They had to earn me. Each of them.

  Just before I crested the next ridge, I glanced back—and I knew. There, across the white expanse, one of them had stepped out onto the riverbank. Far enough to make it a challenge still. Close enough that my heart slammed into my ribs.

  I couldn’t see who it was. Their snow gear squared out his shape, and the hockey mask was enough to give me a jolt of fear-laced desire. The shadows concealed the rest of him, but my body recognized his, whether my mind could name him or not.

  The hunger.

  The promise.

  The challenge.

  This one, at least, was getting closer.

  Exhilaration sprinted through me as I smiled and turned, forcing my tired legs to run again, breath fogging in the cold, heart racing. The cabin couldn’t be far now.

  But neither was he.

  Come and get me.

  The figure caught me just as I reached the cabin, his grip like a vise around my waist, his hard arms wrapping around me with a force that left me breathless. The roughness of his arousal pressed insistently against me, a promise of what was to come. He managed to get the door open with one hand, his other never leaving my body, and pushed me inside with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubt.

  Inside the cabin, the air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of pine. He said nothing, his breathing heavy and ragged, as his hands moved with rough, efficient movements punctuated by sound of zippers being tugged down to strip down my snow suit. The fabric tore under his urgent touch, and to my utter thrill, he ripped my soaked leggings down, along with my panties, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

  Then, with a single, hard thrust, he entered me, making me scream. The sound echoed through the small cabin, a primal cry of need and desire that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. I clawed at the table with my gloved hands, the wood rough and unyielding beneath my fingers, as he fucked me hard and fast. Each thrust was a claim, a promise, and a demand all at once, and I met him with equal fervor, my body arching to meet his.

  His hands were everywhere, teasing and tormenting me with expert precision. Hard fingers found my clit, circling and teasing it with a ruthless intensity that had me gasping for breath. Another hand slid up under my jacket, pinching my nipples with a force that sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core. I was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need and desire, and I knew I was his to command.

  It was brutal, passionate, and everything I could have asked for. The release detonated through my system, a wave of pleasure so intense that it made me sob. But even after I came, he stayed stiff inside me, his body demanding more. As my breathing returned to a semblance of normalcy, he began to power into me again, and I realized that he was going to keep fucking me until we both couldn't take it anymore.

  Laughter-infused tears spilled down my face as I pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with a fervor that matched his own. It was everything I had ever wanted, a primal dance of desire and need that left no room for anything else. The sound of the door opening and the wash of cold air alerted me to a new arrival, and I heard the muttered oath as my captor continued to fuck me relentlessly, the rhythm of our bodies never faltering.

  A new presence in the room only heightened my arousal, the knowledge that we were not alone adding a new layer of intensity to the encounter. My captor's grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding, as if he was determined to mark me as his own before anyone else could claim me. I met his every move with equal intensity, my body on fire with need and desire, until we both reached the peak of pleasure once more, our cries of release mingling in the air.

  As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed against the table, my body slick with sweat and my breath coming in ragged gasps. But my captor was not done with me yet. He flipped me over, his eyes dark with desire and determination, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me again, his body demanding more, always more.

  I met his every thrust with equal fervor, my body arching to meet his, as we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain. The new arrival watched us with a hunger that matched my own, his presence adding a new layer of intensity to our encounter. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my body alive with need and desire, as we fucked with a ferocity that left us both breathless and spent.

  When we finally collapsed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I knew that I was forever changed. This was more than just sex; it was a claiming, a promise, and a beginning. And as I lay there, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure, I knew that I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

  The man fucking me stilled, his cock still deep inside me, and I could feel his release pulsing into me, a drug that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. A grunt of sound escaped his lips, a primal, satisfied noise that sent a shiver down my spine. I was lost in the sensation, my body on fire with need and desire, when I realized that the third man was there, his presence a silent promise of more to come.

  The second man approached me, his pants open and the long, hard length of his cock in his hand. He brushed it against my lips, and I opened for him without hesitation, a soft "Oh, fuck yes" escaping my lips. He pushed into my mouth, his grip on my hair tight and demanding, as he began to fuck my throat with a fierce intensity that matched the man still buried deep inside me.

  A moment later, the third man replaced the first, his cock sliding into me with ease, coated in the generous cum left by his predecessor. I screamed around the cock in my throat, the sound muffled and primal, as the third man began to thrust into me with a relentless rhythm. The roughness of it was a kind of beauty, hard, fierce fucking that left me breathless and wanting more.

  They pushed and pulled me between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they claimed me, used me, and filled me with a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. I fought to stay focused, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and need, as hands slid under my jacket, palming my nipples with a rough, demanding touch.

  The pleasure was blazing and consuming, a fire that burned through every nerve ending, every fiber of my being. For the first time since the heat struck, I felt whole, complete, as if every piece of me had finally clicked into place. The men were relentless, their bodies demanding and taking, and I met their every move with equal fervor, my own need matching theirs in intensity.

