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Alaric's hand remains on my neck. His warm breath ghosts over the shell of my ear as he brings his face close. "Be honest, Kitten. You okay?" he murmurs.

"I'm fine. I'm really fine."

"I can tell them to fuck off."

"No, let them finish. As long as they don't go fucking insane, I'll be fine."

Alaric pauses, silently considering. Magnus's deep breaths huff overhead. His hot cockhead bobs against my cheek and chin, smearing spit and precum over my face. I lick my lips and swallow the heavy glob lingering in the back of my throat.

Vincent remains buried deep, trembling above me as he struggles to hold still. I can practically measure his heartbeat in each throb and twitch of his cock — and it feels fucking good.

"I can handle it, Alaric," I whisper into the quiet. "I swear to gods I'd tell you if I couldn't."

After a beat, he squeezes my neck. "Okay. I trust you."

His warm breath leaves my face as he straightens. "Kitten's being very generous and letting you fools finish. Hurt him, and I'll fuck you up," he remarks cheerfully.

"Thank you, Kitten," Vincent murmurs.

"Sorry, Kitten," Magnus also mutters.

Both sound sheepish. Good. I hope we've all learned a lesson today.

Vincent cautiously begins to rock. Pleasure sparks through me at the slow drag against my inner walls. I groan, ensuring the sound is appreciative and encouraging enough to reassure him.

When Magnus's crown pokes questioningly at my lower lip, I open my mouth and scoop him up. I'm so nice, I don't even let my teeth "accidentally" scrape his skin.

Alaric's hand stays on my neck in reassurance as both stallions find their flow again. I hear their low hisses and whispers above me, but I can't make out all the words over the rhythmic creaking of the bench.

" — all your fault — "

" — did you really think I would — "

" — know me better than that."

"Gods, I fucking hate you," sighs Vincent. "Why can't you ever just — "

His words are cut off by wet, smacking sounds. Both centaurs push into me, their rhythmic thrusts now synchronized. When Magnus growls, "Fuck," and the sloppy sounds resume, I put it together: they're kissing above me while fucking my body from both ends.

The mental image is so mind-melting hot that I forgive them for everything. Carry on, boys. Holy fucking shit.

When Vincent releases in my hole, they both moan. I half expect Magnus to come, too. He doesn't, which I appreciate because I didn't really want to drown today. What feels like buckets of cum gush from my sloppy, fucked-out hole as Vincent pulls free.

"You two seriously need to work out your shit," Fallon observes.

"Fuck off," Magnus grumbles, then sighs.

Vincent paints a tally mark on my ass. His hand lingers over the stinging area where Magnus spanked me. "Leon was right, Kitten. You are a treasure."

Vincent sounds much calmer. Blowing his load in my hole while sucking on Magnus's tongue must have done the trick. A large, rough hand cups my cheek; by its callouses, I'm guessing it's Magnus. His gentle strokes feel apologetic.

"Magnus, get in his ass before I change my mind," Alaric orders.

The calloused hand pats my cheek, then moves away. Hoofbeats sound as Vincent leaves. Magnus takes his place between my legs.

Fallon's hand finally releases my balls. His voice moves in front of me. "Don't worry, Kitten. I'm way smaller than Magnus. And I'll be careful."

I smile. Fallon sounds anxious to reassure me. He's very sweet…for a sadist. "I'm not worried."