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“Then we change it.”

“No blind angle,” I say.

Dante strokes her leg.

“And no mouth until she asks.”

Sloane looks at him.

“I liked your mouth.”

“Everyone does.”

A weak laugh escapes her. Good. I press my mouth through the opening of my mask to her temple.

“Do you want to stop?”

She considers the question.

“No.”

“Continue the same act?”

“Yes. Different position.”

Rhys stands.

“Sloane on top.”

I understand immediately. She controls the depth. She sees everyone. She can stop without asking. Dante removes the cushions from the altar and arranges them against the base of the cross. Rhys sits with his back supported.

Sloane straddles him. I kneel behind her. Dante settles beside them, within reach but not blocking her view. Sloane looks at each of us.

“Green.”

This time, the word sounds even stronger.

SLOANE

Rhys holds himself steady while I lower onto him. I control every inch. Every breath. Every stretch. When he fills me completely, I stop. His hands settle on my hips.

“Who controls the pace?”

“I do.”

“Good girl.”

I rock against him. Pleasure rolls through me. Callum kneels behind me, one hand on my shoulder and the other between my thighs. He waits until I reach backward. Two taps against his wrist. Continue. He prepares me again. Slower this time. I can see Dante. I can see Rhys.

When I turn, I can see the black holes of Callum’s mask. No surprises. No trapped feeling. Only three men waiting for me to choose every step. I lift slightly on Rhys. Callum positions himself.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

I lower onto both men. The pressure is enormous. Having both cocks fill me up soo deep. Fullness so intense my eyes close. Dante touches my cheek.

“Stay with us.”