  The man in my throat hit the back of it, his grip on my hair tightening as he held me there, his cock pulsing with his impending release. The man between my legs was just as demanding, his thrusts growing more urgent, more desperate, as he chased his own pleasure. I was caught between them, a plaything for their desires, and I reveled in it, my body alive with sensation and need.

  As they both reached their peak, their releases filling me, I felt a sense of satisfaction, of completion, that I had never experienced before. It was raw, primal, and perfect, and I knew that I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. The men pulled away, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I collapsed onto the table, my body slick with sweat and my mind a blur of pleasure and satisfaction.

  In that moment, I was theirs, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Two

  JAY

  My body trembled from the force of my release as she choked on my cock, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop of my cum. I stared down at her, my breath coming in ragged gasps, not saying a word because Roan had ordered us to maintain silence when we caught her. We would give her everything, but no names, no declarations, let her have the pleasure of anonymity. And I wanted more of that.

  Rhett was bracing his hands on the table, still buried deep inside her, his body tense with the effort of holding back. None of us were naked, but that's all I wanted—to strip her bare and have her over and over again. Roan moved around us, his control a thing of legends, but suddenly he was in front of her, waving me away.

  Her lips were swollen from sucking me, her beautiful mouth red and puffy, and she stared up at Roan, dazed, as he pushed his cock against her lips. He was absolutely ruthless in fucking her throat, his hips moving with a fierce, demanding rhythm.

  For all his control, his demand had my cock stiffening all over again. I watched as Roan took his pleasure, his grip on her hair tight and unyielding. Rhett and I locked eyes through the masks, a silent communication passing between us. We did rock, paper, scissors, and when my rock crushed his scissors, I could practically hear his swearing. But he pulled out, his cock glistening with her arousal and his own release, and I moved to fuck that sweet cunt of hers.

  She was absolutely filthy from them both, her body slick with sweat and cum, and I gathered up the evidence of their pleasure, pushing it back inside her before I thrust in. Her body bucked upward, a gasp escaping her lips, and I used my fingers, sticky with their cum, to begin to tease her asshole. She was going to need to be able to hold both of their knots, and that started now.

  I could feel her resistance, her body tensing as I pushed a finger into her tight, virgin hole. But I was relentless, my touch firm and demanding, as I prepared her for what was to come. She moaned around Roan's cock, the sound muffled and primal, and I knew that she was lost in the sensation, her body alive with need and desire.

  Rhett moved behind me, his hands on my shoulders, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "Fuck her hard, Jay. Make her take it all." And I did, my hips moving with a fierce, unyielding rhythm as I claimed her, used her, and filled her with a pleasure so intense that it left us both breathless and wanting more.

  As I thrust into her, I could see Roan's cock pulsing in her throat, his release imminent. It was erotic as hell. We were all on the edge, teetering on the brink of pleasure and satisfaction. And I was determined to push her over that edge, to make her scream and sob and beg for more, until we were all spent and sated, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, and our minds a blur of pleasure and desire.

  Her wild need for us was intoxicating, her body a playground of primal desire that I couldn't get enough of. She was fucking gorgeous, all shattered and broken from her heat, her eyes glazed with lust and her skin flushed with arousal. The way she responded to us, the way she took everything we gave her and begged for more, was a sight to behold.

  I wanted to mark her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way. The thought of her belonging to us, of her being ours to use and pleasure, drove me wild with need.

  Her inner muscles clenched around me, her body on the edge of another orgasm, and I was close too. The sight of her, so beautiful and debauched, her body slick with our combined releases, was almost too much to bear. I wanted to watch her come undone, to see her fall apart in our arms, and I knew that we would all be there to catch her, to hold her, to love her.

  As we reached the peak of pleasure together, our cries of release mingling in the air, I knew that this was just the beginning. We would have her over and over again, in every way possible, until she was completely and utterly ours. And I couldn't wait for the next time, for the next chance to lose myself in her, to drown in the primal, all-consuming need that she aroused in me.

  The heat of my breath against my mask was almost too much as I pulled out. I gathered up more of our come, using it to lubricate my fingers as I returned to working on her ass, scissoring to loosen her up. The knot from either Rhett or Roan was going to be a tight fit, and I wanted to make sure she was ready for it.

  Her resistance was palpable, her body tensing as I pushed a second finger into that tight puckered hole. She kept clenching violently against me, pushing out and pulling at the same time. A low, husky sound escapes her as I relentlessly ready her. Yes, it was different and overwhelming, but fuck I wanted her. No pain for her, not that we couldn’t ease.

  She was panting, her eyes glassy as she began to toss her head from side to side, writhing on the table, lost in the sensation. The sight of her, so wild and abandoned, was almost too much to bear.

  Roan caught her by the throat, his grip firm but gentle, as he whipped off his mask, then pinned her with a long, deep kiss that had her moaning so hard, I could feel my cock stirring to life once more. The sound of her pleasure, the sight of her surrendering to him, was intoxicating, and I wanted to join them, to lose myself in her once more.

