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Callum kneels behind Rhys’s position, one hand settling against my lower back. I reach for Dante. His cock slides between my lips. He groans. Rhys begins to move. Slowly at first. Each thrust drives Dante deeper into my mouth. I control how much I take, using one hand around his base while the other grips the sheets.

Callum circles my ass again. My body understands what comes next. I push backward. He enters carefully. The fullness is intense. My moan vibrates around Dante. All three men stop. Callum’s hand strokes my spine.

“Talk.”

I release Dante.

“Give me a second.”

They wait. No impatience. No pushing. Only hands keeping me steady while my body adjusts.

“Pain?” Rhys asks.

“Four.”

“Too much?” Dante asks.

“No.”

“What do you need?” Callum murmurs.

I breathe until the pressure transforms. Until fullness becomes heat.

“Move.”

Rhys withdraws as Callum presses deeper. Then Callum retreats while Rhys fills the space he leaves behind. Alternating.

Controlled. Exactly the rhythm we learned inside the chapel. Dante offers himself to my mouth again. I take him.

Callum grips my hips. Rhys reaches beneath me and circles my clit. Pleasure builds from every direction. The farmhouse disappears. There is only sensation. Rhys inside me. Callum stretching me from behind. Dante’s cock sliding across my tongue.

Three men who know every signal my body gives. Three men who will stop the second I ask. Three men I trust enough to lose myself between. My moans become desperate. Dante’s hand moves into my hair.

“Can I hold you?”

I tap twice against his thigh. Continue. His fingers tighten carefully. Rhys rubs faster. Callum’s control begins to break.

“Sloane.”

I release Dante long enough to answer.

“I’m close.”

“All of us?” Rhys asks.

“Yes.”

Dante’s mouth curves.

“Ask.”

I glare at him. He learned too much from Rhys.

“Please.”

“Please what?” Callum demands.

“Please make me come between all three of you.”