Chapter 5: Claiming the Bride
The cool stone of the fireplace pressed suddenly, sharply, against Maya’s bare shoulder blades. Olivia had spun her with surprising force, the world tilting for a dizzying second before her back hit the rough-hewn rock. Firelight painted Olivia’s face in stark, flickering relief – jaw clenched, eyes dark pits of intensity, the earlier vulnerability buried deep beneath something fiercer, hungrier. The heat from the flames licked at Maya’s exposed skin, a counterpoint to the chill of the stone.
"Now," Olivia growled, the word rough, scraping against the crackle of the fire. Her hands, strong and insistent, slid down Maya's bare arms, past her waist, and hooked into the delicate lace of her panties. The gesture wasn't gentle; it was a claiming. "Let's see what happens when I take control." She tugged, not enough to rip, but enough for the thin lace to bite into Maya's hips, pulling her pelvis forward, flush against Olivia's thigh. Maya gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to brace against Olivia's shoulders, fingers digging into the soft fabric of Olivia's top.
"Whoa, Liv," Chloe's voice cut through the tension, calm but carrying an edge. She stood a pace away, one arm draped casually around Sarah's shoulders, holding the younger woman close. Sarah was rigid, her glasses reflecting the fire, her mouth slightly open as she watched, utterly transfixed. "Easy. Control doesn't mean breaking the merchandise." Chloe’s gaze flickered to Sarah, then back to Olivia. "Sarah just found her courage. Don't scare it back into hiding."
Olivia didn't take her eyes off Maya. Maya could feel the tremor running through Olivia's body, a tightly coiled spring of frustration and desperate need. Her gaze dropped to Maya’s mouth, then lower, to the lace stretched taut by her hands. "She looks like she can take it," Olivia murmured, her voice low, pitched only for Maya. She leaned in, her breath hot on Maya's cheek. "Don't you, princess? Tired of playing the good bride?"
The words, the proximity, the rough grip on her underwear, the searing heat at her back – it sent conflicting currents through Maya. Fear, yes, a prickle along her spine. But beneath it, deeper and more insistent, a molten surge of response. The control freak in her recoiled, screaming about David, about the wedding, about this being way, way too far. But the woman pinned against the stone, her body humming with unfamiliar electricity, felt something else entirely. Olivia’s intensity was terrifying, but it wasn't cruel. It was raw, unvarnished desire, demanding an answer.
"She's not a doll, Liv," Chloe said, stepping closer, her hand leaving Sarah's shoulder to rest lightly on Olivia's bicep. Not restraining, just present. "She's Maya. Ask her." Her green eyes met Maya's over Olivia's shoulder, holding her gaze. "What do you want, Maya? Right now. Forget the rest."
Maya swallowed, her throat tight. The fire roared. Sarah made a tiny, involuntary sound, her knuckles white where she gripped her own elbows. Olivia’s grip on the lace loosened a fraction, waiting. The question hung in the heat-thickened air. Maya felt the weight of it, the pressure from Olivia’s body, the heat of the fire, Chloe’s expectant gaze, Sarah’s wide-eyed stare. The image of David’s necklace, forgotten on the coffee table, flashed in her mind, cold and accusatory. Then it dissolved, burned away by the immediate, visceral reality of Olivia’s proximity, the ache blooming low in her belly where Olivia’s thigh pressed.
"Yes," Maya breathed, the word escaping like steam. It wasn't loud, barely more than a whisper against Olivia's skin. But it was clear. "Yes." Her hands, braced on Olivia's shoulders, slid upwards, tangling hesitantly in the dark hair at the nape of Olivia’s neck, pulling her fractionally closer.
A shudder ran through Olivia. The fierce mask cracked, just for an instant, revealing a flicker of surprise, maybe even relief, beneath the hunger. Her eyes searched Maya’s face, finding the consent there, the mirrored heat. She didn’t smile. Instead, her gaze hardened again, refocusing. "Good," she rasped.
Her hands moved. Not roughly this time, but with deliberate purpose. One slid around to cup Maya’s ass, pulling her impossibly closer, grinding her pelvis against Olivia’s thigh. The friction was immediate, intense. Maya gasped, her head falling back against the stone, eyes squeezing shut as sensation ripped through her. Olivia’s other hand hooked back into the lace, but this time, instead of pulling, her fingers slid beneath the elastic waistband, tracing the sensitive skin just above Maya’s pubic bone. Maya whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.
