“Look at her,” he growls, shaking with the effort to hold back. “She’s fucking perfect.”
“Not gonna last,” Beck mutters against me, and then his fingers curl just right, and my whole world shatters.
I come hard, sobbing his name, or maybe all their names, my thighs clamping around Beck’s head, my nails digging into Ford’s hands, still pinning mine.
But they’re not done with me. Not even close.
Hayes kisses me through the aftershocks, slow and claiming, while Beck crawls up, his mouth slick, his eyes dark with hunger. Ford doesn’t move his hands, just leans in so his teeth scrape my jaw as he murmurs, “Hope you’ve got more in you, Lo. Because we’re nowhere near finished.”
I barely catch my breath before Ford hauls me upright, spinning me until my back hits his chest. His arms lock around me, a cage of heat and muscle, and my heart’s pounding so fast I think it might tear out of me.
“You shaking already, little one?” His tone is dark, mocking, but there’s a thread of hunger that makes me whimper. “You pretty thing, we’ve barely started.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead as Hayes steps in close, his mouth trailing fire down my throat.
“Oh, we’re not stopping.” Ford bends me forward slightly, one big hand sliding to the back of my neck, holding me there, making me feel small and owned.
I never thought I’d yearn to be owned.
I can’t even speak because Hayes is kissing me again, slow and deep, while Ford holds me in place. Beck’s hands grip my thighs, and suddenly I’m being pulled down, lowered toward his waiting mouth again, but this time, Ford presses closer from behind.
Pinned between them, I sob out a breath. My body is trembling, overstimulated, but still, I want it. I want everything.
Hayes’s voice is rough silk when he says, “Look at me, Lo.” His hand slides under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes evenas Ford and Beck keep me open, helpless. His stare burns into me like a brand. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
The sound he makes. Christ, it’s primal. He takes my mouth in a kiss that’s punishment and promise all at once, then pulls back to mutter, “You asked for it.”
The next moments blur into pure chaos. Hayes pressing forward with that brutal, claiming rhythm that steals my breath, every thrust a growl ofmine, mine, minevibrating through his chest against my back. He’s deep. So deep, I swear I can feel his cock dragging slick to my cervix, stretching me wide as his tip starts to tease my entrance, pulsing as a warning.
“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Ford snarls from behind me, his voice nothing but full Alpha rut gravel that makes my whole body shudder. “You begging for all of us?”
I can’t answer. My throat’s too tight with need and Hayes’s teeth scraping down my neck. He wants to mark me for life. My body knows before my brain catches up, arching, opening, slick gushing as I moan helplessly. The scent of it hits the room heavy, sharp, and sweet, making all three men purr.
Ford moves fast, a blur of dominance and hunger, wrenching my knees wider until the muscles in my hips scream. His head dips low, mouth hot against my swollen folds where Hayes splits me wide open. Toy or no toy, Hayes feels like home. And then Ford’s tongue drags up through the mess of my slick and Hayes’s precum like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh, fuck…” It tears out of me raw, muffled when Beck grips my jaw and shoves two fingers between my lips, forcing them deep.
“Open wide, Lo,” he rasps, Alpha command curling tight around my spine. “Gonna fuck your throat while they wreck the rest of you.”
I open because I can’t not obey my Alpha. I wouldn’t want to disobey, anyway. Then his cock replaces his fingers, thick and burning hot, sliding over my tongue until my lips strain around him. He presses deep, so deep I gag, tears springing to my eyes, and his groan shudders out low and broken.
“God, that scent… fuck, you’re killing me.”
Hayes growls, snapping his hips harder, pounding deep, forcing me open in short, sharp pulses that make me cry into Beck’s cock. My entire body clenches down around him, slick spilling faster, and Ford groans, drowning in it as he licks me open wider, devouring me and guzzling me down by the mouthful, just like I do him.
Them.
All of them.
“She’s losing it,” Ford snarls against my clit before sucking hard, his tongue lapping at the edges of Hayes’s cock sliding in and out of me, tasting both of us. A starving Alpha gone rogue. “She’s fucking slicking everywhere, gonna come all over us.”
And then I do. Helpless, screaming around Beck’s cock, choking and sobbing as Hayes slams home and grinds. The thought makes me shatter harder, muscles clamping, slick gushing over Ford’s tongue as he drinks it like wine.
Beck curses, jerking against my mouth, passion roaring through him as he forces another inch down my throat and holds me there. My vision swims, the air full of growls and the raw animal sound of three men fighting not to lose it completely.
This is my life now.
