The Break by Shayla Black

Raine put the last of the scented lotion on her body, then wrapped a clean towel around her as she fought back her nerves. Would they come tonight? Tomorrow? Ever? Would they still want her? Would they be able to share her even once? She didn’t have any illusions; she was asking them for a lot. It wouldn’t be easy for either of them to set their feelings aside to give her this fantasy.

Taking in a steadying breath, she pushed out of the bathroom to rummage through the suitcase Seth had brought up to her. She spotted Hammer shirtless and lounging on the bed, surrounded by easily a dozen candles. She stopped short, her heart stuttering with excitement. Then she scanned the room.

No Liam.

Her heart broke apart instantly. He’d tried for weeks to make her grow and blossom. He’d helped her so much here at the lodge. Had all the day’s confessions been too much for him? He especially had wanted her all to himself. She put her hand to her neck, still missing the lovely weight of his collar there. The thought of never feeling the mark of his possession again shredded her.

“Hello, precious.” Hammer’s deep voice seduced her, a smoky murmur that stirred her memories of the pleasure they’d shared. Each and every day, that night haunted her. She’d never escaped the sharp pang of need to feel him again.

“Hi.”

Tonight, she didn’t know what else to say. All the confidence she’d built up in the bar with Beck, that had given her such strength when she’d delivered her proposition…it had evaporated. She should be happy that she was both a better submissive and a better human being. But if she’d finally pushed Liam away for good, how was she supposed to find peace with half of her heart missing?

The door kicked open a minute later, and her gaze zipped up. Beck and Seth carried in a big cheval mirror. An antique with a distressed black frame, its straight lines blended with the gentle curves of its legs into something truly stunning.

Raine clutched the towel over her breasts and watched the guys cart it in until they’d positioned it to face the bed, a few feet from the edge.

With a satisfied nod, Seth released it and straightened, then headed her way. He smiled as he cupped her arm. “Be happy.”

God knew she wanted to be, but not without Liam. He’d become as essential to her as sunshine or food. As air. She pressed a fist to the aching hollow of her stomach.

Beck strolled over an instant later. “Try to keep it to a dull roar, huh?”

Before she could chastise him, he kissed her forehead, then clapped Seth on the back. Out the door they went, leaving her alone with Macen.

“Lose the towel, precious,” he commanded.

Before they’d come to the lodge, Raine would have believed she could just stand naked in front of one of them and not realize how much she needed the other. But they’d opened her eyes. She had no way to unsee the truth.

How could she set him down gently? Just explain that she refused to give him half of herself, she supposed.

Raine clasped the towel tighter to her chest. “Macen—”

“Didn’t Hammer give you an order?”

She turned to the familiar lilt. Hope surged. Liam strolled in, shirtless and carrying a small black bag. Like Hammer, the lean muscles of his shoulders and pectorals bulged and rippled with every move and sent her pulse skidding. He kicked the door behind him and sent her a wolfish smile. A quick glance back to Hammer revealed heat and expectation glowing in his eyes. The testosterone in the room swelled. Her breathing went shallow. Need settled right behind her clit.

They’d both come.

Raine dropped her towel. “Yes, Sir.”

Automatically, she fell to her knees and sat back on her heels, head bowed, thighs parted. To her left, she heard the rustle of the bed covers and assumed Hammer pulled them free. To her right, Liam strolled closer until his bare feet filled her vision. He dropped the little black bag on the carpet beside him.

“Pretty. Rise, love.” His voice was soft but whiplike in the hush. He held his hand out to her.

Placing her trembling fingers in his, she lunged to her feet and looked up at him, searching his dark eyes. They glittered with desire, too. With love, just like Hammer’s.

For this moment at least, her world was complete.

Hammer approached on her right and lightly gripped her elbow. “Come to the mirror. Let us see you.”

They guided her in front of the tall glass and positioned her to face it, totally bare. Her cheeks looked flushed already. Her nipples pebbled under their stares. Her pussy looked slick and pouting. God, they aroused her before they really even put a hand on her.

Raine glanced at them both. That worried female part of her wondered if they’d like what they saw on display. They’d both seen everything she offered them now, but did either of them feel differently knowing they wouldn’t be taking her alone? It was probably a silly question. She had to believe they were here because they wanted to be, but nerves still wrenched her.