Olivia leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Maya’s ear. "That’s it," she murmured, her voice a low thrum that vibrated through Maya’s bones. "Let go. Just feel." Her exploring fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of the lace, teasing the slick heat beneath. Maya cried out, her fingers tightening in Olivia’s hair, her body arching off the stone, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of Olivia’s commanding touch.
Chloe watched, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. She glanced at Sarah, whose breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. Sarah’s gaze was fixed on Olivia’s hand disappearing beneath Maya’s underwear, on the way Maya’s body moved against Olivia’s. The shyness was still there, warring with a dawning, wide-eyed fascination. Chloe leaned close to Sarah’s ear, her voice a conspiratorial murmur. "See how she responds? That’s what real want looks like. No thinking. Just feeling." Chloe’s hand drifted down Sarah’s arm, her fingers intertwining with Sarah’s trembling ones. "Don’t be afraid to watch. Learn."
Sarah didn’t pull away. Her hand tightened almost convulsively around Chloe’s. She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving the heated tableau by the fire. Olivia’s fingers moved with more insistence now, a rhythmic pressure against Maya’s core through the thin barrier of lace. Maya’s whimpers had turned into low, continuous moans, her body undulating helplessly against Olivia’s thigh and hand. Her eyes flew open, glazed, unfocused, meeting Olivia’s intense stare. There was no shyness left in Maya’s expression now, only desperate, abandoned need.
Olivia’s own breathing was ragged. The fierce control she’d wielded moments ago seemed to be fraying at the edges, consumed by the heat she was stoking in Maya. Her gaze dropped to Maya’s mouth again. She dipped her head, capturing Maya’s next moan with her own lips. The kiss was hard, demanding, a mirror of the possession in her touch. Maya kissed back with equal fervor, a raw, uninhibited response that seemed to surprise even herself.
Chloe chuckled softly, the sound low and rich against Sarah’s ear. Her free hand drifted from Sarah’s grip to rest lightly on her waist, a warm, grounding presence. "See?" Chloe breathed. "Freedom."
Olivia broke the kiss, panting. Her fingers, still working beneath the lace, pressed harder, finding a rhythm that made Maya cry out, her body tensing like a bowstring. Maya’s eyes squeezed shut again, her head thrashing slightly against the stone. She was trembling violently, balanced on a knife-edge. Olivia watched her, utterly absorbed, the firelight catching the sheen of sweat on her brow, the fierce concentration etching lines around her eyes. "Come on, Maya," she urged, her voice thick. "Let it go. For me."
The command, the possessiveness in it, tipped Maya over. A strangled cry tore from her throat, sharp and raw, echoing off the cabin walls as her body convulsed against Olivia’s hand, against the stone fireplace. Her fingers clawed at Olivia’s back, pulling her closer as wave after wave of intense, shuddering release crashed through her. Her legs buckled; only Olivia’s strong arms and the unyielding stone held her upright. The fire roared, indifferent, casting their tangled shadows wildly across the taxidermy eyes and unsmiling faces in the old photographs on the walls.
As the tremors subsided, Maya slumped, boneless, against the stone, her breathing ragged gasps. Olivia held her, her own breathing uneven, her forehead resting against Maya’s damp temple. The fierce mask was gone, replaced by a look of dazed wonder, almost disbelief. She slowly withdrew her hand from beneath the lace, her fingers glistening faintly in the firelight. She looked down at them, then back at Maya’s flushed, utterly spent face.
Chloe’s smile widened. She turned fully to Sarah, who was staring at Maya’s expression, a mixture of awe and something akin to hunger flickering in her dark eyes behind the glasses. Chloe traced a fingertip along Sarah’s jawline, turning her face gently towards her own. Sarah’s gaze shifted, wide and vulnerable. "Your turn to feel something new?" Chloe murmured, her voice a velvet promise. She leaned in slowly, her lips hovering a breath away from Sarah’s. "Let me show you." Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut, a tremor running through her as Chloe finally closed the distance, her kiss starting soft, coaxing, a world away from Olivia’s fire but no less potent. Across the room, Maya’s heavy-lidded eyes drifted open, landing on the piano in the corner, its dark wood gleaming silently in the firelight, watching.
