Karl held her hips but let her set the rhythm, thrusting up only when she demanded it. Maya rode him until her thighs burned and a final, overwhelming orgasm crashed through her. She clamped down hard, crying out, and Karl followed with a raw groan, spilling deep inside her while the others held her steady through every aftershock.
When it was over she collapsed against Karl's chest, limp, flushed, and thoroughly marked. Four sets of hands stroked her back, her hair, her sides—gentle now, almost reverent. Soft kisses landed on her shoulders and the fresh claims on her neck.
Maya lifted her head after a long moment, eyes bright, smile slow and satisfied.
"Still the full moon," she murmured. "And I'm not finished with any of you yet."
The answering growls were low, eager, and completely willing.
Maya's words hung in the air for only a second before the four of them answered.
Hands that had been gentle turned eager. Mouths that had been careful became hungry.
