Page 124 of Light My Fire Three Times
The warmth of his tongue is a jolt, electric, sharp, and I can’t help but gasp. It’s not enough, nothing is ever enough, but the hunger in his gaze promises that he’ll keep trying.
Karl holds my legs wide, his thumbs massaging the tender skin just above my knees. The effect is both grounding and incendiary.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes.
The words sink in, heavy and sweet, rooting me to this moment.
Leo’s mouth is everywhere. Neck, clavicle, the line between my breasts. He sucks a mark just above my heart, and a rush of heat surges through me.
I whimper, unguarded. His hands skate up my sides, possessive but careful. He’s trying not to break me open, never again. Each touch asks, ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Do you want me?’
I meet his gaze, and the answer isyes, yes, yes.My whole body aches with desperate need.
My back arches as Karl kneels between my legs, hands gripping my calves. His mouth follows, teeth soft, then hard—the contrast is making me cry out.
I lose track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is where. All I know is that I am being devoured, worshipped, consumed. Every inch of me belongs to them, now more than ever.
It’s Karl who tips me over the edge first, his mouth on me—a mix of gentle and rough, a maddening rhythm of pressure and worship. I’ve never felt wanted like this before.
My head tips back, a moan slipping free, louder than I intended. Karl lives for it.
His eyes are wild, tongue flicking with reverence. My hips buck, and I hear myself calling his name. A fever caught in my throat. He doubles down, and I unravel.
Leo is right there, catching my hands, kissing my knuckles, my palms, my wrists, as if he’s gathering all the broken pieces of me back into one. His lips are soft, but there’s no gentleness in the way he pulls me back to him.
Jesse strokes my sides, claiming every cell of my body with his touch.
Then, Karl grabs and holds my wrists above my head, his body pressing me into the couch.
His lips leave slow, maddening kisses along my jaw, his fingers teasing at my sides, never quite where I need them. He’s calm, steady, but his whispers make me quake.
“Look at you,” Karl breathes against my ear. “Shaking, desperate. You love being torn apart like this, don’t you?”
Before I can answer, Leo claims my mouth again. Brutal, punishing. His hand fists my hair tighter, angling my head until I gasp against him. The taste of him is smoke, heat, fury.
Jesse’s hands slide down my thighs, spreading me wide. His grip is iron. He presses his thumb against my clit, grinding slowly, relentlessly.
“She’s already dripping for us,” he growls, thick with possession. “Listen to her. She’s ours.”
Leo pulls back, laughing darkly.
“Not until she screams for me.” His hand slides lower, rough and deliberate, drawing a sharp moan from me before I can stop it.
Karl chuckles, still at my ear. “Easy, boys. Let her drown in it. That’s all she has to do… fall apart for us.”
My body trembles, a storm of sensation. Leo’s relentless mouth, Jesse’s possessive grip, Karl’s teasing control. Every nerve ignites.
It’s too much, but I don’t want it to stop. I’m unsure whether I want to plead for release or mercy.
Leo’s hand is rough between my thighs, his mouth crushing mine again until I can’t breathe.
He pulls back just enough to hiss, “Say it. Say you want me to wreck you.” His eyes are wild, daring me to defy him.
Jesse growls low, yanking me back so hard it knocks the air from my lungs.
“No. You’ll scream my name first.” His grip is possessive, unyielding. “You’ve been mine since day one, Livvy. Tell him. Tell him who you belong to.”
The tension between them crackles. They’re both staring, demanding that I choose, that I give myself up.