Across the room, Maya’s heavy-lidded eyes drifted open, landing on the piano in the corner, its dark wood gleaming silently in the firelight, watching. The cool stone still pressed against her back, Olivia’s solid warmth a grounding presence against her side. Maya felt boneless, adrift in the aftermath, the roaring in her ears slowly subsiding to the crackle of logs and ragged breaths – hers, Olivia’s, and… Sarah’s soft gasp.
Chloe’s kiss deepened, her lips moving against Sarah’s with practiced ease. Sarah remained frozen for a heartbeat, her hands hovering awkwardly near Chloe’s waist. Then, tentatively, her fingers brushed the soft fabric of Chloe’s top, curling slightly. A low hum of approval vibrated in Chloe’s throat. She pulled back just enough to see Sarah’s face, her green eyes bright, searching. Sarah’s glasses were slightly fogged, her cheeks flushed crimson beneath the firelight. "Okay?" Chloe murmured, her thumb tracing Sarah’s jawline.
Sarah nodded, a jerky, almost imperceptible movement. Her gaze flickered past Chloe, landing briefly on Maya slumped against the fireplace, Olivia’s arm still loosely draped around her waist. Seeing them seemed to unlock something. Sarah’s breath hitched. "Yeah," she whispered, the word barely audible. "Okay."
Chloe’s smile was pure warmth, devoid of Olivia’s earlier fierceness but no less compelling. "Good girl," she breathed, her voice like velvet. Her hands, resting lightly on Sarah’s hips, slid upwards, tracing the curve of her ribs beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. Sarah shivered, her eyes widening behind her lenses. Chloe’s fingers found the hem. "This," Chloe said softly, her gaze locked on Sarah’s, "is coming off." It wasn’t a question.
Sarah swallowed hard. Her hands, still resting near Chloe’s waist, trembled slightly. She glanced down at Chloe’s fingers, hooked under the fabric. The air felt thick, charged. Maya watched, a strange detachment mixing with a renewed, low thrum of interest deep inside her spent body. Olivia shifted beside her, her own breathing steadier now, her attention also fixed on Chloe and Sarah. The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks upwards.
Slowly, deliberately, Chloe began to lift Sarah’s shirt. Sarah lifted her arms stiffly, like a marionette, allowing the fabric to slide up over her stomach, her ribs. The firelight caught the pale, smooth skin of her midriff. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then forced them open, staring resolutely over Chloe’s shoulder at the taxidermy deer head mounted above the piano. Her breath came in shallow puffs. The shirt cleared her breasts, revealing a simple, practical cotton bra. Chloe paused, letting the shirt bunch around Sarah’s upper arms. "Look at me, Sarah," she instructed gently.
Sarah’s gaze snapped back, meeting Chloe’s. There was fear there, yes, raw and bright, but beneath it, a spark of something else – defiance? Curiosity? A desperate need to be seen. Chloe held her gaze, her expression softening further. "Beautiful," she murmured, the word sincere. She tugged the shirt the rest of the way off, letting it fall forgotten to the worn rug. Sarah stood before her, exposed from the waist up, her shoulders hunched slightly forward, arms crossed instinctively over her stomach. The firelight painted warm highlights on her skin, catching the slight tremble in her arms.
Chloe didn’t rush. Her hands settled lightly on Sarah’s bare shoulders, thumbs rubbing small, soothing circles into the tense muscles. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of Sarah’s throat. Sarah gasped, her head tilting back reflexively. Chloe’s lips trailed upwards, along Sarah’s jawline, towards her ear. "Relax," she whispered, her breath warm against Sarah’s skin. "Just feel my hands." Her palms slid slowly down Sarah’s arms, gently encouraging her to uncross them. Sarah resisted for a moment, a final bastion of modesty, then let her arms fall loosely to her sides, exposing the plain white bra fully.
Maya watched Sarah’s profile – the tight clench of her jaw, the rapid flutter of her pulse visible in her neck. She remembered Sarah’s earlier hesitation, the blindfold, the trembling fingers near her own camisole clasp. This felt different. Monumental. Olivia shifted again beside Maya, her arm tightening slightly around Maya’s waist. "She’s braver than she looks," Olivia murmured, her voice still a little rough, but softer now. Maya just nodded, unable to look away.