Hammer caressed his way up her arms. “You know, every time I see you, I want to fuck you.”

It wasn’t funny exactly, but she laughed.

“What’s given you a giggle?” Liam demanded, looking very stern. “He’s told you that he wants you.”

She tried to wipe the smile off her face. “I was standing here feeling insecure, and he put that to rest with one sentence in his usual eloquent way. It struck me as funny.” She sent a soft gaze to Hammer. “I’m not laughing at you, Sir.”

“You’d better not be. Talk about a red ass…” he muttered.

“I second that.” Liam smoothed a hand down her backside.

“Seems like you always want to spank me,” she teased.

“I do,” he admitted. “But like Hammer, I always want to fuck you, as well.”

It wasn’t the most romantic thing either of them had ever said to her, but it still made her feel beautiful and feminine. Wanted.

“I’m glad you both came, Sirs. I worried.”

“Your honesty is gorgeous, precious.” Hammer pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “There was no way we weren’t going to come for you.”

She shivered. “I’m still grateful you did. How can I serve you?”

More than likely, she should be bowing her head or something to show respect, but she really just wanted to look into their eyes and reveal to them both how earnest she felt. How much she loved them.

Judging from their sensual male smiles, they understood completely.

“You can start by putting your hands at your sides. Close your eyes. Spread your legs.”

Liam’s soft commands might as well have touched her where she needed it most. They ratcheted up her desire until it twisted her chest. But she did exactly as he’d bid, clasping her thighs lightly as she opened them and slid her eyes shut.

“Excellent,” he whispered in her ear, then nipped at her lobe with his teeth. “We’re going to take every inch of you in every way we can.”

Raine swallowed hard. Her knees nearly went out from under her.

“When we’re done, you’ll damn well know you’re ours,” Hammer growled in her other ear.

“Your job, love, is to give everything to us. No holding back. No reservations. No thinking about anything but what you need. Is that clear?” Liam asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Even her voice shook.

“Your safe word stands. What is it?”

Of course he knew, but he always verified with her. He always worried about her care.

“Paris, Sir.”

“Thank you, precious.” Hammer skimmed a hand down her right hip. “Are you wet?”

Excitement stole her breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“Prove it. Show me,” he barked.

She frowned, puzzling it out in her head. How? Finally, she lifted her hand from her thigh and dipped her fingers between her swollen folds, shocked to feel that she wasn’t just wet but drenched. She gasped when she skimmed her clit, wishing that one of them would—

“That’s enough.” Hammer grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand from her pussy and led it toward him.

A moment later, she felt the wet heat of his mouth surround her digits. His tongue cradled them, swirling and licking as he moaned. The air left her lungs in a rush. It didn’t make any sense, but the ache behind her clit became a throb.

“Do you like knowing he’s tasting you?” Liam asked in a low, seductive murmur.

Raine wanted to turn to him and beg him to kiss her, lay her back and touch her, get deep inside her—something to alleviate the ache. Her nails dug into her thigh and she bit her lip to hold in her begging. A dizzy fever swam in her head.

When she didn’t answer, Macen withdrew her fingers from his mouth. “I’ll take that as a no. It’s a shame, man. I wanted to taste that pretty cunt, but I guess she doesn’t want that.”

Was he crazy?

“I like it. I want it. Please…” No missing the pleading note in her voice, and she didn’t care. Let them know she wanted them more than anything. It was nothing but the truth.

“Please…” A note of steel rang in Hammer’s voice.

“Please, Sir.”

“Better,” he praised. But she still felt the loss of his body heat as he stepped away.

From her left, Liam’s fingers skimmed the long line of her spine, then dipped down to skate over the cleft of her ass. A moment later, his touch disappeared, too.

Absolute silence and still blanketed the room. Anxiety gripped Raine’s stomach. She wanted to ask what was wrong or open her eyes and see if they’d gone. Trust, she reminded herself. They wouldn’t come this far to leave her. She wouldn’t disobey because of her insecurities. They would give her the experience she craved if she let them.

After a calming breath, she centered herself and let the tension go.

