That’s who I am—a Grim Reaper standing in front of three serial killers.
The boys don’t seem to mind.
“Fuck,” Talon mutters, his voice low and rough. “Look at you. Could eat you alive.”
“A dream come true,” Nathaniel agrees. He hooks a finger under one sock and tugs, letting it snap lightly against my calf.
Talon rolls his pants off, his cock springing free. He fists himself once, lazily, keeping my gaze.
“How about we don’t take turns this time?” he asks.
My thighs press together instinctively, slickness smearing, heat rolling through me.
“You want to do it… all at once?” I murmur.
“Mm. Team spirit,” Talon purrs.
That’s one way to put it.
I’ve never been with more than one man before. Gods, Mark would’ve combusted before accepting a threesome, let alone a foursome.
Could I even do it? Take all of them? It feels impossible when they’re this big, this ready, this close.
The doubt lingers. But fuck it. I didn’t come back to life to play it safe.
“Alright,” I whisper. “Let’s try it.”
Have they done this before? Cassian… definitely not. He doesn’t strike me as the sharing type, even in his hormone-crazed teenage years. Nathaniel, maybe. The doctor mask doesn’t fit half as tightly as he thinks. And Talon… yeah. Probably.
I look to him.
Talon catches my gaze instantly. His grin widens, sin incarnate, and he steps in, cupping my jaw.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll feel better than ever.”
His lips crash into mine—greedy, open-mouthed—his tongue sliding past my lips with a hunger that pulls a moan from me before I can stop it. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I swear he still tastes like my pussy.
Nathaniel moves behind me, his hands cold as they glide up my sides, careful of the scratches, until his palms cup my breasts. His piercings graze my back when he leans in, his lips ghosting the curve of my neck.
“Relax,” he whispers, though the scrape of his teeth says otherwise.
My hand is still pressed to the bulge in Cassian’s pants when he lets out a guttural sound and yanks the fabric down. His cock springs free. He wraps his hand over mine, forcing me to grip him properly.
“You’re going to take all of us,” he growls, his forehead pressing to mine. “Every inch.”
His face is so close to Talon’s it feels indecent.
And both of them want me. Only me.
My pussy clenches.
Talon pulls back just enough to smirk, his thumb dragging across my spit-slick lower lip.
“Oh, yeah,” he purrs. “Can’t wait, can you?”
His hand glides down my stomach, over my mound, between my thighs. The moment his fingers find my opening, they come away wet. He groans, eyes burning.
“Can’t wait,” I manage to breathe.
