The dual sensation—Kane’s tongue and fingers between my legs, Silas’s mouth on my chest—made a broken sob spill out of me.

Riot shifted higher, knelt beside my head, and freed himself from his jeans. He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. He didn’t ask. He just guided the head of his cock to my lips.

“Open for me, little bird.”

I did. He pushed in slow, not deep at first, letting me feel the weight of him on my tongue. The taste of clean skin and salt filled my mouth. Kane added a third finger and curled them, pressing against that spot inside me that made my thighs...