“I’m very pleased, love,” Liam said, sounding somewhere behind her, closer to the ground. She didn’t have time to do more than frown in question before he raked his palms up her thighs. “Open your eyes and watch us.”

Her lashes fluttered up, and Raine looked into the mirror. She sucked in a stunned breath.

Hammer crouched in front of her, his mouth so close to her pussy. The heat of his breath, the strong inhalation as he drew in her scent, the urgent thumbs he used to part her folds all made her gasp.

He settled his mouth over her clit and sucked deep at the same time Liam parted the cheeks of her ass and rimmed her rosette with slick, insistent fingers.

Raine mewled as desire rolled through her in a fresh wave, igniting nerve endings and silencing her fears. Nothing but the gaping, jagged ache of need remained, stealing her thoughts and overtaking her every cell, every vein, every heartbeat.

Maybe she shouldn’t, but Raine reached out both to steady herself and to touch Hammer, rifling her fingers through his hair with a moan. He suckled her clit again, then laved it, toying with her, alternating the pressure and happily driving her out of her mind.

Behind her, Liam nipped at her cheek, his teeth gently digging, before he sank a finger inside her, shoving past the entrance, through the tight ring, right into the depths of her. Another followed, filling her with a snug tension that had her hitching in a breath. Then he kissed his way up her hip. His lips skated up her back as he stood, his body brushing hers and surrounding her with heat. Then he nipped across her shoulder blade, his mouth settling just below her ear.

“Are you liking this, love?” The sexy murmur all but dared her to say otherwise.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What is it you want?” He thrust his fingers a bit deeper, parting them slowly and preparing her. “Tell us.”

“I want you inside me,” she gasped. “Both of you. Please, Sirs.”

“I like the pretty way you beg.”

Hammer chose that moment to nip at her clit, then soothe it with the tip of his tongue. An electric shock of tingles burst under her skin. She tightened her fingers in his hair. Blood surged and pleasure swelled. She’d fantasized about this for longer than she even wanted to admit to herself. But the reality made her imaginings pale. Every sensation was so crisp and loud. Her heartbeat drummed. Her legs felt like noodles. Raine wanted to serve and please them after they’d done so much for her, but they enslaved her with these sensations. She couldn’t seem to do more than whimper.

“I guess that’s enough, Hammer,” Liam said. “She wants us to fuck her. Apparently, she doesn’t want to come on your tongue.”

“No,” she contradicted. “Please, Sir!”

“Don’t fuck you then, either?” He tsked at her. “Bloody demanding wench.”

“Please may I come on your tongue, Hammer? Then will you both fuck me?” Saying the words sounded odd, a little embarrassing, but that barely pierced the haze of her need. And Raine had no illusions that they not only wanted her to say exactly what she desired, but they expected it.

She refused to disappoint them.

“Listen to that, mate. You don’t have to guess what she wants now, do you?”

Hammer didn’t respond verbally, just groaned as he set his mouth over the top of her cunt, anchoring his tongue in her opening and sucking. His groan vibrated through her entire body.

“I think that’s his way of telling you to come,” Liam whispered, his tone silky. “Do it now—and anytime tonight you have the urge. We want your pleasure, every last bit of it. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to get out in one rushed breath before his fingers probed against sensitive nerves and Hammer’s mouth startled her with another rush of ecstasy.

The sensations stacked, one on top of the other, until she was sweltering, dizzy, losing her balance and her mind. And she didn’t care. The surge and rush of need slammed her. One more pull of Macen’s lips, one more second…

“We want to hear you scream, love, loud and often,” Liam demanded.

That wasn’t going to be a problem.

Reality shifted, slipped, as the supernova of sensation exploded, bursting over her senses, taking her strength and balance with it. She wailed out, a high-pitched keening that bounced off the walls and filled her ears, echoing in the room around them. Her womb pulsed. Her fists clenched in Hammer’s hair. With one hand Liam propped her up. With the other, his fingers filled her ass, wringing a staggering pleasure from her.

She ran out of air before the pulses stopped. With Hammer at the helm, the bliss seemed to last forever as they worked together to take every bit of her surrender and make it theirs.

