He gives me my first orgasm of the night, a brief shuddering of muscles and a choking gasp that falls from my throat as I try and fail to stay upright, crashing forward into Hael’s lap as the last shocks of pleasure overtake me. Hael holds me there while Callum finishes inside of me, my silken inner muscles pulsing and bringing him to climax the way centuries of evolution have taught men to do.

Primal. Basic. Animalistic.

We are all of those things, but we’re also so much more. There is so much fucking more to the Havoc Boys and me. It’s inexplicable. Impossible to recreate. This is one of those once in a lifetime—once in a handful of lifetimes—moments.

Cal slumps back, and I sit up, and then Vic is beckoning me like I’m being summoned to his throne room. His dark gaze sweeps the other boys, reminding them that the reason they’re so confused when he says that I belong to him, is because they’ve forgotten that they, too, also belong to him.

His pack. His wolves. His Havoc.

Victor takes me in his arms and sweeps his big hand into my hair, crushing my mouth to his in a flurry of sparks and light and heat, like an electrical storm on a warm, summer night when lightning crashes and rain pours. It’s like, Vic is the incoming elemental impact I never knew I needed. A force of nature.

He adjusts his grip to my ass, taking both cheeks in his greedy fingers, and then he moves to impale me on that massive dick of his, sinking me down until we’re fully joined together. Our eyes lock, our breathing quickens. I don’t even have to move because Vic is more than happy to do the work, rocking my hips with his hands, bringing his pelvis up off the floor to thrust into me.

And then, as if in the midst of a miracle, Victor invites the remaining gods in his court to join us. He lies back on the floor with me on top of him, straddling his cock and rolling my hips in search of more please. More, more, more. It’s all I can think about right now.

Sweat streaks my curvy, inked body as Aaron presses up close behind me, slipping his fingers into my mouth and encouraging me to suck and lip and nibble before he moves them to my ass. He inserts one and then the other, letting out a ragged moan against the side of my throat that has me bucking and writhing atop Vic, my nails digging into his chest.

For his part, our king holds onto my hips, gripping me tight, claiming me even as he deigns to share me. Even as he deigns to share his boys. Because, let’s be honest, that’s what he’s doing: sharing them with me. They were his first. He wrangled them, claimed them, marked them, even before I was a part of any of it. Sure, I was the catalyst, but I wasn’t truly a member of Havoc until he set that fucking crown on the top of my bloodied head.

Aaron warms my opening with those two fingers, groaning against my ear and then biting it sharply enough that I cry out and my cunt locks around Vic, making him grunt. We’ve been here before, the three of us, with Vic’s and Aaron’s positions reversed. Still, the wonder and awe in Aaron’s voice catches me right in the heart, as if this is brand-new all over again. “I can feel him inside of you, Bernie,” Aaron whispers, and I’m reminded of Cal remarking on the same thing, about how he could feel his cock with his fingers. “I can feel him.”

“Do you hate it?” I whisper, the movements of my hips slowing momentarily, my gaze still on Victor’s. He can hear what we’re saying, every word of it. He waits patiently, a smirk building on his face as his purple-dark hair falls across his forehead and fans against the dusty old floorboards of a long-forgotten house. A house that’s going to be ours, that’s going to belong to us.

And not just me and Vic: all of us.

“No,” Aaron breathes, and then he’s pulling his fingers out of me and pressing his still-slick shaft against my opening. He places his hand’s over Victor’s, tangling their fingers together, holding me captive.

The first push of Aaron’s cock against that tight, little opening is almost too much. My nails dig even harder into Vic’s chest, drawing blood, marking him. Because he is king, but I am queen. There is only one person in the universe that this alpha male will consent to belonging to and that person is me.

Aaron pushes a little harder, a little deeper, and this time, it’s Vic who lets out a ragged sounding groan.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, reminding me of our threesome in the master bedroom. It feels like when I’ve got Vic and Aaron at the same time, like they’re two halves of the same whole and they can only exist in relation to one another. Even as much as they despise each other sometimes, they love each other in greater measures. Always. “Fuck, that’s good.”

With another slow, savage movement of his hips, Aaron slides the rest of the way into me. If I thought I couldn’t breathe before, with Callum inside of me, then I really can’t breathe now. I’m stretched to the maximum, completely full of Havoc and yet, somehow, desperate for more.

“Callum,” Victor commands, and he doesn’t have to say anything more than that. Somehow, Cal knows exactly what his boss wants. He ends up in front of me, his feet on either side of Vic’s head. My eyes lift up to find Cal’s sapphire ones staring down at me. His prince-turned-villain mouth tilts up at the edges as he reaches out for my hand, and I give it to him, letting him curl my fingers around the base of his cock.

He doesn’t stop there, taking a gentle handful of my hair and pulling me forward so that my mouth engulfs his tip. With a sigh of agonized relief, Cal pumps his hips, filling my mouth and sliding his velvety length against my tongue.

“Oscar.”

That next command from Vic’s menace of a mouth is no less potent for being underneath Cal’s naked body or pressed right up against Aaron’s inside of me. He doesn’t care. He isn’t ashamed.

Our resident thespian kneels on my left side, his inked body nude, his cock thick and ready again despite having come so recently. They’re insatiable, my monsters. Oscar puts my hand on his cock and encourages me to pump him by tangling his fingers with my own. He controls the pace and the speed and the firmness of my grip.

“Hael.”

This command comes last, and with the slightest breath of apology, like Victor is trying to say something with actions that he struggled to say with words. Join us. I’m sorry that I kicked you out. You belong to me, too. We are more than just friends; we are and always will be family.

Hael mimics Oscar’s pose on my right side, taking my hand and putting it where it needs to go, begging me to squeeze and stroke and pleasure.

Fuck. Me.

For the briefest of moments, we’re just all tangled together and I’m touching and loving and feeling all my boys at once. His task completed, Victor redoubles his efforts, thrusting up and into me, making both me and Aaron cry out as he essentially fucks the both of us with his movements.

My clit swells and aches, and then Hael is reaching out and teasing it for me while I continue to stroke him, making my body shudder and quiver with the desperate need for climax. It happens quickly, and I’m left shaking and boneless, my muscles going taut as violent, savage pleasure tears through me.

The boys don’t let me stop though, using my cunt and my ass, working my mouth, keeping my fingers on their cocks. Callum comes first, fisting my hair in his hand, letting his pretty head fall back, blond hair painted gold by the candlelight. Flicking my eyes up, I can see all his tattoos, all his scars, that freshly healed pink slash on the front of his throat.