Page 142 of The Last Call Home
He nods, shifts slightly, and we start to move.
We find a rhythm.
Cass pulls out just as I push in—then he slides forward as I retreat.It’s like a dance.Timed and perfect, her body catching every thrust, every press, every slow drag of cock.She’s gasping, moaning, writhing between us like she can’t decide which way to collapse.Like we’re too much.Like she’s never been more alive.
“Fuck,” I groan, jaw clenched.“She’s clenching so tight.”
Cass swears under his breath.“It’s like she doesn’t know who to come for.”
Her breath hitches—sharp and shaky.“Both of you.”
Fuck.
I curl my arms tighter around her waist, angling my hips to thrust deeper.Cass adjusts with me.We’re moving as one now—pushing into her, filling her, not rushing.Just feeling.Letting the rhythm find us as she moans into his skin and trembles in our hands.
Every slick, hot stroke sends lightning up my spine.
Every time she gasps, it shoots straight to my cock.
But it’s not just about the way it feels—it’s her.
The way she holds me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish.The way her body trusts us—opens for us.The way her breath turns ragged when Cass kisses her neck, and her eyes flutter when I whisper her name.
Delilah.
Ours.
I meet Cassian’s gaze again.And something in his eyes softens—just enough to show me everything he’s feeling.The pride.The promise.The rightness of this.
Of her.
Of us.
We’re home.
It’s everything we couldn’t say before this.
Cass’s hand slides down her body, his fingers finding her clit.He rubs slow, tight circles, watching the way she falls apart in our arms—breath hitching, body arching, every moan unraveling between us like a prayer.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers.“Let go for us.”
I kiss her temple.“We’re right here.”
And she does.
She comes undone like something holy.
Her cry breaks from her, raw and unrestrained, her whole body clenching and fluttering, pulling us in deeper like she needs us to fill every space inside her we haven’t touched yet.She tightens around Cass so hard he growls—one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair—as he thrusts one final time and shudders against her front.
I feel it.Feel him as he spills inside her, warmth flooding through her, the twitch of his cock echoing in the pressure wrapped around me.
And then she clenches again—her ass gripping me so tight I see stars.
I can’t hold back.
I sink deep, my release hitting hard.The groan that tears from my chest isn’t just lust—it’s relief.Like I’ve been holding my breath for years and only now, inside her, with him beside me, do I finally exhale.
I curse under my breath as I come, buried to the hilt, hips stuttering, cock throbbing as I fill her—pulse after pulse, spilling everything I have left until I’m shaking with it.Her body draws us in, holds us there, and we stay.