Finally, panting, weak, stunned, she fell back into Liam’s arms. Hammer stood and smiled down into her face, licking his lips like a very proud man.

A wave of love rolled through her as she looked into his hazel eyes. They’d darkened to something closer to emerald, and she knew from their one night together that meant he needed her, too.

“You’re bad, Macen,” she teased weakly.

Hammer shrugged and pulled her into his embrace. “I don’t know. You made that sound like I was pretty damn good.”

Her smile widened.

Liam disappeared into the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to lift her in his arms. He laid her on the bed and covered her body with his own. As he swooped down to capture her mouth, she opened to him completely, rising up to crush their chests together, to take his tongue. For long moments, he’d played cool and collected, but she felt the urgency of his need now. He intended to put a stamp on her by making her crave him and scream for him, too.

Then he shimmied down her body, falling on her nipples that beaded and throbbed for his attention. He took one peak against his tongue and sucked hard, nipping and biting. A new wave of sensation formed almost immediately. She arched, trying to offer him more.

Hammer leaned over her. “Give him those pink nipples, Raine. Tell him you want them sucked.”

“I do. I want them sucked, Sir,” she managed to get out.

Above her, Liam growled.

Macen’s eyes glittered. “You’re going to get fucked, precious. It’s been exactly thirty days since I’ve felt you grip my cock. Since then, I’ve craved the chance to be inside you once more. I’m going to stretch you and tunnel my way inside that sweltering ass again. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Oh, god. His every word set her ablaze. “Yes, Sir.”

Liam pounced on her other nipple, making it every bit as tender and swollen as the first. He pinched the one he’d just worked, and every sensation jolted straight down to her clit. Her blood boiled as if she hadn’t had an orgasm three minutes ago. As if she hadn’t had one in the last five years.

“While I’m filling every bit of that ass,” Hammer went on, “Liam is going to stuff your pretty cunt with every inch he’s got. You’re going to be a good girl and take all we give you. You’re going to plead for us, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll hear every whimper and wail, won’t we?”

“I promise, Sir,” she vowed.

“And you’re going to come for us.”

It wasn’t a question.

She smiled. “I’ll be happy to.”

Liam looked up at her, his dark eyes blazing. “Minx.”

He gave her no time to even pretend to protest before he lavished more attention on her nipples. Biting, sucking, twisting, Liam was relentless, keeping at her until the little peaks crested hard, a little sore, but very well loved.

Until he’d used them so thoroughly, she felt herself crashing toward another climax.

As she panted and felt the flush creep up her body, Liam eased away and climbed off the mattress.

The moment he did, Hammer pulled her to her feet, facing the side of the bed. He hovered behind her. Liam positioned the mirror so that she could see herself…and they would be able to watch themselves penetrate her in whatever way they chose. She trembled.

When Liam had the mirror arranged, he bent to retrieve two items from his little black bag. One at a time, he threw them to Hammer. The first was something white and oblong. The second looked flat and square. Lube and a condom. She heard the fall of his zipper.

She turned to look at Hammer over her shoulder, searching for reassurance.

“You and I have done this part before, precious. I’ll start first. We know double penetration will be new for you. We’ll go easy. Just relax.” He caressed her shoulder, his lips skating up her neck.

No way would he hurt her. She nodded. “I will.”

Liam took up position on the bed in front of her, balancing on his knees, looming just slightly above her. “Look at me.”

Raine couldn’t have looked anywhere else if she tried.

“Good. Lean into me. We’ll take care of you.”

Behind her, she heard a delicate rip and knew exactly what Hammer was doing, what he had planned. Her insides danced with excitement, but she scanned Liam’s expression. How did he feel? Was he prepared for this? She wasn’t asking for more than a night; she couldn’t force them to have a relationship, after all.

His dark stare reflected back her passion, the need and yearning that had her reaching for him and leaning in, just as he’d asked.

As she drew closer, he took her mouth, sweeping inside with a slow, sweet seduction that made her toes curl into the carpet.

Hammer chose that moment to slide his slickened fingers over her opening and add to the lubricant Liam had prepared her with earlier. Just his touch there thrilled her, but knowing he meant to sink deep into her and that Liam would steady her, kiss her, while Macen did…

A breathless wave swept over her as Hammer withdrew his fingers. He didn’t wait an instant before he parted her cheeks and set the head of his cock against her opening. “You know what to do. Arch and push out. Take me, precious.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking into Liam’s eyes.

