Let's see how much more she can take.

Let's see how much more she can take.
Amara's pov

"Watch," he whispered, his other hand brushing over my collarbone, down, between my breasts. "Watch him ruin you."
Jaxon hummed, his lips finding the curve of my jaw.

His hands joined Caden's, teasing, taunting.
I was already falling apart, my breaths shallow, my skin tingling, but then Ryder's tongue found my clit again, and then his fingers were pushing inside me, curling.

And I was gone.

I was a trembling, shaking, whimpering mess.
I'd never felt anything like this.

"Fuck," Caden whispered, his hands tightening around me.

I was a gasping, shaking, quivering mess.
"Ryder, please," I gasped, my fingers fisting in his hair.

"Fuck, princess," Jaxon muttered.

Caden's grip tightened. "Come for us, Amara.

Come on Ryder's mouth."

I was done.

Utterly destroyed.

The world faded around me, and the only thing I could feel was his mouth, his fingers, and the waves of heat washing over me.
Caden's fingers loosened, trailing over the curve of my neck, his lips following the same path.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low, husky.

"Damn," Jaxon whispered.

Ryder looked up, his eyes dark, his lips wet. "Fucking hell, sweetheart.”

"You're not done, are you?" Caden asked, his hands finding my waist.

I shook my head.

No.

Not even close.

Jaxon's hands closed around my wrists, his teeth scraping over the skin below my ear.

"On your knees," Caden whispered, his voice strained.

I shivered, anticipation and need flooding through me.

I was shaking, but I did as he said, moving further up the bed.

Jaxon shifted back against the pillows, his eyes finding mine.

I was a little nervous.

Jaxon reached for me, pulling me toward him.

"Don't be nervous, princess." His hands cupped my face, his gaze locking onto mine.
I shivered, and not just because of his touch, or the heat in his eyes.

It was his voice.
It was different than before, and for the first time, I could hear the wolf underneath it.

"I won't hurt you," he murmured.

"I know," I whispered.

His thumb brushed over my cheek. "Trust us."

I did.

Implicitly.

And that should have terrified me.

But it didn't.

"Good," he said softly. His hands slid to the back of my head, and then he was pulling me toward him.His eyes held mine, the blue a thin ring around his pupils.

"Now open your mouth."

My breath hitched, heat flooding through me.

Jaxon's fingers tangled in my hair. "Now, princess."

I opened my mouth, and the next thing I knew, he'd tugged me down onto him.

"Fuck, Amara," he groaned, his head falling back.

"Jesus Christ, Amara," Ryder muttered.

"Fucking hell," Caden growled.

"Holy shit, princess," Jaxon whispered, his breath coming faster.

My eyes flickered up, taking him in.

He was a mess.

Panting, gasping, groaning. His hands were tight, almost painful, in my hair. And every time my tongue slipped over him, he tensed, his abs flexing.

I liked it.

A lot.

"Damn, princess," Jaxon gasped, his head tilted back. "Your mouth should be illegal."
His words spurred me on.

I pushed harder, taking him deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jaxon groaned, his hands clenching around my skull.

"Shit," Caden whispered.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Ryder groaned.

Jaxon's grip tightened, and his hips jerked up, thrusting deeper, harder.

"Fuck, Amara, I'm going to come," he gasped.

I kept going, his grip tightening.

He gasped, his body tensing.

"Amara, I'm serious," he managed, his breath coming faster.

"She's not stopping," Caden murmured.

"Shit," Ryder cursed.

Jaxon's groan filled the room, his hands tightening in my hair.

My mouth was filled with him, and when his grip loosened, and I pulled back, my chest heaving, he was grinning.

"Fucking hell, princess," he panted, his gaze holding mine.

Caden's fingers found my chin, turning my face up to his.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice shaky.

"That was hot," Ryder said, his gaze drifting over me.

Jaxon exhaled heavily. "Understatement of the fucking century."

Ryder chuckled. "True."

Caden's hand slid over my throat, and then he was pulling me up onto the bed, and turning me over, setting me down beside Jaxon.
His lips found mine, kissing me hard, his hands trailing over my skin, touching, teasing, tormenting.

Ryder moved closer, his fingers slipping through my hair. Jaxon's hand curled around the nape of my neck, turning my face up to his, claiming my mouth.

They were everywhere.

Touching me, kissing me, driving me crazy.
Caden's mouth drifted lower, his teeth scraping over my collarbone.

Ryder's fingers circled my nipple, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin just below my ear.

"Fucking hell," Jaxon muttered, his breathing ragged.

Caden's grip on my waist tightened. . "Last chance, Amara. Once we start this, I'm not sure we'll be able to stop."

"I'm yours," I breathed.

Ryder groaned.

Jaxon cursed.

"Good girl," Caden whispered.

"Are you ready?" Ryder murmured.

"Yes," I said, the word barely a whisper.

Jaxon's arms wrapped around me, rolling me toward him.

His breath was hot against my cheek, his body tense, the muscles of his shoulders straining.

Caden's hands found my waist, pulling me toward him, lifting my legs, wrapping them around his hips.

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine.
"I love you, Amara," he said, his voice a low growl.

"I love you," I whispered.

His hands tightened around me, and then he was moving, guiding himself into me.

The pain was sharp, unexpected.

