“For fuck’s sake,” Nico says, reaching out to steady us both. “Put her down before you drop her and add to her injuries.”
Killian scowls, but the pain etched in the lines around his eyes is unmistakable. “I’ve got her,” he insists, stubborn as always.
“You’ve got a bullet hole in your shoulder,” Nico counters, gently disentangling me from Killian’s grasp. “And a dislocated arm that’s still healing. You’re just as bad as Atlas about ignoring your body’s limits when it comes to Quinn.”
Atlas snorts, not even bothering to deny it. “A hundred percent worth it though.”
“Every time,” Killian agrees, reluctantly letting Nico take me.
Nico lifts me easily, cradling me against his chest. His ribs must be hurting too, but he doesn’t show it. There’s nothing but desire in his eyes as he looks down at me.
“Bedroom,” he says. “Now.”
Atlas leads the way, Killian following close behind. I curl against Nico’s chest, perfectly content to be carried, to be taken care of by these men who would kill for me. Who have killed for me.
Nico sets me on the edge of the bed with a gentleness that makes my heart squeeze in my chest. Then they stand before me, these three dangerous, beautiful men. Each scarred in his own way, each bearing the marks of the lives they’ve lived, the battles they’ve fought. And each of them is mine. All mine.
“Come here,” I say softly, reaching for them.
They don’t have to be told twice. Atlas kneels before me, his hands on my thighs, his eyes locked on mine as he leans in to kiss me again. Nico sits beside me, his fingers trailing down my spine, making me shiver. Killian stands back, watching for a moment before joining us on the bed.
Atlas breaks the kiss, his hands sliding up to the clasp of my bra. “Can I?”
I nod, lifting my arms to help as he removes the last barrier between them and my bare skin. The cool air of the bedroom raises goosebumps across my flesh, but I don’t feel cold. Not with the heat in their eyes as they look at me.
“Those perfect tits,” Atlas exhales, skimming his warm hands down my sides. “Everything about you is fucking perfect.”
I lie back on the bed, letting them look their fill. There’s no shame here, no embarrassment. Just the certainty that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, with exactly who I’m supposed to be with.
Nico stretches out beside me, propped up on one elbow. “Do you trust us, mia cara?”
I meet his gaze, then look at each of them in turn. “With my heart. With my life. With everything.”
My panties come off next, leaving me completely naked for them. Nico flashes a wickedly sinful grin as he takes my wrist and nods for Killian to do the same.
“Fuck,” he groans. “The things I want to do to you.”
He kisses my wrist, then reaches down with his free hand to unfasten his belt. In a matter of seconds, he’s pulled it free and is using it to bind my wrist to the headboard. Killian catches on quickly, doing the same with my other arm.
Atlas joins in to bind my ankles to the foot of the bed, and my heart is beating faster by the second. There’s nobody else in the world I’d trust to tie me up like this, but I love the feeling of being at their mercy.
Only them though. Only ever them.
“Fuck,” Killian growls, reaching out but stopping just before he touches my breast. “I could look at you like this all fucking night.”
Atlas runs a hand up my thigh, making me suck in a sharp breath as he gets teasingly close to my eager, needy pussy. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Good.
I don’t want them to wait.
“Naked,” I say, looking around the bed at each of them. “I can’t be the only one naked right now. I need you guys to lose the rest of those clothes and fuck me.”
Nico shrugs out of his shirt before I’ve even finished speaking, then starts on his pants. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Atlas stands and does the same, stripping down to his boxers. He’s already hard, and his eyes are filled with the promise of everything he wants to do to me.
I let my gaze drift over to Killian, who is also already half-naked—his shoulder injury only slowing him down a little.