Chloe’s hands drifted lower, skimming over Sarah’s ribs, tracing the slight curve of her waist. Her touch was deliberate, exploratory, mapping unfamiliar territory. Sarah stood rigidly, her eyes squeezed shut again, her entire focus seemingly inward. Chloe’s fingertips brushed the clasp of Sarah’s bra between her shoulder blades. Sarah flinched. "Shhh," Chloe soothed, her lips finding Sarah’s temple. "Easy. Just this." Her fingers were deft, unhurried. The clasp gave way with a soft snick.
Sarah froze. Utterly still. Her arms remained at her sides, but her shoulders tensed impossibly higher. The bra straps slid down her arms. Chloe carefully eased the garment off, letting it join the shirt on the floor. Sarah stood completely bare from the waist up now, bathed in the fire’s orange glow. Her skin looked impossibly pale against the warm light, her breasts small, high, tipped with dusky pink nipples already pebbled tight from the cool air or sheer nerves. Or both. She kept her eyes shut tight, her breathing shallow and rapid.
Chloe stepped back half a pace, her gaze sweeping over Sarah with open appreciation. "Sarah," she breathed, her voice thick with admiration. "Look at you." She reached out, not touching yet, her hand hovering near Sarah’s collarbone. "Open your eyes. See how beautiful you are."
Slowly, tremblingly, Sarah’s eyelids lifted. She looked down at herself first, her gaze traveling over her own exposed skin as if seeing it for the first time. Then, hesitantly, she looked up at Chloe. The fear was still there, warring with a dawning, bewildered wonder. Chloe smiled, a brilliant, reassuring thing. She closed the small distance, her hands rising again, palms open. "Can I?" she asked softly, her thumbs hovering just above Sarah’s nipples.
Sarah’s lips parted. She looked from Chloe’s hands to her face, searching. Finding only warmth, only invitation. The silence stretched, filled only by the fire and Sarah’s shaky breaths. Maya held hers. Olivia’s fingers tightened slightly on Maya’s hip. Sarah gave the tiniest, almost imperceptible nod. "Yes," she whispered, the word cracking.
Chloe’s thumbs brushed over Sarah’s nipples, feather-light at first. Sarah gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound. Her back arched slightly, pushing her chest forward into Chloe’s touch. Chloe’s smile deepened. She circled her thumbs, applying gentle pressure, watching Sarah’s face intently. Sarah’s eyes widened further, her mouth forming a silent 'O'. A tremor ran through her entire body. Chloe leaned in, her lips brushing Sarah’s ear. "Feel that?" she murmured. Her hands cupped Sarah’s breasts fully now, thumbs still rubbing slow, insistent circles over the hardened peaks. "That’s just the start." Sarah whimpered, her head falling back, her body swaying towards Chloe’s as Chloe’s fingers squeezed gently, possessively.
Sarah whimpered, her head falling back, her body swaying towards Chloe’s as Chloe’s fingers squeezed gently, possessively. The sensation was electric, alien, flooding Sarah’s nervous system like a dam bursting – sharp tingles radiating from her nipples down her belly, pooling low and hot. Her knees felt dangerously weak. Chloe’s lips found the frantic pulse point beneath Sarah’s jaw, teeth grazing lightly. "So responsive," Chloe breathed against her skin, her voice thick with approval. "Perfect."
Sarah’s hands fluttered uselessly before finally settling tentatively on Chloe’s hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric. She felt Chloe’s satisfied hum vibrate against her throat. The firelight painted Chloe’s red curls like molten copper, her green eyes gleaming with focused intensity as she watched Sarah’s face contort with each deliberate stroke of her thumbs. Across the room, Maya watched, a strange lethargy mixed with renewed fascination settling over her. Olivia’s arm remained a solid band around Maya’s waist, her own breathing steadying, her gaze sharp and assessing on Sarah’s trembling form.
"Look at her," Olivia murmured low into Maya’s ear, her voice still carrying a raspy edge. "Like a startled fawn discovering it can run." Maya nodded mutely, her own body thrumming faintly in echo of Sarah’s visible tension. Chloe shifted her stance, subtly turning Sarah towards the fireplace, towards Maya and Olivia. Sarah’s eyes flew open, wide and panicked behind her fogged glasses, meeting Maya’s gaze. Maya offered a small, shaky smile she hoped looked reassuring.
