“Ice Queen,” Max murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. The way he says my nickname so tenderly makes me meltfurther.
“Not for much longer,” I whisper back. He smiles and without a moment’s hesitation leans over, shielding me from the others. I am lost to him as he pushes inside of me, lost to the way his blonde hair tickles the skin of my face as he moves above me, to the steady surety of his touch, to the flush of his pink lips as he kisses me and to the curve of his smile as he whispers my name. The feeling of him filling me with his length, sliding in and out of the warmth of my core, soon has me calling his name until we both comeundone.
“Damn it, Ice Queen,” he says. Max cups my face in his hand and presses a careful kiss against my mouth, removing himself gently. Then he pulls me into his arms and holds me, saying nothing until a feeling of peace and contentment blanketsme.
“That was beautiful,” Max says eventually. “I would stay here for the rest of my days if I could, but you want us all and I want you to have that. Bryce and Hud will take care of you now.” Max gently removes my arms and gets up. I watch him leave the room, the flush of our lovemaking still very evident on ourskin.
“Darling, come here,” I hear Bryce say. He is sitting on the sofa watching me with heavy lidded eyes. Hudson is sitting on the other sofa, his green eyes raking over my flushedskin.
“Take your top off,” Brycesays.
I stand, pulling my arms from my shirt, and unhook my bra, allowing my heavy, aching breasts to fall free of their constraints. Naked, my long hair falling around my shoulders, I approach Bryce. Hudson sucks in a shuddering breath as he watches me straddle Bryce’s lap then lower myself slowly over the velvety smoothness of his cock. Tipping my head forward, I gasp at the delicious feel of him stretching me. He runs his hands over my back from the base of my neck to the base of my spine and back again, allowing me a moment to take him fully. Our eyes lock and in an instant, I am on my back on the sofa, Bryce pounding into me. He lets out an unbridled cry as I take him, all of him, my nails digging into the skin of his back. Bryce doesn’t hold back, he is passionate and raw and virile and everything I hoped he would be. Trembling, he calls out my name repeatedly, the desperate need in his voice sending me crashing into a vortex of sensation as my body tightens aroundhim.
“Darling,” he utters, his body shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. Bryce kisses me deeply, claiming me with his mouth until my lips are bruised and my breath is ragged. Then he pulls free and lifts me in his strong arms, lays me gently in Hudson’s lap and walks away, leaving me alone with him. I am aching with want, on the cusp of losing myself entirely and I know it will take very little to send me over the edge once again. Max and Bryce have marked me as theirs and now it is time for Hudson to mark me ashis.
“Best ‘til last?” I ask, biting my lip. I am joking, of course, Bryce and Max mean as much to me as Hudson, yet I am nervous in his arms. He has this vulnerability about him, something that lurks just beneath the surface and I am drawn to it, to the broken parts of him. They call to me like a siren’s song and I find myself wanting to drown inthem.
Hudson smiles. “I am glad that I am the one who has the honour of taking you last. Are you ready, Louisa?” he says, brushing his lips against minesoftly.
“Yes,” I whisperback.
Hudson lays me against the sofa and kisses me slowly. He doesn’t touch me or move above me, he simply savours the taste of me. For long minutes that’s all he does, teasing me with his mouth, rendering me a writhing, hot, mess beneath him. Then he ever so slowly traces the tip of his tongue over the hard points of my nipples, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I go to grab his head, needing to pull his mouth over me, but he pins my arms to my sides as he continues to lick lower. His tongue swirls over my belly before his mouth rests over my sex. I try to buck against him, on the edge of losing my mind but he lets go of my arms and holds my hips steady, teasing and lapping against my swollen flesh until I can barely take any more. Then just as I am about to come, he pulls his mouth away and breathes warm air against me. The sensation has me squirming beneathhim.
“Hudson, please,” I whimper, a single, solitary tear leaking from myeye.
He pushes upwards, grabs the condom from by his side and rips the foil open, sheathing himself. I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my opening and I press my eyes shut, unable to contain myself as he lowers his body overmine.
“Open your eyes, Louisa. I want to look at you when you come,” Hudson says, as he pushes into me with slow, smooth, control. His lips graze mine as he slides in and out of me. He doesn’t rush, he takes his time moving with deep, even strokes, drawing me closer to the edge then bringing me back until I can barely stand it. Not once does he remove his eyes from mine, the sea-green colour of them like the calm before a storm. I can’t help myself, I sob as a rising rush of warmth, starting in my core, blooms outwards, overwhelming me with the intoxicating power of it as the most exquisite orgasm rips through usboth.
Once we have both come down to Earth from our sexual high, Hudson picks me up in his arms and walks me back to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. My body is liquified in the afterglow of the brothers’ devotion and I feel utterlyrelaxed.
Hudson cups my face in his hands, then brushes a soft kiss against my forehead. “Sleep, Louisa, and when you awake, we’ll be waiting for you. All ofus.”
I look up at Bryce and Max who have entered the room and something close to bliss settles over me as they both kiss me gently too. I have no idea what the future holds but right now, within the walls of Petite Cabane, I’m happy to suspend reality and lose myself to the avalanche of theirdesire.