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His eyes darkened on my tear-streaked face.

“Shit. Silas…” he ground out and began fucking harder.

In silent agreement, Silas buried two fingers into my core and matched Thorne’s rhythm.

Lack of oxygen cut off my thoughts until the world shrank down to where they were touching me.

“You feel so fucking good.” Ronan’s breath fanned over my breast just before he sucked on the tip and pinched my other nipple between his thumb and finger.

A full-body shiver rolled through me as pain, pleasure, and the feeling of being worshipped consumed me until I arched between them and spasmed with the force of my orgasm.

Thorne groaned, his release following mine, and came down my throat.

He brushed his knuckles over my lip and kissed me deeply. “You should always taste like me.”

I gazed up at them with round eyes. All three of their gazes were raw and hungry as they watched me, promising that we’d only gotten started.

“Come here.” Silas reached under me and lifted me from the swing. The blood buzzed under my already sensitive skin as I was freed from its constraints.

He sat on the edge of the cot, his legs hanging off the end, and held me so that I was sitting in his lap, knees on either side of him.

“So perfect.” He kissed me in a slow, languid movement, tracing inside my mouth with his tongue. My body was completely boneless, but it didn’t matter so long as I was in his arms.

Warm hands held both sides of the back of my ribs, their heat seeping into me.

I sucked in a breath when they circled in front and cupped my breast. I arched into the touch.

“Feels good?” Ronan asked against the back of my neck.

“Hm… good,” I murmured.

He pinched and twisted my nipples in response, sending ripples of heat pulsing between my thighs.

They began to move on their own, and I ground down on Silas’s cock, his length in the perfect position to rub against my clit.

I couldn’t stop, my movement growing more desperate, chasing after the growing ache.

Ronan’s hand closed around my throat, forcing my chin up, and devoured my mouth. There was nothing sweet about this kiss, just raw hunger.

I sucked his tongue, taking it deeper, loving the way he shuddered in response.

He hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me. Silas’s cock notched against my entrance. My body shook with just how badly I needed to have him inside.

Without pause, Ronan slammed me down onto it.

I cried out as the overwhelming feeling of being filled too quickly shook me to my core. But Ronan didn’t give me enough time to recover, slipping two lubricated fingers through the seam of my ass and circling the rim before easing in.

Silas supported me as he fucked upward with his hips, drawing out a cry with each thrust.

They didn’t give me time to process anything. All that was left was the instinct driving me to roll my hips into them.

I stopped breathing when Ronan nudged another finger against my hole. My nerves lit up with anticipation.

Then I let out a slow moan as he sank it inside.

My vision was blurry when Thorne guided my mouth to the tip of his cock. I opened for him instantly, eyes rolling back as I took him deep into my throat with ease.

Ronan kissed my shoulder blade, a third finger stretching my ass. “Has anyone ever touched you here?”