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And because he needed her too, because he’d been straining at the leash of his control for what felt like a lifetime, he didn’t wait another second, just pushed inside, bottoming out until they were both groaning, until he could feel Hanna’s sweet channel fluttering around him, straining to take him. It was carnal and filthy in the worst ways, but he loved the idea that she would feel him in the morning, that there would be evidence of what they had done in the pull of muscles and the memories of need.

“Do you need more, Nic?” Ash asked, pressing against Nicco’s ass. His voice was thick with heat, molten lava cutting through the last of Nicco’s reservations. Perhaps this was the worst idea he’d ever had, giving into these urges with the one person he should have been keeping safe, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself, not when he could feel Ash’s insistent need, or the bite of teeth along his collarbone.

“Yes…” He leaned back against Ash while filling Hanna with his cock. “Fuck, Han, you take me so good.”

“And you’ll take me so good,” Ash whispered. He slid his hand up Nicco’s throat, squeezing just a little bit, the sensation erotic and overwhelming in the extreme. And then he slipped his finger into Nicco’s mouth.

Nicco sucked hard, laving the digit while still trying to keep a steady rhythm in and out of Hanna’s tight body. He took the second finger Ash offered with the same desperate eagerness that seemed to be driving every single action, and let himself fall back against Ash’s hard, muscled chest.

In the next second, Ash was wrapping his hand around the base of Nicco’s cock and guiding it in and out of Hanna’s tight body, like they were all just sacrifices on the altar of lust and wickedness, and Hanna swore, dark, heady words fading to groans of desire.

He slid his slick fingers between Nicco’s cheeks, parting them until Nicco could feel the blunt press at his hole.

Ash’s words were harsh on his skin, more an imprint than a question spoken aloud. “Have you ever had someone fill you up, Nic?”

Nicco let out a shuddering breath. “Si, Diavolo,” he muttered. It was increasingly difficult to think with the feeling of Hanna sliding against him and Ash teasing at his sensitive muscle.

“Hmm, well as disappointed as I am that I don’t get to be your first…” He pushed the tip of one slick finger in. “I think I can take it as a personal challenge to make you forget all about them.”

He reached between them again, slicking Hanna’s wetness from Nicco’s cock, then stroking those wet fingers just a little harder, until Nicco’s body finally yielded, letting him in.

“So tight,” Ash managed, his words strangled. “You’re going to feel so good squeezing me.” He kissed Nicco’s neck. “This will be cold, Angel, but I promise to warm you up.”

Nicco felt the drizzle of lube along his skin, and then Ash was pressing so much more than fingers against his hole.

“Fuck.” He surged forward, filling Hanna at the same instant Ash pushed into him.

Time seemed to slow, Hanna pulsing around Nicco’s cock, Nicco pulsing around Ash’s, and Nicco felt every sensation, the slide of skin, the burn of hot, filthy words, encouraging, urging, Hanna’s nails burning the flesh of his shoulder, where her leg notched at his hip, where Ash pinned that leg in place, keeping them all tangled, connected, burning together in a single fluid motion of pleasure and connection and need like he’d never experienced before.

“Nic…” Hanna said his name like a prayer, and already he knew her tells, the way she was holding onto the edge of her pleasure with white fingers.

“You’re going to come around my cock, Leone,” he groaned. “Come for me while he fucks the both of us.”

Hanna screamed as she lost control, gripping the sheets with her fingers and his cock with her pulsing cunt as she milked him for all he was worth.

“Ash, please…” It was Nicco’s turn to beg, because Ash was fully inside him, sliding slow, languid strokes against sensitized muscle. “Get us there.”

“Be my fucking pleasure,” Ash bit out. “One more time for us, Hanna. One more time around Nicco as he fills you and I fill him.”

She shook her head. “I can’t… It’s too much.”

Nicco slid his fingers to the apex of her thighs, stroking her swollen clit. “You can, baby. You can take it.”

He stroked her slowly, teasing at her clit until she was squirming and begging, distracted only in the moment Ash pinned his cock right at that spot that made Nicco see stars. “I’m right there, Leone. Finish with me. With us.”

And then he pinched, a little too rough, and a little too hard, but he knew now what it took for all of them, what they needed to plummet into their release, and Hanna’s need for sharpness and rough edges matched Ash’s, matched his own, and she swore as she spilled, her tightening body enough to steal Nicco’s own control, until his release was slamming him hard in the back. He thrust again then shuddered, spasming inside Hanna and clenching around Ash at the same time.

Ash bit his shoulder, claiming Nicco as Nicco fell into the sweet abyss of pleasure, muttering dark promises as he filled Nicco in the most intimate and sinful way possible, as the three of them shared a cataclysmic connection, true and timeless and innate, as they fell back into their bodies, back into each other, clinging and shaking and holding on for dear fucking life.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“I thought you quit.”

Ash closed the door to the porch carefully. Hanna was asleep on the other side of the small cabin, and with everything going on, she needed her rest.

Nicco stood at the railing, looking out over the vast Montana landscape. Out in the mountains, with no light from the big cities or wires cutting through the sky, it was as if they were in a world entirely of their own, hidden away, safe.

Ash swallowed hard. Hanna wasn’t safe. Grace wasn’t safe.