Callum's withdrawal left Samantha hollow, aching, the sudden absence of his heat making her skin prickle with phantom sensation until Kai's palm smacked against her ass with a wet crack that sent fresh sparks skittering up her spine.
Marcus's fingers twisted in her hair, wrenching her head back further as Kai crowded behind her—his arousal dragging through the mess between her thighs with deliberate, filthy friction before notching against her entrance, the blunt pressure just shy of unbearable.
Callum's breath hitched against her throat when Kai sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, the stretch bordering on pain until Marcus dragged his bloodied thumb across her tongue again—copper and salt flooding her senses as her body yielded with a shuddering gasp.
