Chapter 180 Get over here

Chapter 180 Get over here
Emily's POV

The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, water droplets sliding down my shoulders and pooling at my collarbone. I reached for the thick velvet robe hanging on the hook—deep midnight blue, heavy enough to hide everything underneath—and wrapped it around myself without bothering to dry off first. The fabric stuck to my damp skin, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with temperature.

The crown sat on the counter where Mason had left it earlier, diamonds catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the tile. I picked it up carefully, feeling the weight of it in my hands, and set it on my head. The metal was cool against my scalp, grounding me, reminding me exactly what tonight was about.

I let my fingers trail over the closure of the robe, making sure it was secure, then pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.

All three of them were already there, waiting.

The king-sized bed we'd bought dominated the space—big enough that four people could sleep comfortably without anyone ending up on the floor—and they'd arranged themselves across it like an offering.

Ethan sprawled in the middle, one arm tucked behind his head, his eyes tracking my every movement with that focused intensity he got when he was trying to memorize something. Alex sat upright against the headboard, posture perfect even now, his gaze steady and assessing. Mason had curled up on his side near the foot of the bed, softer than the other two, his expression already edging toward reverent.

I stopped at the edge of the mattress and let them look.

The silence stretched, thick and deliberate, as I reached for the tie at my waist and pulled it loose. The robe parted slowly, heavy fabric sliding off my shoulders and pooling at my feet, leaving me bare except for the crown. Cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but I didn't move to cover myself. Instead, I stood there and watched their faces shift—Ethan's jaw tightening, Alex's fingers curling into the sheets, Mason's breath catching audibly.

"Take your clothes off," I said, keeping my voice level and clear. "All of you. And then lie down flat. Don't move unless I tell you to."

For a second, none of them reacted. Then Ethan sat up in one smooth motion, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it toward the chair in the corner. Alex followed more slowly, unbuttoning his collar with precise movements, his eyes never leaving mine. Mason scrambled to comply, nearly tripping over his own jeans in his hurry to get them off.

By the time I climbed onto the bed, all three of them were stretched out side by side, naked and waiting, and the power in that moment settled over me like a second skin.

I started with Ethan because he was closest, straddling his hips and letting my hands flatten against his chest. His heart hammered under my palm, fast and uneven, and when I leaned down to kiss him he tried to lift his head to deepen it. I pulled back immediately, holding his gaze.

"I said don't move."

He exhaled hard through his nose but went still, letting me set the pace. I kissed him again, slower this time, then shifted to Alex without warning. He didn't try to take control the way Ethan had—just opened his mouth under mine and let me explore, his hands staying perfectly flat against the mattress even though I could feel the tension in his shoulders.

Mason made a soft, desperate sound when I finally reached him, and I took my time there too, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging just enough to make him gasp. He tasted sweet, like he always did, and when I pulled away his eyes were already glazed.

"Em," he whispered, and I pressed a finger to his lips.

"Quiet."

I worked them in rotation after that, letting my hands map the planes of their bodies, learning which touches made them tense and which made them melt. I started by positioning myself over Ethan, straddling his hips without taking him inside yet—just letting my wetness slide along the length of his cock as I rocked forward and back. His hands twitched toward my waist but stopped midair, remembering my command, and the restraint in that small aborted movement sent a thrill through me.

"Good," I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips against his jaw. "Stay just like that."

I shifted then, angling my body so I could reach Alex without moving off Ethan entirely. Alex's cock was already hard, flushed dark at the tip, and when I wrapped my hand around the base and lowered my mouth over him, his breath left him in a sharp exhale. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, using my tongue along the underside in the way I knew drove him crazy, while my hips kept up their slow grind against Ethan.

I felt Ethan tense beneath me, his thighs going rigid, his cock pulsing against my slickness. Just as he was about to tip over, I lifted my hips away, breaking contact completely. He made a strangled sound of protest, his hands fisting in the sheets.

"Not yet," I said, pulling off Alex and watching his chest heave. His jaw was clenched tight, his cock twitching in my hand as I squeezed the base firmly, stopping him just short of release.

Mason was next. I shifted my weight and straddled him, sinking down slowly until he was buried inside me. He groaned, long and low, his eyes rolling back. I rolled my hips in tight circles, feeling him throb, and just when his breathing went ragged and desperate, I lifted off him entirely. His hips jerked up, chasing the sensation, but I pressed a hand to his chest.

"Stay still."

I repeated the pattern twice more—bringing each of them to the edge and then denying them, watching the frustration and need build in their faces until they were trembling with it. By the time I climbed off the bed, all three of them were flushed and panting, their cocks hard and leaking.

"Don't move," I said, my voice steady despite the heat pooling low in my belly. "And don't touch yourselves."

I walked to the chair at the foot of the bed and sank into it, spreading my legs wide so they could see everything. The cool leather pressed against my overheated skin as I slid one hand down my body, teasing my nipples first, then trailing lower. When my fingers found my clit, I let out a soft sigh, watching their reactions.

Ethan's hand moved instinctively toward his cock, but I shook my head sharply.

"No. You can talk, but you can't touch."

Alex let out a shaky breath, his eyes locked on where my fingers were moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck, Em. You're killing us."

"Good," I said, sliding two fingers inside myself and biting back a moan. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

"I want to pin you down," Ethan said immediately, his voice rough. "Spread your legs and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"I want to make you gag on my cock," Alex added, his hand gripping his own thigh hard enough to leave marks. "Want to feel you swallow me while you're coming."

Mason's voice came out quieter, almost reverent. "I want to taste you. Want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."

Their words sent heat spiraling through me, and I worked myself faster, chasing the build. But it wasn't enough. The pleasure was there, circling just out of reach, but without them—without their hands and mouths and the weight of their bodies—it felt incomplete. Hollow.

I tried to push through it, adding pressure, changing the angle, but frustration crept in. My breath came faster, more from effort than arousal, and I realized with sudden clarity that this wasn't going to work. Not without them.

"Fuck it," I muttered, dropping my hand. "Get over here. Now."