Free All That Remains (Metamorphosis Book 1) by Lauren Dane

fate. She was theirs. His and Charlie's and that was that.
    Slow at first, he thrust all the way in and then pulled nearly completely out only to press deep again. She timed her swallows of Charlie's cock with that rhythm.
    "You're killing me, baby. More, please." Charlie writhed.
    She hummed and Charlie groaned.
    Her pussy gripped Hatch tighter. She liked it when Charlie begged. Hatch did too and he tucked that away for later.
    "Hold your cock," she whispered to Charlie, who did.
    She reached back, her fingers brushing the place Hatch slid in and out of her cunt and then they were gone.
    Charlie's thighs were outside hers so he was spread open. Summer's fingers, slick now with her honey, played against Charlie's balls, his perineum and then over his asshole, pressing in slightly once he was nice and wet.
    Charlie blew out a breath and it turned into a pleading groan. His movements grew uncoordinated and when she'd worked herself inside enough to find his gland and brush over it, he shook all over and then snarled as she sucked him deep. So deep, he blew, the taste of him flooding her for long moments.
    Hatch moaned softly. "So fucking hot." He reached around her body and found her clit, playing it between two fingers until she knew she'd come again.
    She kissed Charlie's cock and leaned her head against his thigh, giving over to the way Hatch felt inside her. The way his fingers drew another climax from her.
    It was good. Familiar and yet new. She flew apart, her vision going white as she heard his curse and the felt the jerk of his cock as he came inside her.
    Charlie’s hands caressed her shoulders and neck until Hatch pulled out and they all managed to lay down, arms and legs tangled as they struggled to catch their breath.
    Summer's head spun. It was good. So good. More than good it was right in a way she couldn’t begin to contemplate with them both still there.
    The scent of sex, of man and skin hung in the air. Charlie's taste lived in her, Hatch's taste re-awakened in her system like it had never left.
    "So what would you grade it?" Hatch drew lazy circles on her arm before just pulling her into his embrace. She considered moving away but didn't really want to. She rested her head on his biceps and smiled at Charlie, who entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her fingertips.
    "Grade what? Your fucking?"
    Hatch laughed. "Well that too, I suppose. But your first threesome."
    Charlie theatrically swatted Hatch’s arm. "Don't ask her that yet! We're not done."
    Hatch give Charlie a look. "We aren't?"
    Charlie nuzzled her neck. "I haven't been inside you yet." He rolled closer, inside Hatch's embrace as well. Another inch and he lay atop her and she wrapped a leg around his.
    He left her breathless. He had a carefree manner, but he was serious about sex. He paid attention too. And he was really good with his mouth.
    Hatch groaned. "He's got excellent recovery time. He's insatiable."
    She laughed. "I seem to recall you being pretty insatiable too."
    "That goes without saying. When it comes to you, there's never going to be enough."
    Charlie kissed her as she lay there, wedged into Hatch, Charlie's weight a reassuring thing.
    "When do you two fuck?"
    Charlie's mouth quirked up, exposing a dimple she hadn't noticed before. "All the time. I already knew from last night that you liked to watch. There'll be plenty of time for that. Can you take me?" He teased her pussy with the head of his cock.
    She arched and nodded and he slipped in.
    Hatch stayed where he was. She was overwhelmed. Caged in. Held down. It was too much but she rode it out and it became white noise. Like the sound of the ocean and she let it hold her up.
    Charlie filled her over and over, the ring in his left nipple brushing against her chest, the hair on his belly scratching her not unpleasantly. It was good. And hot.
    Then he and Hatch kissed, right next to her face but she couldn’t turn her head enough to really see it though she tried. She could hear