"See?" Chloe coaxed, her hands sliding down to Sarah’s waist, holding her steady. "She’s watching you. Maya understands." Chloe’s fingers traced idle patterns on Sarah’s bare skin just above her jeans. "She felt it too. That first… unraveling." Sarah’s blush deepened, spreading down her neck to her chest. Her gaze darted from Maya’s face to Olivia’s watchful eyes, then back to Chloe. She looked utterly exposed, vulnerable in a way Maya had never seen her cousin before.
Chloe leaned close again, her lips brushing Sarah’s earlobe. "Touch her," she whispered, the command soft but undeniable. Sarah froze. "Just… touch her arm. See." Chloe gently guided Sarah’s trembling right hand away from her own hip, extending it towards Maya. Sarah’s fingers shook violently, hovering inches from Maya’s bare forearm resting on Olivia’s encircling arm. Maya held perfectly still, her breath catching. The air crackled.
"Go on, Sarah," Olivia encouraged, her tone surprisingly gentle. "She won’t bite. Much." A ghost of Olivia’s earlier fierceness flickered in her eyes, but softened now. Sarah swallowed audibly. Her fingertips, cold despite the fire’s heat, finally brushed the skin of Maya’s forearm. It was the lightest possible contact, tentative as a butterfly landing. Maya gasped softly, a jolt running through her at the unexpected coolness. Sarah flinched, pulling back instantly.
"No," Maya breathed, surprising herself. She shifted slightly within Olivia’s loose hold, extending her own arm towards Sarah. "It’s okay. Really." Her voice was husky, thick with spent passion and sudden empathy. Sarah stared at Maya’s offered arm, then slowly, hesitantly, reached out again. This time, her fingertips pressed more firmly, tracing a slow path from Maya’s wrist up towards her elbow. The touch was still shy, exploratory, but deliberate. Maya closed her eyes for a second, feeling the unfamiliar texture of Sarah’s touch – hesitant, curious, sending tiny shivers across her skin.
"Good," Chloe murmured, her hands resting warmly on Sarah’s hips, anchoring her. "See how soft she is?" Sarah’s fingers paused, then slid higher, brushing the sensitive skin near the crook of Maya’s elbow. Maya’s breath hitched again, a low hum escaping her lips. Sarah’s eyes widened behind her glasses, fixed on the spot she was touching. A tiny, wondering smile touched Sarah’s lips. She glanced up at Maya, seeking confirmation.
Maya met her gaze, nodding slowly. "Yeah," she whispered. "Like that." Sarah’s smile widened fractionally, losing some of its terror, gaining a flicker of nascent confidence. Her touch grew bolder, her palm flattening against Maya’s forearm, sliding upwards with more pressure. Chloe watched, her own smile triumphant. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sarah’s bare shoulder blade. "Beautiful," she breathed.
Olivia shifted beside Maya, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest. "Getting crowded over here," she remarked dryly, though she made no move to release Maya. Her gaze swept over the scene – Sarah touching Maya, Chloe holding Sarah, the firelight dancing on bare skin. "Rug’s looking comfy." Maya felt Olivia’s fingers flex slightly on her hip, a subtle reminder of her presence, her claim.
Chloe laughed, the sound bright and easy. "Patience, Liv. Everyone gets a turn." Her eyes, gleaming with mischief, locked onto Maya’s over Sarah’s shoulder. Chloe’s hands slid from Sarah’s hips, moving slowly up her bare back. "Sarah," Chloe murmured, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper Sarah could feel against her spine. "Want to feel Maya somewhere else?" Sarah’s hand stilled on Maya’s arm. She looked back at Chloe, confusion warring with dawning apprehension in her eyes. Chloe’s gaze remained fixed on Maya. "Her neck," Chloe suggested softly. "Or… her stomach?"
Sarah’s breath caught. Her gaze flickered down Maya’s body, past the rumpled camisole bunched under her breasts, to the exposed strip of skin above her lace panties. The shyness surged back, warring violently with the intense curiosity Chloe had ignited. Maya felt a fresh wave of heat flood her own cheeks, her stomach tightening under Sarah’s hesitant scrutiny. Olivia’s arm tightened almost imperceptibly around her waist.
