Chapter 49
Scar’s POV
Dear Diary,
I’m obsessed with being in a throuple!
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Natalie had headed out with Dylan, so I chose to crash with Jace and Milo at their place. When I asked why we couldn’t just go to mine, Jace only said I’d understand soon enough.
He wasn’t kidding. His unit mirrored mine–same bones, flipped orientation–but the vibe was totally his. Cream tones, warm browns, everything deliberate. I ducked into my own place first to grab the basics: shampoo, conditioner, my brush, and a change of clothes.
Then they walked me to Jace’s bedroom, and I actually sucked in a breath.
The room was all pale blues and soft grays, clean and gorgeous. A massive king bed sat like a centerpiece, almost identical to the setup at Club Drei. Except this one had a metal frame… and chains.
And cuffs. One set at each corr
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“Kinky,” I murmured, letting my fingers trail over a cuff and the cool links.
“You’re not even close to ready for how kinky,” Jace said. He had stepped in behind me, close enough that his heat pressed into my back.
“I need a shower,” I breathed.
“Same,” Jace replied.
Milo had already turned the water on. When I looked over, he was completely naked, like the decision
had been made for all of us.
I let my eyes travel–hard muscle, sharp lines–and my mouth went dry in the best way. I heard fabric shift, turned, and Jace was bare too. Bulkier, heavier, just as unfairly beautiful.
“You two are so fucking hot,” I muttered.
Jace came to me and, sometime after the bonfire, I’d found my sundress again–he peeled it off me like it was in his way. His gaze snagged on my swimsuit, desire so obvious it made my skin prickle.
“That suit on you? Criminal,” he said, tugging one tie and then the next until my bottoms came apart. My top followed a second later, and suddenly I was exposed to both of them.
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“Fuck, Scar,” Jace rasped. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
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He kissed me–deep, hungry–his tongue sliding in to meet mine. I moaned into him, arms locking around his neck. His hands found my ass and lifted; my legs hooked around his waist, and his hard
cock pressed between us, rubbing against me.
“Bring it in here,” Milo called, already back by the shower.
I broke from Jace’s mouth long enough to take in the bathroom. It was as big as mine, but instead of a tub, it was all shower–huge glass, enough space that three bodies wouldn’t have to pretend.
We stepped under the spray. Jace went right back to my lips, devouring me, and Milo slid in behind me, mouth brushing my neck and shoulder. A loofah appeared in his hand; he worked it up with soap
and ran it over us both while Jace kept me distracted.
I was making pathetic little noises, all moans and breath. Milo turned me, and Jace guided me back
until my shoulders met the tile.
Jace groaned, and I looked down in time to see Milo rolling a condom onto him. Something in me lit up at the sight–Milo’s hands on Jace, confident and intimate. Milo helped angle him, and then Jace
pressed in.
I was already so wet he slid inside with almost no resistance.
We both let out a sound. The stretch was perfect–too much and exactly right. Jace started moving in
slow, drawn–out strokes, dragging against my clit as he pushed, and my legs trembled. His mouth
found mine again, kisses turning my brain soft.
Jace’s moans climbed, and when I glanced sideways, Milo had condom–wrapped himself too. He
positioned behind Jace, aligning carefully, and as he started to press into Jace’s ass, Jace’s thrusts
stuttered–shallower, needier.
It was obscene. It was beautiful.
I watched Milo sink in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. Jace buried his face in my neck and
made a rough, ruined sound.
“Hold on, baby,” Milo said, leaning in to kiss me. Then he began to move, slow at first, pumping into
Jace–and each time Milo drove forward, Jace’s hips shoved into me in response.
Milo kept kissing me while he built pace, and Jace cursed against my skin, voice breaking. The idea of being used from both sides at once–of being the one Jace was fucking while Milo fucked him–made
my whole body feel too tight.
I turned my face away from Milo’s mouth, pressing back to the wall. Jace dipped down, took one of
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my nipples into his mouth, and sucked hard.
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Milo’s thrusts sharpened. His breath went ragged, grunts punching out with every drive. The rhythm turned brutal; Jace’s mouth dropped from my breast with a wet sound as Milo slammed forward, and
with each snap of Milo’s hips, Jace’s cock hit deeper inside me.
I needed more. I needed release.
“Please,” I begged, shaking. “I need to cum. Please.”
Milo only laughed under his breath. He smacked Jace’s ass, and Jace came hard into the condom-
body locking, a groan tearing out of him. A minute later Milo followed, shuddering as he spilled.
I was left panting, empty in the worst way, aching so badly it made my eyes sting.
Jace pulled out, and I cried out without meaning to.
“No–please.”
“Easy, princess,” Jace said, kissing the tip of my nose like he wasn’t the reason I was about to combust. “This is your punishment.”
They stripped the condoms off and tossed them.
I was shaking with arousal and fury.
“Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll do it myself.”
I stormed out of the shower and into the bedroom, dripping water and not caring. I climbed onto the bed and dropped right in the center, spread wide, two fingers pushing into me while my other hand attacked my clit–fast, angry circles. I was right there, a breath from falling apart.
I thrust into my own hand, frantic-
And then both my wrists were caught.
My eyes flew open. Milo had my fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with his eyes closed like he
was savoring me. Jace leaned in and licked the other hand’s fingers, groaning.
“My favorite taste,” Jace murmured. “And you’re not cumming yet.”
Cuffs clicked around my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, even as my legs rubbed together uselessly, desperate for friction.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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