My brain short circuits as four sets of hands and mouths set to pleasuring me.They worship me.Punish me.Adore me.Dare me.
I give as much as I get, morphing into a brutal, bloodthirsty bitch as indescribable hunger roars through me.
“Look at me, Daisy,” Khalid growls from underneath me.
I moan and force my eyes to focus on his face instead of the sight of his cock spreading my pussy lips.He’s too big.He’ll never fit.
I need to take all of him.Now.
“You’re ours now.Our curvy little country queen,” he vows.
I sink my nails into his chest.A muscle ticks in his jaw, but he ignores me as I whine and tilt my hips, begging for more of him.
Umar wrecks my thoughts as he nudges my asshole with his slickened tip.
“Our graveyard gladiator.Forever,” he promises against my nape.
I shatter into millions of tiny, jagged pieces as they surge inside me.Pain and pleasure combine into a terrible cacophony of wondrous melodies, the overall song as ancient as my mates and as powerful as our bonds.
Over and over, they build me up just to shove me over the edge, until they find the end of their control and bury themselves to hilt.With awe-inspiring timing, their knots expand, stretching and crowding, until a deeper, unending orgasm seizes my entire body.
Nothing will separate us.
I’m theirs and they’re mine.
When my mother remarried, my stepfather beat me and my stepbrother sexually harassed me every chance they got.I swore I’d never trust another man again.I was ready to live my entire life alone and die single.
Now I’ll never die.Instead, I’ll spend an eternity with my mates.My ghouls.My alphas.
They’re mine.All mine.
Forever.
