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Then I hear Kipton’s words, mirroring his brother’s. “Breathe, Princess. I’m right here.”

I do as they say, inhaling in then out.

The air tastes like him, like all of them, dark and expensive and so very wrong in all the right ways.

My nails dig into his shoulders as Ryker slowly begins to push in. Inch by inch, he fills me, watching my face the whole time, memorizing it, as if this is the only thing that matters in his empire of violence and blood.

When he’s buried deep inside me, he stops again. He’s trembling… the great Ryker Winters is shaking for me.

“Move,” I whisper, and at this point, I don’t know who I’m begging to do what.

He does.

Making long, deep strokes that move against every sensitive place inside me. Kipton’s mouth finds my breast again, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Noah’s hand wraps around my thigh, lifting it higher, opening me wider for his brother’s thrusts.

“Look at you,” Noah groans, sounding both evil and worshipful at the same time. “Taking him like you were made for it. Made for us.”

I was.

The thought hits me unwanted, but it’s undeniable. All those months of sensing eyes on me, of hating the surveillance and craving it in the same breath. They trained me for this without ever touching me. Made my body recognize its owners before my mind would even admit it.

Ryker’s pace quickens, losing rhythm while also losing control. “Touch her,” he growls, and Noah’s fingers slide down, finding the place where we are joined, circling the stretched flesh.

Kipton’s hand joins his, and now there are two sets of fingers working my clit. The dual sensation of being filled, watched, and claimed by all three at once causes me to shatter.

I come with a cry that Ryker swallows. His own release follows seconds later, and I feel his cock pulsing deep inside me. He collapses carefully, rolling to pull me with him, keeping us joined.

Before I can catch my breath, Kipton lifts me from Ryker’s arms, and his mouth crashes into mine. He positions me so I’m straddling Ryker’s thighs, facing away, fully exposed.

“Easy,” he murmurs against my spine, and the word vibrates through my bones. “I’ve got you.”

He enters me from behind, angling deep. I cry out, being oversensitive, but his hands move everywhere… my breasts, my hips, my throat, tilting my head back against his shoulder. Ryker watches from below with heavy-lidded eyes, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my knee.

Noah moves in front of me, kneeling on the bed, already hard again. He grips my chin, tilting my face up. “Open.”

And as soon as I do, he slides his cock into my mouth with a groan, tangling his fingers in my hair. The position of Kipton behind, Noah in front, and Ryker’s hands anchoring me all completes some electrical circuit I didn’t know was broken. I am the wire between them, the current, the thing that makes the machine run.

They move in sync. Kipton thrusts deep as Noah pulls back, never leaving me empty or letting me breathe without tasting one of them. My second orgasm builds slower this time, sweeter, drawn out by their coordination and my exhaustion.

When it hits, I moan around Noah. The vibration makes him curse, and he comes down my throat. Kipton follows as he grinds deeper, my name on his lips like a curse he let slip.

Noah pulls out slowly while his thumb traces over my swollen lower lip. “Good girl,” he whispers. I should hate it, the degrading way it sounds, the ownership of it, but I don’t. Instead, I lean into his palm like a cat wanting attention.

Kipton lowers me gently into Ryker’s waiting arms. The older brother wraps around me, a fortress of muscle and sweat, feeling his heart thud against my back.

“Sleep,” he tells me, the word soft but authoritative.

I should tell them to leave and return to my safe spot on the floor.

Instead, I close my eyes and notice that the mattress no longer makes me feel like I’m sinking.

But rather safety.

12

FAWN

The blanket is made of thick wool. I spread it on the floor beside the bed and sit down, testing the give of the carpet against my palms. It’s not hardwood, or the solid thing I wanted. But it’s better than the mattress.