But he still looked steady, strong. She did everything Hammer asked as she stared up into Liam’s gaze, hoping he could see the pleasure she experienced and how grateful she was to him for making this possible.

As Hammer popped past her tight ring, he eased his way in, a slow, molasses glide all the way inside her, so deep, she swore she could feel him in every corner of her body. Once he’d plunged in completely, she arched and tossed her head back, reveling in the raw ecstasy of the moment.

Hammer grabbed her hair in his fist and nearly withdrew. “Kiss him to show us both how much you’re enjoying this.”

“Yes, Sir,” she eeked out, then reached up for Liam.

He met her halfway, his lips searching, parted, seizing her and making her feel so treasured.

Behind her, Hammer thrust his cock deep again. Liam’s tongue filled her mouth. The sensation of being owned rushed through her bloodstream, unlike anything else she’d ever experienced. Between them, wrapped in their passion, she felt small, female, possessed…and shockingly submissive. Just like the night she’d taken them both into her mouth and pleased them, she wanted to give them everything she could, whatever would thrill them. She felt desperate to show them how much she yearned to give of herself.

Then Liam caressed his way down her waist, her hip, trailing his fingers into her aching pussy, adding fuel to the fire. As he found her clit and rubbed in gentle, insistent circles, Raine grabbed onto his shoulders and looked at him helplessly. Her pleasure was in their hands. His stare told her she had nothing to worry about.

Hammer thrust deep again, harder, rougher than before. She wanted it, craved it.

He tugged on her hair. “You’re tightening on me, precious. Are you going to come?”

As incredible as it seemed, after the shattering orgasm they’d already given her, she would have thought it impossible. Instead, Raine knew it was inevitable. The pressure gathered. The blood collected. The need grew until she mewled into Liam’s kiss, all but begging for just a bit more pressure and a lot more relief.

As if they had some silent communication, they suddenly ramped up as one. Hammer shoved his way in, one hard shuttling thrust after the other, electrifying every sensitive nerve gripping his cock, while Liam circled and pinched her clit. They controlled her. They knew precisely what she needed. They had the power to give…or take away.

After another seductive swirl of his tongue around hers, Liam pulled free and settled his lips against her ear. “I can feel your clit hard on my fingers. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!” She could barely find a breath.

“Liam…” Hammer growled, and Raine could hear his will to hold back.

“Suck it up, mate. We can’t fail her.” Liam rubbed the pad of his thumb directly over her sensitive little bud, and she saw stars. “Now, love.”

Before he even got the words out, Raine twisted and screamed, arched and grabbed onto Liam for dear life as another cataclysm roared through her.

Hammer grunted, clutching her hip in a death grip, tugging on her hair as he fought for restraint. With a blistering stare, Liam watched her and groaned. The soundtrack merely added fuel to her fire. Everything inside her body beamed with ecstasy.

Slowly, the shattering stopped. She caught her breath. Hammer gentled his hold. Liam pulled away with a curse, tumbling to the floor and fumbling in that little black bag. Moments later, he ripped his jeans off and kicked them away, then sheathed himself. He clambered back onto the bed, teeth bared. He dipped under her and grabbed her hips, urging her onto the mattress to straddle him.

Raine climbed slowly, careful not to dislodge Hammer or disrupt his tight grip. Together, they positioned her over Liam’s swollen, angry cock. She fell forward on her hands and knees. Hammer pushed her down with his next stroke, driving Liam straight inside her, one agonizing inch at a time until he filled her completely.

The dual invasion stretched her. She felt stuffed, impossibly penetrated. At the same time, it changed every perspective she’d held about pleasure. This was…beyond.

“Are you all right?” Just from his voice, the effort to ask that question clearly cost Liam.

“Fine, Sir.” She stared down into his eyes. “Don’t stop. Please.” She didn’t bother to disguise her pleading. She needed what only they could give her too badly.

“Look at us,” Hammer commanded behind her, still sounding like he fought for control.