I gasped, my body tensing.

Caden hesitated, his fingers curling into the sheets.

"Don't stop," I whispered.

He exhaled shakily, his body shaking as he pushed deeper, until I'd taken all of him.
"Fucking hell," he cursed.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Ryder asked, his hands sliding over my skin, his voice tight.

"Give her a minute," Caden gritted out, his grip on me tight, almost painful.

I took a slow breath, the pain subsiding, replaced by something more.

"Amara," Caden groaned, his forehead dropping against mine.

"Shit," Jaxon whispered, his hands gripping my hips.

Caden was shaking, his jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, Caden," he gritted out.

"Amara," Caden groaned, the words coming in a rush, his fingers digging into my waist. "I'm not going to last much longer.”

"Then move," I whispered.

Ryder groaned.

"Jesus," Jaxon muttered.

And then Caden started moving.

Slowly at first, and then faster, his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze searching.
His lips crashed into mine, his kiss hot and hungry, and then he was losing control, his grip on me tightening.

Ryder's hands were all over me, his fingers finding the most sensitive parts of me, his mouth hot and demanding, leaving marks along the curve of my neck.

And Jaxon's fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hip, his other hand fisted in my hair, his eyes burning, his mouth on mine, kissing, sucking, nipping.

"Fuck," Caden groaned, his fingers biting into the soft skin of my thigh.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jaxon chanted, his grip tightening.

"Caden, please," I gasped.

Ryder's mouth found mine, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

"Come for us, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips brushing over my jaw.

I cried out, my body tensing, trembling.
And then I was falling apart, waves of heat crashing over me, leaving me shaking, panting, gasping.

Caden groaned, his body stiffening, his grip tightening.

"I can't," he managed, his eyes locking onto mine.

Jaxon grunted, his whole body shaking, and then he was falling, too, his groan muffled against my shoulder.

Caden's forehead dropped against mine, his eyes falling shut.

"Fucking hell," Jaxon managed, his breath coming in heavy gasps.

Ryder's lips brushed over my cheek.

Caden rolled away, his chest heaving, his fingers still twitching, as if he couldn't let go.
"Sweetheart," Ryder whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"Then don't," I whispered.

Caden's eyes locked onto mine, his expression torn.

Ryder didn't wait. He pulled me up, rolling onto his back, and then I was straddling him, his hands guiding me, and then I was sinking down onto him, taking him inside me.
He groaned, his head falling back.

"Fuck, Amara," he gasped, his grip tightening around me.

Jaxon's gaze raked over us, his eyes dark, hungry.

"Fuck, that's hot," he muttered.

Caden's hand drifted over my stomach, his fingers sliding between my thighs.

Ryder started moving, slow at first, then harder, faster.

"Fuck," Ryder groaned, his eyes dark, his breathing ragged.

My head was spinning.

Ryder's hands were on my hips, lifting me up, then pushing me back down, harder, faster.
And then his thumb pressed against the most sensitive part of me, rubbing in circles, and my back arched, my eyes closing.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he growled.

I did.

His gaze held mine, and I lost myself in him.
In the way he felt inside me, in the way his fingers slid over me, his thumb relentless, his hips thrusting up, driving into me, hard and deep.

"Fuck, Ryder," Jaxon murmured, his eyes on us, his chest heaving.

Caden exhaled heavily.

Ryder's thumb moved faster, his fingers tightening around me, his body tensing.
He groaned, his movements slowing, and then he was still, his fingers digging into my thighs, his body shaking.

"Fuck, Amara," he managed, his voice a low rasp.

His arms wrapped around me, and then he was lifting me, his mouth finding mine, kissing me, slow and languid.

I sighed, resting against his chest.

He hummed, his hands trailing over my back, his lips finding the corner of my mouth.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he murmured, his lips brushing over my jaw.

I nodded, still a little breathless.

"Fucking hell," Jaxon groaned.

"We've got all night," Ryder said, his lips curving.

Jaxon's grin matched his. "Oh, really? And here I was, thinking this was the end."

Caden laughed.

"I've created a monster," Ryder muttered.

Caden smirked. "She was always a monster."
Ryder chuckled, his hand sliding down my spine.

"Let's see how much more she can take," he murmured.

"I think we need to feed her first," Jaxon said, his eyes drifting over me.

Ryder groaned. "Fine. But after that, we're going again."

Jaxon nodded. "Agreed."

Caden laughed.

"We'll give her a minute to recover," Ryder said, his tone amused.

Jaxon hummed, his hands drifting over my back.

"Don't fall asleep," he murmured, his lips brushing over the side of my head.

"Mmm," I mumbled, burying my face in his neck.

He laughed.

"She's not going to remember this," Ryder muttered, his chest shaking under me.

Jaxon didn't answer.

"We should clean her up," Caden said, his fingers skimming over my shoulder.

Ryder hummed. "Good idea."

I whimpered.

"I know, sweetheart.
Just a minute," he said, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear. They sat up, their bodies tensing.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

Caden didn't answer.

Ryder stood, his eyes finding mine. "Nothing. Just relax, sweetheart."

My heart hammered, fear creeping into me.
Jaxon set me on the mattress, standing.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Everything's fine, Amara," Jaxon said, his voice tight.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Go clean up, sweetheart.