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“Because you’d rather share me than lose me.”
Callum’s hand closes around my throat.
“You enjoy testing that theory.”
“I enjoy being right.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. The burlap scratches my skin.
“You will pay for every word when I have you alone.”
“Promise?”
His grip tightens by the smallest degree.
“Promise.”
Dante steps between my spread knees.
“Move.”
Callum looks at him. The silence sharpens. Dante points at me.
“She chose all of us.”
“I know.”
“You’re blocking the merchandise.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
I laugh. Rhys catches my chin.
“Eyes forward.”
He stands in front of me, still hard and glistening from my mouth. Callum moves behind the altar. Dante kneels between my thighs. I understand their intention seconds before Dante’s mouth closes over me. My gasp becomes a moan when Rhys guides himself between my lips. Callum cups my breasts from behind. Three men. Three different rhythms.
Rhys strokes into my mouth with controlled, shallow thrusts. Dante’s tongue works over me with shameless hunger. Callum rolls my nipples between his fingers, alternating gentle touches with sharp pinches that make my body jerk. Every sense belongs to someone else. My mouth to Rhys. My pleasure to Dante. My body held upright by Callum. I have never felt more surrounded. Or safer. Rhys withdraws when my breathing becomes strained.
“Color?”
“Green.”
Dante lifts his head.
“Mine too.”
“No one asked you,” Callum says.
Dante bites the inside of my thigh.
“I was helping.”
I grip one of Callum’s wrists.
“Make him stop talking.”
Callum’s other arm closes across my chest.