Raine turned her head to peer into the mirror Liam had positioned. She’d almost shied away from it earlier. Without Liam, the picture hadn’t been complete. But now… The image seared itself into her head and blew her away—her between them, looking so much fairer, smaller. Them surrounding her, muscled, male, and determined. Possession stamped their faces. Determination tightened their bodies as they pushed their way into her, alternating strokes, setting up a rhythm that kept the tingles skittering under her skin, the need pooling in her pussy, and the lava flowing in her veins. Love poured out in every direction as they gripped her, filled her, gave their all to her.

This didn’t feel like the one night she’d asked for. It felt like forever.

Another orgasm threatened to overtake her, and she looked at Liam, torn between panic and supplication.

As he ground up into her, sweat dripping from his temples with effort, he fused his stare with hers. “Don’t you hold out on us.”

Frantically, she shook her head, then cried out when the force and cadence of their thrusts notched up again. She wasn’t going to last. Neither were they. And she wanted to weep. This couldn’t end, not when she knew in her heart they could have so many more tomorrows together.

In seconds, the ecstasy would send her hurtling into the heavens. But she wanted to make one thing clear first.

“I love you both. Always.”

Liam gripped her waist and forced her down onto his surging cock. “I love you, too. I’ll never stop.”

“Yes, precious!” Hammer bellowed. “I said it. I meant it. I love you. It’s the fucking truth.”

The insistence of their words, the pounding of their bodies, the way they all breathed and swayed together—it felt like total devotion, like nothing less than love.

Her entire body gathered, pooling and swirling. The power of this climax buzzed in her head. Raine glanced in the mirror one last time. They moved as one, the ebb and flow of breaths and limbs, of thrusts and gasps and heartbeats all converged.

Deep inside her, she felt them swell, heard their cries of passion as orgasm gripped them. They held her tighter and shouted her name, hearts pounding against her as they seemingly poured everything from their souls into her.

The explosion hurtled her, a cataclysm that broke and remade her, remolding her into not just a woman, but their woman. As they fell into a heap together on the bed and the men murmured and caressed her, Raine knew that, no matter what, she’d feel like theirs for the rest of her life.

* * *

Raine curled around Liam, her soft exhalations whispering on his neck. Her sighs and cries of ecstasy still played in his head. With them, she’d been giving, open, honest—revealing the dazzling submissive and woman he’d always imagined. Raine had drowned in the bliss of their tandem assault, bravely rising again and again for more, taking them both deeper into her body, her heart, with such splendor it had left him stunned and breathless.

The night had been beyond his wildest fantasies. No comparison with what he, Hammer, and Juliet had shared once long ago. That had been a sex act. This? Adoration and worship. Love should feel every bit this connected and necessary. The reality blew his mind, and he drew her closer, sliding a gaze over to Hammer softly snoring beside her, a coveting hand on her belly.

The room hung heavy with their combined pheromones until every lungful of air stirred the replay in his head again. Closing his eyes, he let it flicker through from beginning to end again, every moment, every sigh, scream and shudder of bliss indelibly carved forever in his memory. She’d loved every second of it, bursting into life and love in a way she’d never done with him alone.

Part of him grieved for what would never be again. Now that ecstasy wasn’t ripping through him, so many of his insecurities came crashing back. Did Raine need Hammer because he alone wasn’t enough for her? Would having Hammer back in the picture mean that she eventually wouldn’t need him? Liam couldn’t forget the way his friend had pounded into her soft body so roughly at times. Liam had nearly stopped him once or twice. But Raine’s moans hadn’t been of distress. Far from it. As much as he hated to, Liam wondered where that left him in her heart.

The buzz of his phone in the pocket of his jeans had him easing away from Raine. He searched the floor for his pants. Who the devil would be calling him now? Everyone who mattered to him was under this roof.

Seeing the light spilling from the pocket, he slid it free as he walked with it into the bathroom and closed the door quietly, answering quickly before the sound woke the other two.

“Hello?”

“Where are you Liam? The people at this Shadows club won’t tell your wife where to find you.”

Bloody hell.

“Ex-wife.” She was in Los Angeles? At Shadows? “What do you want, Gwyneth?”

“You, of course. I need to see you. Now.”

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