Page 137 of Where Broken Wings Fly

My head falls to his shoulder, too heavy to hold up. Aftershocks race over my skin, extending the ecstasy corroding my vision. Everything is blurry. I’m thankful we’re alone because I can’t move to cover up right now.

“Are you still with me?” he asks breathlessly.

I peel my eyes open long enough to look down at him. “I… I don’t think I’m ever going to walk again.”

Zach presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. “You chose to play this game with me.”

“I’ll give you that. You ruined my painting though.”

“We can fix it together.”

“Or we could climb in the shower and do that again.”

“Again?” Zach chortles. “You greedy little slut.”

Fuck, I never thought being called his little slut would be a turn on. Turns out, I’d happily toss away my pride and be whatever the hell he wants me to be.

“You don’t want to fuck me again?” I ask innocently.

His smile turns dark. “There is nothing in this world that could stop me from fucking you again. I want to ride that tight asshole of yours next. Maybe while you fuck my twin.”

I forget how to breathe for a second.

“Your t-twin?”

“Hell yes. I can only imagine how wet you’ll be then. Full of both of our cocks.”

Even with my aching body, a flicker of arousal threatens to reignite this new, wanton creature inside of me. Being sandwiched between the twins was one thing. The idea of being with them both at the same time is too tempting to ignore.

Weaving my fingers into his long tresses, I push strands of hair off his slick forehead. Before I can lock our lips together, the bark of Killian’s voice sounds from the other room.

“If you two are done, I’m very frustrated out here.”

“Oh my God.” I cover my face with my hands. “Please tell me that didn’t just happen. He was supposed to be delivering wood into town.”

“No can do.” Zach snickers. “Looks like he came back early.”

“Shit! I need thicker walls. Like, yesterday.”

“Nope,” Killian’s voice travels through the wall. “No can do.”

Zach kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m never going to live this down. I literally just told him to get lost before you walked in here. Please move so I can go drown myself in the shower.”

“Take Killian with you,” he suggests. “Promise I’ll cover my ears.”

I won’t tell him that I don’t want him to cover his ears. What I really want is for him to join us in the walk-in shower and fulfil his dirty promises. In my current frame of mind, I’d let all three of them fuck me.

“Willow?” Zach whispers.

I look into his eyes. “Yeah?”

The corners of his mouth crinkle in a smile. “I love you.”

Instead of panic or fear, I’m filled with contentment.

“Zachariah… I love you too.”

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