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“Bullshit,” Noah says, grinning. Next thing I know, he’s dropping to the floor beside me, completely disregarding my personal space, as his thigh presses against mine. “You’re scared we’re going to make you sleep in the bed.”
“I’m scared you’re going to make me do a lot of things.”
The words come out flat, and I see Kipton’s jaw tighten.
“No,” Kipton says in a firm but gentle voice. “We will not make you do anything. Never again.”
He reaches for my hand, and I let him peel my fingers, one by one, from the blanket. His palm is rough, and scars run across his knuckles. He presses my hand to his chest, right where his heart is, and I feel it hammering.
“We watched you walk to the gate,” Ryker says from above us. “Noah wanted to drag you back to the house.”
“No. I wanted to follow her,” Noah admits with no shame. “I wanted to see how far she’d get before she missed us.”
“I didn’t miss you,” I quickly reply.
“Liar.” Noah’s hand finds my knee, letting his thumb trace circles that shouldn’t feel so good. “You stood there for ten minutes. We timed it.”
Kipton’s other hand comes up, cupping my jaw. He tilts my face toward him, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Tell us to leave. Right now. And we’re gone.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“That’s what I thought,” Noah murmurs, and then his mouth is on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot that gets me every time. Kipton’s lips are already on mine, swallowing my gasp, tasting like the whiskey as he kisses me slowly. Not demanding or taking, but more so, like he’s asking.
Ryker’s hands slide under my arms, lifting, then settling me onto the mattress I have been refusing to use. Its softness under me feels so wrong, untrustworthy, until his weight comes down over me, pinning me to something steadier than the floor ever was.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do. The green of his eyes looks black in the dark. “If you say stop, we stop. If you say slow, we slow down. This isn’t Halloween night, and it sure as hell isn’t blackmail. Do you understand?”
I nod, my throat too tight for words.
“No.” He grips my chin firmly, just enough to hold my attention. “Say it, Fawn.”
“I understand.”
“Now, say the rest.”
My breath hitches as Noah’s mouth moves to my collarbone, and Kipton’s hands push my shirt up. Ryker still hasn’t joined in. He’s waiting, oozing dominance even in patience.
“I want you,” I whisper. “All of you. I…” My admission breaks something loose inside me. “I chose to come back.”
Ryker’s forehead drops to mine, and I can feel him shaking. Then his control snaps back, and he tears my shirt over my head in a way that makes me gasp.
They move like they share one mind. Kipton’s mouth on my breast, tongue circling, causing me to make sounds I didn’t know I could. Noah’s fingers at my waistband, teasing. Ryker stripped off his own clothes before positioning himself above me. The snake tattoo ripples as he moves.
When I’m naked, they stop what they’re doing. I feel three pairs of green eyes raking over me with a hunger that should terrify me. At one time, it did. Now it burns away the last of my resistance.
“Beautiful,” Kipton breathes, and I almost laugh. Me, dull, lifeless, thin from skipped meals. But he says it with sincerity, as if he’s seeing something I never could.
Noah’s fingers find me first, sliding through wetness, groaning. “Fuck, Bunny. Your pussy is soaked for us.”
“Don’t…” I start, not sure if I’m protesting the nickname or the observation.
“Don’t what?” He presses deeper into my entrance, curling his fingers, and my hips come up off the mattress. “Don’t tell the truth?”
Ryker’s hand closes around Noah’s wrist. “Enough.”
He positions himself between my thighs, his cock thick and heavy against me. His size makes my breath catch, and the memory of the first time floods back. The pain. The fear. The overwhelming feeling of being used.
Ryker feels me tense, and he stops, caging me with his forearms. “Breathe, baby,” he whispers.
