly had a lot of practice."

I shivered, anticipation and something more making my skin prickle.

"I can handle it," I whispered.

Jaxon growled, his fingers curling around my throat. "Careful, princess. You might bite off more than you can chew."

Ryder chuckled. "I'd listen if I were you.”

"She knows," Caden murmured, his eyes locked onto mine.

"You really have no fucking idea how badly I want you," Jaxon groaned, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

Caden hesitated, his golden gaze searching mine.

Then he leaned in, his lips finding the shell of my ear.

"Okay," he whispered. "We'll take you there.”

"Fuck," Jaxon cursed.

Ryder hummed, his hands slipping around me, pulling me away from the other two. He spun me around, his green eyes dark. "I'm going to make you scream, sweetheart."

Jaxon groaned.

Ryder didn't wait. His hands found my hips, pushing me down onto the mattress. And then his mouth was between my thighs, his tongue slipping inside me.

I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair.
I was already wet, already shaking, and when he dragged his tongue up, finding the most sensitive part of me, I moaned.

Jaxon's hands slid over my stomach, his lips brushing over the swell of my breast.

"Fuck, you taste good," Ryder murmured, his mouth back against me, teasing, taunting. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them apart, giving him more room.

"Ryder," I gasped, my head falling back.

"Sweetheart, we've barely even started," he murmured, his tone amused.

Caden's fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face up to his.