  Taking my cue from Roan, I ripped off my own mask. The cooler air was a relief against my face. Rhett had the fire going, the crackling flames casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. I was really glad that we had made sure to rent this place. It was the closest to the cabin she’d rented and no way in hell did I want unexpected visitors. Not when we could indulge in our wildest desires, where we could explore every inch of her body and every depth of our need.

  As Roan broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps, he looked over at me. For all that her need and his body’s own demands held him fast, he wasn’t bowing to it fully. He held part of himself back, maintained control—command.

  Right now, what he wanted was for me to get her ready. Because despite her orgasms and our own releases, she was already starting to move. Her heat was like a star going super nova, intense, consuming, and utterly devastating.

  “I have it,” I told him, my voice sounded rough to my own ears. Then he lifted his head to glance at Rhett. The other man was already there. At some point, he’d stripped his clothes off and between the three of us, we removed the rest of Wren’s. She arched her back, her nipples hard points of dark pink perfection. I paused to bite the side of her breast, sucking hard against the softness until she let out a hiss and tangled her fingers in my hair.

  The mark darkened slowly against the golden gleam of her skin. My mark. That satisfied me. Once she was naked, we shifted her, lifting her until we could settle her on Rhett’s waiting cock. Another moan left her as he filled her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and I wanted her to do that to me.

  With quick movements since my cock was already hard as a stone and dying to be back inside of her, I stripped the rest of my clothes and moved to stand behind her.

  When Rhett glanced up at me, there was a wild grin that was almost a grimace tightening his mouth. He wanted to let go and just rut, but not yet. We had to take the edge off, and get her ready— With a grunt, he stabilized her hips as he began to pump his in a fierce, unyielding rhythm to drive up into her.

  I used more of the cum he pushed out of her to lube up my dick and her ass once more before I pressed the tip of my dick against the tight rosette of her hole. Her whole body tensed as I began to push in, but Rhett distracted her with his thrusts.

  Her slick coated my thighs from where I’d had her earlier, and the scent was the darkest, sweetest aphrodisiac to my system. Relentless, I pushed past that first ring of muscle. Far from truly loose, she still took and took as I fucked into her. The grip of her ass was unimaginably intense. Even as I bottomed out, I wrapped her hair around my fist. The thin barrier separating me from Rhett let me feel his cock moving inside of her.

  “Fuck,” Rhett swore, as we kept her in place and on his next thrust, I began to move. We seesawed her between us, moving in sync with a rhythm developed on the ice but Wren was so much more than a puck or a championship⁠—

  So.

  Fucking.

  Much.

  More.

  Tightening my grip in her hair, I pulled her head back so she would arch her body—fuck, right there. The position was perfect and I kissed her. It was the first time my mouth brushed over hers. Like a drug sliding into my system, the taste of her wound through me, leaving a fiery trail to mark her path. The brand soaked into my skin, my muscle, and scored my bones.

  “More,” she cried against my lips. “More.”

  Happy to oblige, we increased our tempo, our thrusts, our force and her cries were the symphony of pleasure I craved. The bloom of her scent…

  Her scent in heat was a rich, intoxicating lushness that wrapped around me like a velvet cloak, drawing me in and ensnaring my senses. It was a heady mix of musk and honey, a primal aroma that spoke of untamed desire and unbridled passion. The air around us was thick with it, a heady perfume designed to drive even the sanest man mad.

  Her heat was a living, breathing thing, a tangible force in the room with us. It pulsed and throbbed through her body, tore at ours as she cried out in need. The fire crackled in the background, the sound a staccato beat to underscore the slapping of flesh on flesh.

  The sudden clamping of her muscles was my only warning of her orgasm. I dragged my head up, releasing her mouth as my hips stuttered. The release this time was almost a dry one, it hurt and felt so fucking amazing at the same time. The perfection of pain because this was Wren.

  Our Wren.

  Rhett let out a roar as he came. The gush of his release and her slick made a hell of a mess between us. He cupped her face and pulled her down for a devouring kiss. The moment expanding until it blocked out the world.

  We were in a bubble of pure passion illuminated by the flames licking over the logs in the fireplace, perfumed in musk and need kissed by cedar of the cabin itself. The three of us seemed to suspend there, panting. Sweat dripped down my spine. Hers glistened on her skin and I licked up the line of her throat before I bit down on the side of her neck.

  She gave a start, her inner muscles clenching so tight she threatened to squeeze every last drop of my release. It was hers. All hers. Every fucking thing I had was hers. Rhett let out a low groaning growl as the respite proved almost too short. A little mewl of sound escaped her as she began to writhe again and his cock stiffened.

  “Water,” Roan ordered. “Clean up.”

  The words sliced right through the haze of need starting to cloud around us and I pulled back, slowly. Wren began to shake, tears tracking down her face.

  “Shh,” Roan ordered, his hand replacing mine in her hair as he began to pet her. Rhett started to thrust, but a snap of a look from Roan stilled him. I hated leaving her body and it grasped at me, wanting me to stay, but Roan was right.