it was never a problem. It no longer mattered who touched whom. The only important thing was that we were together. All of us, without limitations, shame, or inhibitions. They loved me, I loved them, and most importantly, they even loved each other.
In all my life, I'd wanted a bond like this. I'd longed for a group that would accept me as I was and help me to become more. Now I had it. Here, surrounding me, driving me steadily higher, they were the dream I'd always sought but never been able to find. The one thing I'd been so scared of, but refused to let go. These men, who were supposed to be so bad, were the ones that made me feel so good.
Hands caressed my body and each other's. Fingers tangled in my hair, and mine slid over rock-hard chests. I couldn't pay attention to everything, but it didn't matter. This felt good. I wasn't trying to think or keep track. I just wanted a little bit more, and to give what I could. I’d wanted to be one among the many, but they'd found a way to make me the focus of it all. Every thrust, each gasp, and all those touches were mine as my legion worshiped me. This was real. The pressure building inside me wasn't just a fantasy.
It was the proof that I was so much more than I'd ever imagined. I was theirs, and as I gave myself over to the scream of passion that fell from my throat as my orgasm hit, it didn't even matter that Sam leaned in to finish Nick off, that Bel swallowed as Luke couldn't take anymore, that Ronwe cursed as he came, that Bel pulled me against him, or that Sam collapsed forward with us. No, the only important thing was that I didn't feel bad at all.
I felt like I'd finally figured out how to get it right, and the stupid smile on my lips proved that these aftershocks of pleasure were my reward.
36
Sienna
That night, I ended up sharing a shower with Nick and then passing out in his bed. Just before I truly fell asleep, Luke joined us. And yet, when I woke up the next morning, I found myself on the edge of the bed instead of the middle. Luke was curled up against my back, with Nick hugging him. That meant someone had gotten up in the middle of the night, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember who.
Unfortunately, the wild night of sex had made us all forget the whole reason we went out in the first place. Not that I was complaining, but I had a feeling that Luke and I couldn't have been the only ones to learn something interesting. With so many missing people in town, it would be a miracle if it wasn't one of the biggest topics of conversation. But, first things first. I needed a little caffeine before I started thinking.
So, after slipping out of bed without waking the men, I found some clean clothes, brushed my teeth and got dressed in the bathroom, then headed downstairs. Oddly, the entire house was silent. It seemed I was the first person to wake up this time, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Listening to the stairs creak as I made my way down felt surreal.
On the first floor, I could hear the sounds of traffic outside and the subtle noises of the house shifting, but not much else. It felt lonely, and after spending so much time crowded so closely with the guys, I realized I didn't like it. And to think, only a few months ago, I hated the idea of moving in with them. My big concern had been my loss of independence. There had to be some irony to the fact that, if anything, I was stronger now than ever before - and a lot more confident.
As I passed the dining room on my way to the kitchen, movement caught my eye. The brilliant blue wings of God flapped slowly against the bouquet in the middle of the table. I smiled at the divine butterfly, but couldn't tell if the miniature dragon was awake. She was too small to make out the details from this distance, and coffee was a little more important than checking.
First, the carafe went into the sink under the running faucet to fill with water. Once that was doing its thing, I filled the