"Her stomach’s nice," Olivia offered casually, her thumb stroking Maya’s hipbone. "Smooth." The casual endorsement seemed to tip the scales. Sarah’s trembling hand lifted from Maya’s arm. It hovered uncertainly in the air between them for a heartbeat that stretched taut. Maya watched Sarah’s face, seeing the internal struggle – the ingrained fear battling the newly awakened, terrifying desire to explore. Sarah’s gaze dropped again to Maya’s midriff.
Slowly, so slowly it was agony, Sarah’s hand descended. Her fingertips brushed the warm skin just above Maya’s navel. Maya gasped, her abdominal muscles flinching involuntarily at the contact. Sarah froze, her eyes snapping up to Maya’s face, wide with panic. "S’okay," Maya managed, forcing her muscles to relax. "Just… sensitive." Sarah nodded jerkily. Her fingers pressed down again, tracing a tentative circle. The touch was feather-light, sending unexpected tremors through Maya’s core. She hadn’t recovered from Olivia; this new, hesitant exploration was reigniting embers she thought were banked.
Chloe watched, her expression rapt. Her own hands slid around Sarah’s waist from behind, fingers splaying possessively across Sarah’s bare stomach. Sarah jumped slightly at the dual contact – Chloe’s hands warm on her front, Maya’s skin beneath her exploring fingers. Chloe leaned forward, resting her chin on Sarah’s shoulder, her cheek brushing Sarah’s. "See?" Chloe whispered, her lips moving against Sarah’s ear. "She likes it." Sarah’s fingers grew bolder, tracing the defined line of Maya’s hipbone now, dipping slightly towards the lace edge of her underwear. Maya’s breath came faster, her head falling back against Olivia’s shoulder. Olivia’s hand slid upwards from Maya’s hip, skimming her ribs beneath the camisole, her thumb brushing the underside of Maya’s breast. Maya moaned softly, the sound muffled against Olivia’s neck.
Sarah’s eyes widened at the sound. Emboldened, her fingers traced lower, following the curve of Maya’s hip, brushing the very top edge of the lace panties. The delicate fabric shifted under her touch. Maya gasped sharply, her hips jerking forward instinctively. Sarah snatched her hand back as if burned, her face flaming. "Sorry!" she breathed, mortified.
"No," Maya panted, shaking her head. Her eyes found Sarah’s, dark and dilated. "Don’t stop." The plea was raw, surprising even Maya. Sarah hesitated, her gaze darting from Maya’s flushed face down to the lace, then back. Chloe’s hands tightened on Sarah’s stomach, urging her forward half a step. Sarah’s trembling hand reached out again. This time, her fingers didn’t just brush the lace; they hooked gently over the elastic waistband, pulling it down just a fraction, revealing a sliver of darker blonde curls beneath.
Maya cried out, a sharp sound of pure sensation. Olivia’s hand beneath the camisole cupped Maya’s breast fully, her thumb circling Maya’s nipple through the thin fabric. Chloe guided Sarah’s hand lower, her own fingers overlapping Sarah’s on the lace. "Here," Chloe murmured against Sarah’s ear, her voice thick with promise. Together, their fingers slid beneath the waistband, past the curls, seeking the slick heat beneath. Maya’s back arched violently off the stone fireplace, a choked sob escaping her lips as Sarah’s cool, hesitant fingers met her molten core. David’s necklace, forgotten on the coffee table, gleamed dully in the firelight. Chloe’s other hand slid down Sarah’s stomach, fingers deftly popping the button of Sarah’s jeans. "Now you," Chloe breathed, her voice rough. Sarah gasped, her head whipping around, her eyes meeting Chloe’s intense green gaze just as Chloe’s fingers slipped past denim and cotton, finding Sarah’s own untouched heat. Sarah’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her body rigid, then collapsing back against Chloe as sensation obliterated thought. Olivia’s lips found Maya’s neck, biting down possessively as Maya shuddered between Sarah’s exploring fingers and Olivia’s demanding hands. The cold stone pressed into Maya’s spine, the fire roared, and David’s necklace lay abandoned, glinting like a distant, irrelevant star.