Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips as he drives deeper into my ass. “Jesus—her ass is squeezing me so tight?—”
I can’t form words anymore, just broken moans and gasps as they use me harder, faster. The fullness is overwhelming—three cocks twitching inside me, stretching me beyond anything I thought possible.
Dom slams into me one final time. “Take every fucking drop,” he growls, pressing deep as his cock pulses against Liam’s inside me.
“Oh god—” Liam’s body tenses beneath me as he follows Dom over the edge, their cocks jerking against each other as they empty themselves deep in my pussy.
The sensation of them coming simultaneously inside me triggers my own orgasm, my entire body shaking violently. Through my haze of pleasure, I feel Ryder stiffen behind me.
“Fuck—fuck—” His fingers leave bruises on my hips as he drives deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he floods my ass with heat.
For several moments, we remain frozen together, panting and trembling. Then slowly, they withdraw from my body one by one, leaving me empty and leaking.
I collapse onto the bed, their release dripping from both my holes. A wicked idea forms through my post-orgasmic haze.
“Ryder,” I murmur, turning my head to look at him. “I want you to eat it out of me. All of it.”
His eyes widen, then darken with renewed lust.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, removing his mask and repositioning himself between my legs. “Spread those legs wider for me.”
I do as he commands, shivering as his tongue laps eagerly at the mixture of cum leaking from my pussy before moving lower to clean his own release from my ass.
I moan as Ryder’s tongue works between my thighs, lapping eagerly at the mixture of fluids leaking from my body. Histongue alternates between gentle swipes and deep, penetrating thrusts.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dom groans.
When Ryder finally finishes, he crawls up beside me. We all collapse into a sweaty, panting heap on the bed. Liam and Dom pull off their masks, tossing them aside, their faces flushed and hair damp with sweat.
Dom strokes my cheek. “You’re trembling.”
I hadn’t even noticed, but my entire body quivers with aftershocks, overwhelmed by everything that just happened. Something shifts inside me—the intensity, the connection, the perfect way they understood exactly what I needed. Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them.
“Shit,” Liam props himself up on his elbow, alarm crossing his features. “Sweetheart, did we go too far? Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
Dom’s hand freezes on my cheek. “Cora? Talk to us.”
Ryder’s arm tightens protectively around my waist. “We’re right here, princess.”
I shake my head, trying to find words through the emotion tightening my throat. “No, it’s not—you didn’t—” I take a shuddering breath. “I didn’t need the safe word. That was exactly what I wanted.”
“Then why the tears?” Dom asks softly, brushing one away with his thumb.
“Because I love you,” I whisper, looking at each of them. “All of you. So much it terrifies me. I never thought I’d find people who understand me, who give me exactly what I need without judgment.”
Their expressions soften into something so tender that it makes more tears spill over.
“We love you too,” Ryder murmurs, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
Liam leans in, kissing my tears. “Every part of you.”
Dom’s mouth finds mine in a kiss so gentle it breaks my heart. “You’re ours, Cora. Always.”
We tangle together, limbs intertwining, lips finding each other in soft kisses—nothing like the brutal passion of minutes before.
I curl deeper into the tangle of limbs surrounding me, savoring the weight of Dom’s arm across my waist, Ryder’s breath against my neck, Liam’s fingers laced with mine. For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe—completely loved.
My father would rather see me destroyed than happy with these men. Every move he’s made since the Hunt—the public smear campaigns, attacking their businesses, the legal harassment—has been calculated to tear us apart. To force me back into his control. Back into being the perfect political prop—silent, obedient, broken.
