Page 61 of Auctioned to the Lumberjacks (Auctioned)

His thumb presses against my taint, not a new sensation, but it feels different now there's a different intention behind it. I clamp down, and he laughs darkly. "Relax, Skye. You can take it. You can take us all."

West brushes the seam of my lips and touches my jaw, urging me to open and take him. All my concentration moves to what it feels like to have Finn and West inside me. Finn's hands stroke down my ribs and over the cheek of my ass as Jack's thumb breaches deeper, moving and stretching.

It shouldn't feel good, but invisible threads of sensation seem to connect parts of my body in terrible and beautiful ways only these men now how to find.

"Jesus," Finn gasps. "She gets so tight when you do that."

"She's about to get tighter."

The first press of his cock against my taint is shocking. It feels like the end of a baseball bat. Jack's hand glides up my spine, soothing, soothing.

"Relax," he croons. "You can do this. You can be what brings us all together."

Oh god. Jack's words almost wrench out my heart.

West's hand cups my cheek, and he withdraws his cock from my mouth. "Ready?" he asks.

"Yes." I groan deeply as Jack breaches and enters me. It doesn't hurt as such. It feels as though I'm being turned inside out and upside down. Finn's eyes are tightly closed, and his fingers press deeply into my flesh as he fights to maintain control.

The weight of Jack's body over me becomes greater as he leans into the penetration. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, lowering my lids so that I can dwell in the darkness until his hips press into my ass. He lets out a guttural groan.

"Take her mouth," he orders West, and then he starts to move.

I lose myself in the push and pull, the frenzied hands, and the controlled thrusts. Everything feels liquid, like I'm slipping under water, eyes open, mouth breathing, a mermaid buffeted by wave after wave.

Heat flares between my legs as my clit is ground against Finn's pubic bone, and I'm filled beyond my comprehension.

West's hand in my hair grips tight enough that I see stars. Jack's hips jerk. Finn groans.

They're losing control because of me.

The rush of power is heady.

"Fuck." Jack crowds me, wrapping his arm around my chest and fingering my nipples until they ache. I'm so close to coming that I gasp as my hips move in tight jerks to push me over the edge. The clench of my pussy and mouth raises a collective shout. Cocks pulse, and I swallow West down as Jack and Finn tense with their release.

West drops back against the bed, cupping his dick, his expression wild and possessive.

I drop against Finn as he cradles me against his sweat-slicked skin. His beard tickles my forehead, and his hands make mesmerizing circles on my back.

Jack pats my ass as he slowly withdraws, leaving me suddenly empty. In a surprising moment of tenderness, he presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades, his long hair tickling my skin and beard rasping.

West strokes my hair from my face, touching my puffy lips.

I'm wrecked and leaking their release, aching everywhere but feeling so viscerally alive that I get the urge to run into the freezing forest naked and shout to the heavens.

As Jack disappears to the bathroom and returns with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up, I marvel at how free I feel within the bounds of a contract that has tethered me to three fierce lumberjacks who've turned out to be the best men I've ever met.

"You're safe now, Skye," Finn says.

West takes my hand in his, pressing featherlight kisses to my knuckles. "You'll always be safe with us."

Jack lifts my hair gently and nuzzles my neck. "Are you ready for us to keep you?" he asks. "Not just for a year, but forever?"

"Yes," I gasp.

His satisfied growl says it all.

And, as I lie between them, I realize that this is what it feels like to be home.

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